The heart is beating uncontrollably.

Shiratori rubbed for a moment, took a deep breath, and walked in.

Bang!

The door closed heavily, Zhu Bahei looked at the closed door, and scolded: "your grandma, white bird, one day sooner or later I want you to look good." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and left.

The first step in the door is slightly sticky. Lift your foot, and the sticky object sticks to the soles of your feet and is pulled out of the wire.

The stench of the nasal passages surrounds, the stomach churns, the throat swells slightly, and something is about to burst out.

Shiratori forcibly held back, a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, a tear slipped down, and only when he really faced the eight fingers did he know how terrible the eight fingers were. The face with six fingers is similar to the eyes of the ghost crying, and they are all existences that can stop children from crying at night.

"You may be seated. ”

Shiratori looked down at the bench with viscous liquid, but finally didn't have the courage to sit down, and said, "I'd better stand!"

Six fingers shrugged their shoulders, and the broken flesh on their shoulders rolled off, revealing dark red flesh, and they didn't force it, and sat down on their own, turning into a piece of. Well, this metaphor is a bit magical, it's like swearing, but it's true, it's very similar to Mi's corpse: "Shiratori, I've admired my name for a long time, what are you looking for me." ”

"Naturally, there is something to ask for. Shiratori took out a piece of hair: "I would like to ask you to cast a spell on this person. ”

Six fingers took the hair, two fingers together, a pair of mung bean-like eyes widened, carefully looked at the hair, and muttered vaguely: "Another hair." ”

"What?" Shiratori asked.

"Nothing. Six fingers, took out an empty box from the side, and put the hair in it. Don't look at his fingers, which are thick and short, like six carrots, but they are very dexterous, which may be the flexible part of his body.

After putting away his hair, he said with six fingers: "The price I want is not cheap." ”

He looked at Shiratori, and once Shiratori couldn't come up with the money, he was going to eat Shiratori, who told Shiratori to disturb him.

As for the nasty smell on Shiratori's body, it doesn't matter, his "stomach acid" can solve everything.

Shiratori's brain has begun to dizzy, and his body is also weakening, and waves of cold breath from his pores to his body are drilling, with pinprick-like pain.

He knew he was making a quick move.

The environment here, for him, is another secret room full of poisonous gas, and if he stays for a long time, he may die of poison.

Shiratori shook his head vigorously and said, "I don't have any money, so what do you think of this?"

Shiratori took the sharp knife hanging from his waist and handed it over. Six fingers took it, his size was too big, and this sharp knife was a dagger for him, but that didn't stop him from liking it.

For sharp knives, he has a sincere heart. Just like children like small dolls and adults like adult dolls, they can't help but spend more money to buy their favorite dolls and fiddle with them on the bed. However, children prefer to show their figures, while adults prefer to hide their dolls. In comparison, Six Fingers' love for knives is more inclined to adults' love for adult dolls. I just like to play by myself, I like to watch it alone, and sometimes I just look at it like this, and it's already very satisfying.

"A good knife. The fat hands of six fingers wrapped around the handle of the knife, pulled out the knife, and looked at the lightning pattern of the blade, and couldn't help but exclaim: "It's not a knife from Wandao Country, but it is undeniable that this is a knife worthy of an heirloom." Especially the pattern on it is amazing, this is a knife that can be met but not sought, and he has unique characteristics. ”

"How's that, is that enough?"

"Very sufficient. "You can go out, don't worry, I'll do it well in a while." ”

Shiratori couldn't wait to go out, he couldn't stay any longer.

The doorknob was full of yellow-brown things, some of which had dried out, and some of which were still sticky.

Shiratori couldn't care about the disgust, grabbed it, opened the door, and then went out, closing the door by the way.

As soon as he went out, the white bird finally couldn't help it, and he leaned against the wall and vomited, and the sour smell was permeated, and tears flowed.

Six fingers happily played with the sharp knife in their hands, pulled it out and inserted it again, and then pulled it out again, listening to the sound, watching the knife body go in and out, and inexplicably reached a climax.

Finally, when he was satisfied, he stood up with difficulty, and with heavy steps, opened a cabinet.

In the cabinet, sharp knives were placed on the shelves, all of which were treasure knives, but without exception, these treasure knives were stained with yellow-brown and completely defiled. Several of the squares were empty, and the empty shelves seemed lonely.

Six fingers carefully placed the sharp knife on a shelf, looked at it carefully, cracked its mouth and smiled, and a tooth fell out.

"It's time to get to work. He scratched his scalp, a few hairs fell out, and suddenly, his expression changed greatly: "Damn, it's falling out again." ”

Depressed for a while, he took out two boxes, held his chin and hesitated, "Which one should I start with?"

He thought for a while, then slapped the table: "Forget it, don't care, let's go together." ”

He took out two hairs from each of the two boxes, put them in a round stone trough, smashed them vigorously, scooped out the sewage from the foul-smelling wooden barrel, put it in the pot, and took a bundle of firewood, lit it under the pot, and boiled the water.

An even stronger stench permeated the cracks.

Zhu Bahei was resting, he was recuperating and preparing to go hunting the next time he docked.

Suddenly, he twitched his nose, then covered his nose hard, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out: "The six fingers of the dog's day are here again, and sooner or later one day will kill you." ”

There was a group of demons dancing at the bottom of the cabin, and there was more than one person who had the same idea as Zhu Bahei, but without exception, none of them went to trouble with eight fingers.

I can't fight and fight, yin and yin can't, and I can only endure and live a difficult life.

Six fingers hummed a song, poured the hot sewage into the stone trough, and stirred it with their hands.

The spell begins.

Above, the ghost cry who was visualizing opened his eyes violently, and the sharp cold light in his eyes flashed, and the evil thoughts in his body began to boil.

In another room, General Qian suddenly grabbed his throat, his cheeks bulging violently, and then splitting like fish gills.

Then, in pain, he fell to the ground, tossing and rolling back and forth. He felt like he was being thrown into the whirlpool of the sea, and the whole world spun in a hurry.

He could breathe standing in the water, but now he couldn't breathe any air. His stomach began to bulge, and it seemed as if something was pouring into him.

At the bottom of the cabin, six fingers frowned, and simply picked up the stone trough and poured water on the firewood pile.