The painted man shook off the cap he was wearing and exposed a head with a hood.
The head hood covered most of his head, and the whole face was only under the bridge of his nose.
His head hood looks weird and has different colors, but if you look closely, you will find that it is a picture made of flesh on different faces, but each person's skin color is different, which leads to his head hood looking
The colors vary, but the area of each piece of flesh is only five centimeters. With this headband, it is hard to imagine how many facial flesh he used.
The bottom of the head cover is not flat and bumpy, and there is no intention to trim it. Obviously, the painter will sew it on every time he gets a person's flesh. Perhaps now, the head cover will add another person's facial flesh.
The men's head hood will also be further improved.
His emotions suddenly lost control, and he shouted wildly at the woman, his voice was crazy, but the woman silently endured his tone and was not moved.
"Why? Why do you change?...hehehehahahaha~"
The man in the roaring paint suddenly changed his tone in his rage and laughed loudly. His emotions were like the weather, unpredictable, making people unable to understand what he was thinking.
"Hahahahahaha, very good, you have become. You are not interested in me at all now. Congratulations, it's time for you to go to heaven."
The painted man's tone became dull again, and his words sounded creepy, but the woman's numb eyes shone brightly after hearing it.
She finally waited for this day!
She came out and didn't think that she would actually expect death. This made her unable to believe that she was still herself?
After the paint man said this, he seemed to be crazy and threw away the zombie scales he had just scattered on the blanket. He seemed to be angry that he wanted to buy this thing. He was no longer interested. What else did he buy?
use?
The face of the stall owner flashed through his mind, and the painted man recovered his emotions and showed a crazy smile on his face.
"That person is good, hehehehehehehehehe."
A few strange laughs, the paint man walked up to her in the expectant gaze of the woman.
"Everyone in my hands is looking forward to death very much, and you are no exception."
His tone returned to his normal state again. He bent down and stretched out his hand to stroke the woman's hair covering her face, revealing a pale and bloodless face. This woman is the "daughter of a big man" that Tang Ye met at the Pingnan base.
Yang Yuexi, her father is Yang Yong, the commander of the army under He Jinzhan. Now He Jinzhan dies, and Yang Yong also dies tragically at the hands of Li Henian.
After learning about her father's death, Yang Yuexi was completely collapsed, but a few days later, she survived and decided to carry out a revenge plan.
But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Before she could start, she met this man. She had no idea why the paint man treated him like this. She obviously had no grudge against him, but she couldn't figure it out, but there was no way.
The end of the world is not a time of peace. Everything must be based on the law. The end of the world has never been wrong or right. It does not require those laws. Everything established in human society before the end of the world has long since fallen apart because of the birth of a new human being!
New humans are the hope of mankind, but their appearance turns justice in the eyes of the masses into personal power!
With strength, you are just!
Although this man is a lunatic, he doesn't seem to attack him without any connection. This irrelevance is not about talking about it, it is absolutely irrelevant. In other words, as long as there is even a little relationship with the paint man,
Even if you look at each other, you may be tortured by him!
In her eyes, the painted man's hands filled with paint kept stroking his face, but his other hand picked up a piece of zombie scale armor.
"Uh~uhhh..."
She opened her mouth with difficulty and made several blurry syllables, making people unable to hear what she meant. It seemed that she was afraid that the painter would not hear clearly, so she raised her hand to her mouth.
As her mouth opened, blood kept spilling out of the corners of her mouth. She felt like she was dipping blood with her fingers and then writing a few words on the ground. But with such a simple action, it seemed like she was absorbing her life, and the process seemed very powerless.
Then, then
However, just as her hand reached to her mouth, the paint raised her hand and pressed her arms easily down.
Uh uh ~
Yang Yuexi was a little anxious, and a look of prayer flashed in her eyes, but it was not a desire for life. She just wanted to know why the paint man treated her like this. She wanted to die to understand a little more.
She is like this now, even if the painter makes her live, she will not be able to survive for a few days.
The paint man ignored the prayer in her eyes, shook his head, and said, "You don't have to express anything. I know what you are saying. Are you trying to say, why?"
Yang Yuexi took a breath, and the breath was full of blood. The painted man leaned over and took a deep breath with enjoyment on his face. It could be seen that he liked the smell, the smell of blood.
Yang Yuexi relaxed herself. The painter understood it. She didn't have to work hard. Now even if she moved her fingers, she would suffer in hell. Only by dying can she escape from here!
"Why? Why do I torture you like this? Well... I didn't want to answer this question, but you are almost dead. Nothing is worse than this. For this reason, I can tell you.
"
Yang Yuexi's eyes flashed with light, looking at the painted man in anticipation.
The painter stood up and looked out the window, as if he was looking at the scenery, but there was a dead end outside the window, and no one came at all. The ground was filled with domestic garbage and stinking. There was only a bare ray of light outside the window.
Gray wall.
He looked at the wall and didn't know what attracted him. After watching it for half a minute, his eyes moved away from the wall.
He looked up at the eaves of the window, where the organs taken out of Yang Yuexi's body were hung on it. After a long period of storage, and in this dark environment, her organs were no longer as full and tender as they were when they were taken out.
It was as dry as a lump of shit that had been dried, and some places were rotten severely, and it looked like someone had bitten it.
The painter took off all the organs on it and turned around to walk towards the woman. He took off the blanket covering her body and exposed his entire abdomen. There was a shocking scar on his belly, which was more than 20 centimeters in length.
The wound was not sewn. It seemed that the painter had known that it would be today, so that he could stuff the organs again in the future.