After hearing Ning Qiushui say that the man named Sun Falcon had taken away several corpses without hearts, Fang Shan's face changed.

Of course, Ning Qiushui also noticed this.

"What's wrong?"

He asked.

Fang Shan's eyes stared directly at the wiper in front of him, and his breathing was a little heavy:

"There is a forbidden technique in the corpse sewer called 'Six Threads', and he is supposed to be using 'Six Threads' to create a special corpse."

Ning Qiushui raised his eyebrows.

"Sounds like 'Frankenstein.'"

Fang Shan was slightly stunned.

"Frankenstein?"

"A Frankenstein, a monster pieced together from corpse fragments...... You go on. ”

Hearing Ning Qiushui's explanation, Fang Shan thought for a moment and nodded:

"Yes."

"It's kind of like that, but it's sewn together by 'six sewings'...... It's not just corpses. ”

Ning Qiushui raised his eyebrows:

"Not just corpses?"

Fang Shanpi didn't smile.

"You can simply understand that 'Six Threads' is the stitching of the bodies and minds of six people into one."

"All?"

"All."

"Didn't that turn into a monster like a ball of meat?"

"You're underestimating the corpse sewer."

Fang Shan took out the cigarette in the locker in front of Ning Qiushui's vehicle and lit it to himself.

Ning Qiushui noticed that Fang Shan's hand lighting a cigarette was shaking.

"The 'people' who are stitched together by the 'six threads' are no different from you and me in appearance."

"But it can't be called human anymore."

Ning Qiushui said with a smile:

"Is it still a ghost?"

Fang Shan slanted eyes.

"You can understand it as...... Man-made "ghosts". ”

The smile on Ning Qiushui's face disappeared.

Fang Shan's face was full of seriousness.

That means he's not kidding.

"Isn't a ghost the soul of a human after death, and can it be man-made?"

Fang Shan shook his head.

"Here I want to correct one of your notions, ghosts and human souls are two different things."

"The so-called 'ghost' is a terrifying existence born from the fusion of violent resentment and some kind of 'weird' after death."

"They're incredibly powerful, and they're hard to kill."

"The ghost who was stitched together by the 'Six Threads' can only do one thing for its owner......"

Ning Qiushui asked:

"What's the matter?"

Fang Shan's eyes carried a few wisps of jealousy:

"Kill."

"Whoever its owner doesn't like, it will kill!"

Hearing this, Ning Qiushui's goosebumps rose all over his body.

“…… Since the ghosts created by the "Six Threads" are so powerful, why didn't the corpse sewer from twelve years ago create ghosts in this way? ”

Fang Shan exhaled a puff of cigarette with a sharp gaze.

"It's a point of no return."

"The corpse sewer has always dealt with dead people, and his body is full of yin qi, and he can't easily get blood on his hands."

"The cause and effect of those who are killed by the ghosts made by the 'Six Threads' will be counted on the head of the corpse sewer."

"Once a ghost starts killing, its owner's heart quickly decays."

"Those who do our business, unless they have a deep hatred, it is impossible to use this kind of technique."

Ning Qiushui was also a little puzzled.

This is completely the practice of injuring a thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred, whether it is Chen Lao or the 'people behind the scenes', they have done so many things in order to survive, it is unlikely that they will use such a corpse sewing technique.

"There is no other use for it other than for the 'Six Threads'?"

Fangshan Return:

"There is also the same as 'Old Chen', putting his heart into the special heartless corpse that was selected, but the other party will not do this."

"It's like the rotten heart in your chest, although it is still alive, it will never be without the control of your body."

"It's only if you keep feeding it that it can last forever."

"Unless one day you find a perfect 'pot' for it, it will be possible for it to 'live'."

Ning Qiushui understood.

The "people behind the scenes" spent so much energy to make a game and pulled everyone in to become his pawns, so naturally he would not be willing to live like Chen Lao.

That's not alive anymore.

The two sat in the car and smoked, and after being silent for a while, Ning Qiushui asked another question:

"In general...... How many people will be killed by the ghosts made by the "Six Threads" before the heart of the corpse sewer will completely rot? ”

Fang Shan thought for a moment.

"Three or five."

"That is, if the other party only kills one or two people, is the level of heart decay acceptable?"

"Hmm."

"After all the people the corpse sewer wants to kill are dead, what will happen to the ghosts made by the 'Six Threads'?"

"It will divide and die by itself."

Ning Qiushui thought about it carefully, and finally asked a question:

"When 'Old Chen' stuffed his heart into my chest, he told me not to kill a living person with my own hands to dissect my heart, otherwise I would come back to life, what do you mean?"

Fang Shan said lightly:

"Literally."

"If you kill someone and then cut out the other person's heart and put it into your own body, then the other person will 'wake up' in your body."

"Old Chen's heart has rotted, it can't compete with those fresh, self-conscious hearts, it will be eaten in the end, and the control of your body will be taken away by the other party."

"After that, you can only watch the other party use your body, until one day your heart rots, you will disappear completely, and the person you killed will completely replace you."

Ning Qiushui had a creepy feeling just by hearing this.

At this time, he deeply felt the horror of the eighth door.

In this door, not only have the enemies become terrifying, but the blood gate has begun to restrict the behavior of the tricksters!

On the one hand, restrictions and punishments are made, and on the other hand, special NpC (Chen Lao) is specially sent to induce tricksters to break the rules (killing)!

Just imagine, how many of the guys who can survive to the eighth door have not had blood on their hands?

Those who enter the door of blood with two or even three letters are not the most extreme egoists?

It is not uncommon for these people to kill each other in order to survive.

However, the murderers will soon be liquidated in this bloody door!

Ning Qiushui knew that although 1/10 of the hidden rules of the last three blood gates would still take effect, they would also be greatly weakened.

In the eighth or even the seventh gate, there are quite a few tricksters who have been wiped out!

"Let's go get a coffee, it's too cold."

After smoking the second cigarette in the car, Fang Shan rolled the window, threw the cigarette butt out, and rubbed his hands together.

Ning Qiushui glanced at him.

"Drinking coffee at night, you're not afraid of insomnia?"

Fang Shan complained angrily:

"What you told me today, do you think I can still sleep?"

Ning Qiushui shrugged.

"I don't want to do this either, but I can't help it, I think only you can solve these doubts of mine, if you have any apprentices, students or the like, you can also introduce them to me, and I won't bother you next time."

Fang Shan sneered.

"Apprentice?"

"I also believed in evil back then, and was deceived into this industry by my master."

"It's too late to regret it now."

"I'm still going to take in an apprentice, isn't that harmful?"

The car drove slowly through the dense rain, and it didn't take long for them to come to an elegant café, and after entering, they booked a private room on the second floor, and quietly watched the night rain and lights outside through the window.

"It suddenly occurred to me that you might have been right from what you had in mind."

Drinking hot coffee, Fang Shan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke again, and his tone became extremely serious.

He looked out the window at the night rain, his eyes were particularly deep and solemn.

"What thoughts?"

Ning Qiushui asked.

Fangshan Road:

"That Sun Falcon...... He wasn't going to collect those corpses for no reason, and this guy probably really wanted to use the Six Threads to sew out a ghost. ”

Ning Qiushui squinted:

"What do you mean...... Does he have one or two targets that he desperately wants to kill? ”

After a moment of silence, Fang Shan nodded slowly.

pS: Good night!