"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

"Giggle......

The female ghosts looked at Mrs. Shimada and began to laugh again.

Laughter surrounded Mrs. Shimada's ears.

Her lips quirmed, and she didn't make a sound.

It was as if she had resigned herself to her fate and gave up completely.

The cat walked up to Mrs. Shimada at this time, and raised its front paws to reveal its sharp claws.

As soon as I brushed it, a blood mark appeared on Mrs. Shimada's face.

The skin was cut open, and the blood fell on the tatami mats, smearing into red flowers.

Mrs. Shimada screamed and turned her head to struggle.

Her hands and shoulders were held down, and no matter how much she writhed her head, she couldn't avoid the cat's claws.

Mrs. Shimada soon became unrecognizable, and her face was covered in blood. There was blood under her body too.

"Kill me...... Kill me......" Mrs. Shimada pleaded bitterly.

With a snap of the cat's paws, a small piece of skin on Mrs. Shimada's face was torn off. The cat's paw lifted, and the fragments of the skin landed on Nakamura's face with blood.

Nakamura's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

He stared at Mrs. Shimada in a daze, and the hatred for Mrs. Shimada in his heart had turned into fear of female ghosts. Now, he felt strange in his heart again.

The piece of skin that was sticking to his face slowly slid down and landed on the tatami mat in front of him.

That kind of thing gave him a little bit of familiarity.

Nakamura raised his head and looked around.

Those people were still using the faces of the crew members, smiling and watching one by one, as if they were visiting some kind of performance.

Nakamura shuddered, and some images came to mind.

His head ached so hard that he couldn't help but scream.

The female ghosts laughed even louder.

I saw that among these female ghosts, only "Han Ji" did not laugh.

And in such an environment, Nantian lowered his eyes and did not react at all.

It's all too weird.

Nakamura was let go, and his body fell to the ground. He rolled on the ground as if he was enduring some kind of torture. He was delirious, and I could still keep my senses and make out the pain in him.

Something hit him, sticks? Fist? Foot?

The bones seemed to be broken. The ribs were broken and the internal organs were sore. And the feet, the ankles seem to have been broken by something.

Was he beaten by a crowd?

A mouthful of blood spat out of Nakamura's mouth.

He didn't make a sound, but a name was being read in his mind.

Spirit? Bell? Wrong...... Forest...... Forest...... Lin Chun...... Spring girl? Lin Chunniu? Who is it?

I looked at "Han Ji".

"Han Ji" looked down at Nakamura who fell to the ground.

The cat's movements paused, glanced at Nakamura, and suddenly flicked its paws.

Its claws seemed to be a knife, cutting directly through Mrs. Shimada's throat.

Blood gushed out in large quantities.

Mrs. Shimada stared, and the last thing she looked at was Nakamura, who had fallen in front of her.

Nakamura recovered from the pain at this point and looked at Mrs. Shimada.

I looked at Mrs. Shimada.

The brilliance in Mrs. Shimada's eyes dissipated little by little. Blood soaked her face and filled the wounds on her face.

Nakamura shuddered as he watched this scene.

That bloody face reminded him of too many things.

He pressed his memory, his body shrinking away, avoiding his gaze.

He looked at the people around him, heard their laughter, and felt their gaze.

"No...... Don't ......," Nakamura closed his eyes.

"Han Ji" walked towards Zhongcun step by step at this time, bent down and stretched out his hand, and pulled Zhongcun's head up.

Nakamura subconsciously opened his eyes.

"Long time no see, Zheng Da." "Han Ji" said word by word.

Nakamura's pupils dilated, and his face turned pale.

In an instant, I was in a sea of fire.

That's a torch. Many people gathered together with torches in their hands.

They formed a circle, and there were only three or four people in the circle.

A young girl was pushed to her knees with her hands and feet tied with hemp rope. She looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, her mouth gagged with rags, and the tears on her face had dried up. A pair of eyes were reflected in the firelight, and there seemed to be a raging fire burning in them.

"Zheng Da, your sister Zheng Xiaoxi stole men in Lin Dazhuang's field, and you found out, right!" An older man asked majestically.

The hunchbacked man's eyes were hesitant, and he said, "Yes, yes......"

"Peel the skin! Skin! ”

"Sluts deserve to be killed!"

"Peeled her face!"

"Phew!"

The people around him suddenly raised torches and roared loudly.

There were men and women in the crowd.

The man lowered his head, just in time to see the eyes of the girl on the ground, and suddenly avoided his gaze.

His gaze drifted to the crowd and saw a girl figure in the crowd.

It also looked like a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, and she looked pitiful, and her thin body was hit by the angry crowd, and she was a little unsteady on her feet.

Zheng Da opened his mouth, and after making eye contact with the girl, he immediately turned his head when he saw the other party look away.

He remembered what had happened not long ago.

The sound of the fields made his heart beat like a drum. He sneaked around and went to look, saw the white flower's skin, and heard the delicate voice.

Someone outside the farmland suddenly shouted. Two people in the field seemed to have been pricked with needles. The man jumped up, grabbed his clothes and ran off into the distance.

Zheng Da's gaze collided with the girl's.

"Brother Zheng! Please! The girl was crying, her hair stray over her shoulders and her arms over her messy clothes.

"There! Who's inside the ground! What's going on! ”

The crowd outside approached.

"Brother Zheng!" The girl shouted quietly.

Zheng Dayi gritted his teeth and turned his head.

There was a rustling sound from behind.

"Zheng Da!"

"Zheng Da, it's you kid!"

"Did you see that pair of adulterers?"

"I just saw the adulterer run away...... It seems to be Master Cheng......"

Those people were suddenly silent, and they all looked at Zheng Da.

Zheng Da didn't speak, and lowered his head.

"I don't know who is so blessed to be able to go to Master Cheng's house to be an aunt and wife." Someone muttered.

The memory was interrupted, and Zheng Da returned to his dilapidated house from the farmland.

There were other people in the house.

An old gentleman with a straight face and gloomy eyes threatened: "The people in the village say who you see." If you give up that slut, Madame will naturally benefit you. Do you want to say it...... Hum! Don't want this land of yours! ”

Another old woman said in a weird manner: "Don't fool us, just point at an old woman and fool around." Which of the lowly hooves did such a thing, our wife will definitely be able to find out. If you don't say it, it's useless. ”

Zheng Da's head went blank.

The old gentleman took out a cloth bag and placed it gently on the table in the corner. The heavy voice seemed to have smashed into Zheng Da's heart.

There was a noise outside the house.

The tied up girl walked in with an old wooden basin. She walked a little hard, and suddenly found someone in the house, startled, and raised her little face pale and bloodless, only the size of a palm. Those eyes are very large.

"Brother......" the girl cried.

The man and the woman looked at Zheng Da, and suddenly squinted, and their expressions became playful.

The ghost made the god worse, Zheng Da opened his mouth and said: "It's her!" ”

The memories came to an abrupt end.

In the darkness of the night, the next room was pitch black, and only the courtyard was lit by a roaring fire, which almost lit up the sky.

A knife was stuffed into Zheng Da's hand.

He trembled, looked at the knife, and felt that his hand weighed a thousand pounds.

"Zheng Da, let's do it." The elder urged.

Zheng Da raised his eyes, glanced at the people around him, peeked in the direction of the other girl, and finally, he looked at the girl kneeling on the ground.

He reached out and pressed the girl's head.

He remembered the rabbits he had hunted, and the chickens and ducks he had raised.

They are all like this, pinched by themselves, trembling slightly.

The blade touched the girl's skin. The knife failed to blow out the hair, and Ambassador Zheng worked hard. The girl struggled, and two men ran next to her, crushing the girl to death.

"Woohoo! Hmmm!! The girl's eyes glared at Zheng Da, and those eyes were quickly pressed down by the person next to her. Only through the fingers, a little pupil can be seen.

Zheng Da's heartbeat turned from violent to calm.

The knife cuts little by little......

Uniform shouts rang out all around.

"Peel the skin! Skin! Skin! ”

It's as if everyone is watching a thrilling show, watching a sinner receive the punishment he deserves.

This is a very happy thing in their eyes.

I couldn't bear it anymore, gritted my teeth, and waved my hand at Zheng Da.

Recommend three books, Yanbei Lao Jiu's "Extreme Murder", Yang Ping'an's "Tomorrow's Dominator", and "Killing Without Forgiveness" by the corpse, all of which are new books by old authors, and they are related to supernatural and reasoning~(* ̄▽ ̄)y

Good night everyone~

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