The iron door opened with a creaking sound, and a strong man with a black mask, shirtless and nearly 1.9 meters tall stood at the door and looked at me coldly.
"Who are you" I subconsciously leaned back, and this man gave me an indescribable sense of oppression.
He didn't answer, but walked in, picked up the bowl of corpse rice and twice-cooked pork at the door, and ate it with big mouthfuls.
I looked a little disgusted and stepped back.
I didn't know what the corpse rice was made of, but I knew just from the name that it was definitely not a good thing.
And that twice-cooked pork.
Ruohan couldn’t lie to me.
It was made of human flesh.
There’s no way this man didn’t know that he ate it so deliciously.
There was another sound of high-heeled shoes in the corridor.
Zhao Peng walked in wearing a tight black leather jacket and a pair of stiletto-heeled pointed shoes.
He held a black whip in his left hand and a leather product similar to a saddle in his right hand.
Seeing her equipment, I suddenly had a bad thought in my heart.
What on earth does this pervert want?
Zhao Peng gave me a wink and opened the set of leather goods.
The inside was divided into three layers.
The first layer contained a variety of knives, from blades as thin as cicada wings to sharp knives for picking bones.
The second layer is a set of clamping sticks, covered with a layer of blood scab.
From such a distance, I can smell the smell of blood coming from it.
The third floor is filled with small hammers and various fine needles of different sizes.
This time, the top is very smooth.
"Little darling, sister can't help it.
Those old guys gave the task to sister, so she has to do it."
Zhao Peng sighed, as if he was very reluctant, but I could see that her eyes were shining with excitement.
"What mission?"
I hesitated and asked.
In fact, I could imagine that those instruments of torture would probably be used on me.
"They say that when a person's pain reaches the limit, his soul will leave the body in an instant.
If it is handled properly, the memory of his previous life will be revived.
And they gave this task to me and asked me to obtain your "Memory from a previous life" Zhao Peng murmured, circling around me and sniffing my body gently from time to time.
"You want to torture me?"
I hesitated and asked carefully.
"Don't worry, you are my sister's little darling.
Why is my sister willing to torture you?"
She blew into my ear, but her voice trembled with excitement.
She was lying.
I held my breath and said nothing.
With Ruohan here, I wasn't worried about being hurt.
I wanted to see how she was going to torture me.
Zhao Peng turned around, walked towards the set of leather goods, pulled out a sharp bone-picking knife from it, and walked towards the strong man.
I'm a little curious, what on earth is she going to do?
Zhao Peng glanced sideways at me, showed me a satisfied smile, and carved words on the man's bare chest with a knife.
The blood slowly flowed out, flowing down his chest and gathering into a pair of dark red blood stains at his feet.
The man said nothing, his eyes behind the mask were full of blood, his fists were clenched tightly, and he was enduring the pain.
To be honest, when I saw this, I was really scared, not only of Zhao Peng, but also of that man.
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What Zhao Peng carved on his body was my name, and I could even hear the friction sound of the knife cutting through the muscles.
That's it.
He didn't cry out in pain, but just stared at me with a pair of scarlet eyes.
Even knowing that Ruohan was inside the heart-shaped pendant made me feel a little chilled.
Facing those ghostly corpses, I didn't feel this frightened at all.
Zhao Peng quickly finished carving the words, then gave me a wink, gently touched the words on the man's chest, and asked: "My little darling, do you know what I want to get from you?"
"I don't know" I answered honestly.
"Haha, because of the Dragon Yang Qi in your body, I agree that it's as simple as tying you up.
Of course, those old things are for your past memories," Zhao Peng said, looking at me excitedly.
I swallowed, and the look in her eyes made me feel chilled.
"Don't be afraid, why am I willing to do something to my little darling?"
Zhao Peng gave me another wink and said comfortingly.
If I believe you, then you are a ghost.
But knowing why they did it makes me feel a little relieved.
"A few days ago, those old guys were still saying that they would help you now and sell themselves well in front of you so that we can meet each other easily in the future.
They also restrained me from provoking you so that you can have a good relationship after you recover your memory."
As Zhao Peng spoke, he stamped his feet angrily.
"But since the Japanese came and they plotted, they gave up their original plan and asked my sister to interrogate my brother in person.
Do you know how happy my sister is?"
Zhao Peng gasped again, her whole body trembling with excitement.
She walked up to me and stretched out a blood-stained hand to touch my face.
I couldn't hold back the disgusting feeling in my heart, so I missed her outstretched hand with a slap, and stood up to hold her hostage.
Her expression changed, and she kicked her pointed high heels forward, hitting the iron chair with a click.
Suddenly something happened on the iron chair, and an iron ring got stuck in front of me, surrounding me. into the chair.
"Nima" I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say.
"Little darling, are you angry that your sister has his blood on her hands?"
Zhao Peng's eyes were blurry, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"It's okay, it's okay, it'll be fine in a while, it'll be fine in a minute" She changed her face and laughed nervously: "Sister, the tasks assigned by those old people must be completed.
What do you want to do?"
I am completely speechless now, and I can see that this woman is a pervert and a lunatic.
I gritted my teeth and said nothing.
Dachun and the others hadn't arrived yet, so I still didn't know what to do with Ruohan alone.
"So, my sister found him.
You see, my sister has already helped you punish him and avenge you."
Zhao Peng murmured in my ear and raised his fingers at the man.
The man walked over obediently and looked at me with an indescribable smell of blood.
There must have been more than one person killed by his hands.
"Start here first, don't mess it up, or I won't spare you."
Zhao Peng leaned close to the man's ear, pointed at my arm, and said through gritted teeth.
The man puffed out a puff of air from his nose, nodded, and walked over to me with an excited look on his face.
I simply don’t understand how this woman’s brain grows.
You are reluctant to do anything to me, so you find someone to torture me and even fucking avenge me.
What kind of brain circuit is this?
The man grinned and slowly took off his black mask, revealing a bright red face with no skin.
The moment I saw this face, I almost vomited.
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Who the hell did this?
He actually peeled off his face.
What comes into view are dark red flesh bumps.
Can this still be called a face?
"How about it?
This is sister's masterpiece."
Zhao Peng reached out his hand with some fascination and gently stroked the dark red flesh bumps.
I can't bear it anymore and am on the verge of collapse.
What on earth does this woman want to do?
The man squinted his eyes and exhaled in enjoyment, but what I saw was a pile of uneven dark red meat.
I was breathing heavily, and I could feel the heart-shaped pendant on my chest emitting a burning sensation, and Ruohan could hardly stand it anymore.
"Let's do it."
Zhao Peng raised his head and stepped back, as if he couldn't bear to see what I was going to suffer next.
The man nodded, a dark red light flashed in his eyes, walked to the leather set, squatted down and picked it up.
He pulled out a blade that was only two centimeters long and as thin as a cicada's wings, and lightly cut open the sleeve of my T-shirt, exposing my entire right arm.
"Hurry up," Zhao Peng urged, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, his body trembling with excitement again.
The man snorted, and the blade cut towards my wrist.
The heart-shaped pendant on my chest became hot, and Ruohan was about to take action.
"kindness" The next moment, Zhao Peng's expression changed, and he turned his head suddenly and looked at the iron gate.
The man also stopped and turned to look at the iron gate.
In the room, a snowflake floated and fell from the air.
It was snowing.
"Miyamoto, what do you mean?"
Zhao Peng raised his head, pointed his eyes at the camera above the iron door, and asked sternly.
"Small notebook, you must be impatient with life."
The man also spoke.
His voice was very unique, like the harsh sound made by two pieces of metal rubbing against each other.
It was disturbing to hear in the ears.
I was stunned for a while.
I originally thought this man was just a puppet, but now it seems that he can scold the Japanese like this, which shows that his status is not low.
In this case, how could he let that pervert Zhao Peng treat him like this, unless he was a petty sufferer, just like this.
I just feel like my brain hurts.
Who are the people in this diverse group?
What makes me even more strange is that there are more and more snowflakes in the room.
This is obviously the handiwork of the snow girl.
Isn’t she the Japanese ghost?
As far as I know, Shiki ghosts are controlled by priests.
The more powerful the priest is, the more powerful Shiki ghosts are.
They are one.
Shiki ghosts are made by the priest personally collecting materials and pouring spiritual bodies into them.
They will grow together regardless of each other.
In other words, Yuki-onna's action is equivalent to that priest's action.
I really can't figure out the reason why he helped me.
Could it be that you want to kidnap me and eat me alone?
This is simply impossible.
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If you want to eat alone, the best opportunity is when you are in the van.
Now this is the base camp of all kinds of things.
Do it here unless his brain is broken.
Indoors, there were more and more snowflakes, and the lights above were flickering on and off.
"Are you all dead?"
Zhao Peng roared at the camera above the iron gate, his whole face becoming ferocious.
"squeak" The iron door slowly opened with a harsh friction sound, and a woman who looked like she was made of ice and snow appeared in front of us.
She was really a snowman, and she took action.
"Miyamoto, you bastard, what do you mean?"
Zhao Peng gritted his teeth and stared at the snow girl opposite.
"Little Japan, do you want to tear up the agreement?"
The man's metallic sound sounded again, and I noticed something strange on his majestic body.
After the wounds on his body were contaminated by snowflakes, they quickly froze and shattered on their own, forming plum blossom-shaped wounds.
This kind of wound hurts me just looking at it, but this man just hummed, and judging by the sound, he actually enjoyed it a little bit.
"I want him" At the door, the snow girl took a step toward me, stretched out a crystal clear finger, and pointed at me.
"Who do you think you are when you are fighting for a man with me?"
Zhao Peng was so angry that under the flickering lights, I didn’t know if it was my imagination.
Her body was trembling constantly and her face seemed to be swollen.
It was as if she was expanding with heat and contracting with cold.
The moisture in her body It seems to be expanding and freezing.
"Damn it, looking for death" The man roared angrily and took a step forward.
There was no fancy movement at all, he just punched straight out.
The snowflakes surrounding him trembled and were scattered in all directions.
I noticed that the snow girl also staggered. .
"I want him" The snow girl didn't seem to feel anything at all.
She still repeated the same words faintly, stretched out her finger that looked like it was made of ice and snow, and pointed at me
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