Zhou Yan couldn’t help touching the back of his neck. It was strange that his finger touched himself just now. It seemed that he had met it somewhere.
Hua!
The woman in white threw herself on the dresser in great pain, correcting her hair like a mess, and piled up in her thin body, haggard and pale fingers, clinging to her purple nails, almost bursting, and those strange red lights reflected all over the room, like being filled with blood, so depressing that people could breathe.
The woman in white suddenly looked up and the slender neck stretched to the limit. The blood flap on her face became more and more divided, and the crimson crack gradually spread from her face. The neck seemed to be peeling off her skin without seeing her hand.
The dense and tiny spells gradually emerged from her bluish-white skin, crawling all over her like mosquitoes and flies. The woman in white trembled like a dying butterfly, but she still picked up the wooden comb and combed her messy black hair from the top of her head.
Zhou Yan pointed to the broken limbs above his head and said, "That’s a paper man who just touched me with one finger and felt as itchy and cold as those boys and girls."
Ji Fangwei gave him a slightly surprised look and began to carefully observe the severed limbs on the top of his head. Some skin surfaces were chapped, showing dry skin lines and oozing blood. The skin at the wound was still smooth and complete.
"This formation seems to be to skin her?" Zhou Yan asked
JiFang only sink a way "yes"
Zhou Yan’s heart moved. He seemed to have lost something.
You have something to say.
Hug everyone cute!
This vice should have a lot of words, and it will explode irregularly later! Trust me! Don’t raise fat QAQ；;
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 39 Chapter 39
Village tales of mystery 1
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drawing
The trembling wooden comb combed slowly from the top of the head, and then stopped at the hit. Her pale and skinny fingers were covered with red spells, and there was a faint glow.
He couldn’t help tilting his head slightly, feeling that the white woman was familiar with the scene of combing her hair.
Ji Fang only looked coldly at the imminent formation of a circle of hands when he was about to slowly waist the bell when he saw Zhou Yan suddenly move.
He went to the bed, picked up the moldy dust and spread it on the floor.
The groove spread and the blood instantly penetrated into the quilt, and the rotten quilt was trampled on before the blood soaked it.
Step by step, he walked carefully to the woman in white.
Then, took out the blade with cold light shining.
Zhou Yan took a deep breath to do enough psychological construction, and gently lifted a wisp of hair from the woman in white.
The hair seemed to have been soaked in ice water, so cold and slippery that he could hardly hold it.
Fighting back the cold palms, he picked up the blade and examined the woman’s long hair carefully.
Those who hit the hair were actually clouds of solid red blood clots, firmly entrenched in the chaotic black hair like a hemp ball, and they seemed to have life one by one.
When a woman suddenly stops, she can feel someone helping her to arrange her hair and slowly turn her head, as if to see who is helping her.
Zhou Yan frowned tightly, held her breath, and cut the disgusting blood clot with one knife. It felt very subtle, not the slight limp and numb feeling of cutting off hair, but also like cutting off paper.
This woman is really a paper man!
He looked at the woman’s bloody face and couldn’t help saying, "If sometimes I should be able to restore your face."
When the woman in white heard his words, she suddenly opened her head slightly like petals, as if thanking Zhou Yan for his kindness.
Ji Fangwei looked at Zhou Yan not far away.
His slender, white hands cut off a woman’s hair lightly, and his soft and delicate side face reflected scarlet blood, and his long eyelashes reflected a dark shadow on his smooth cheek.
Ji Fangwei’s eyes are flashing, and this person is really not "him"
At least from the current performance, these lines are not "he" can do.
The blood in the groove has soaked the foot quilt, and the dangerous red liquid is gradually spreading, which is about to contaminate that person.
Ji Fangwei closed his eyes and seemed to have made a choice.
Take out the bell from the waist, which has been silent for a long time, shake slightly in the middle, and the bell rings and swings in this dark room.