The little dry ghost who smelled the smell of blood was now like a dog seeing his favorite food, and the hara was almost flowing to the surface of his feet.
I deliberately shook the bowl in my hand to the left and changed it to the right, testing the little dry ghost's reaction.
Sure enough, the little dry ghost followed the bowl in my hand, stretching his neck on the left and his neck on the right.
It looks a little funny, like dancing Xinjiang and shaking your neck.
"You play," Uncle Duan suddenly asked.
I glanced at Uncle Duan angrily: "Do I have such a lack of heart, when is this still the heart to play, I always have to understand its habits, this thing is not for everyone to encounter."
If I'm careless, and I can't let it bite on the neck, then I'll die. ” When Uncle Duan heard me say this, he didn't speak again, and he just pressed the man to prevent him from breaking free.
In fact, the man who was pressed on the bed looked very weak, and in terms of physique, he was not Uncle Duan's opponent at all.
If he resisted, according to Uncle Duan's physique, he could break his arms with all his might.
The only thing terrifying about him is that he can control the little dry ghost in front of him If he wants that little dry ghost to bite someone, it will be something that moves his heart.
In fact, his current relationship with the little dry ghost can be said to be the same as the relationship between me and my little Muzi.
It's all about the master-servant relationship between people and souls, but Xiao Muzi and I have feelings for each other.
And he and Xiao Ganba are the real master-servant relationship, once the relationship breaks down, the little Ganba ghost will bite his neck mercilessly.
Because what he controls is completely that kind of ghost, he has no feelings, as long as he worships this kind of ghost, it will always look at you If it is no longer worshipped, this kind of vows will immediately attack its original master, choosing a more cruel method of dissolving the master-servant relationship.
After observing the little dry ghost's reaction, I tilted the bowl a little and stretched out my arm to deliberately spill the blood a little further away from myself.
Blood was spilled on the floor, and the room was filled with the sweet smell of blood, which some said was rusty.
As if smelling something good, the little dry ghost suddenly sprang off the table and rushed towards the blood-stained ground.
I saw the little dry grimace on the ground face down, and I started to lick it.
All I could see was the shriveled back of its head, and its short limbs like dried chicken paws on the ground.
I've been the most annoying since I was a kid, and I'm upset that this little dry guy is so fragrant and noisy.
There was a feeling of churning up in my throat, and I could only swallow it and let myself spit it out at this time.
Some people may think that I am a little too much, but you can imagine that the thick smell of blood in a room, coupled with the sound of chirping, if you change to someone else, it will not necessarily be nauseous, and it is possible to vomit early.
Uncle Duan should be completely fine, he has seen a lot of the world, and he often has to go to some crime scenes, this kind of bloody scene should not be uncommon, so I don't worry about him at all.
On the contrary, the head nurse made me a little worried, although she used to be a nurse, she could prick needles and extract, it didn't mean that she wouldn't be disgusting, at most she saw the biggest scene, that is, there were patients who bleed a lot. aa2705221: