Eight hundred and eighty-ninth chapter past events
Pulling open the wound, all the space in Yang Yuexi's body was exposed, and it was empty inside. Looking down, you could still see her beating heart.
As the wound was opened, Yang Yuexi let out a painful hum, her pupils dilated, and she watched the paint man stuff the rotten and dry organs into his body one by one. After doing this,
The blood that had turned pale red was recontaminated on the blanket around her.
The paint man stood up, looked at her and said, "Do you remember the doorman standing at the door of a nightclub?"
Uh ~ ... uh ~ uh ~
Yang Yixi flashed doubts, but she could only make a roar like a zombie.
Seeing her like this, the painted man obviously knew that Yang Yixi didn't remember at all. She shook her head and moved her chair over, sitting opposite her, watching her.
"I know you don't remember it. Think about it carefully. When you think about it, you will die and understand. I won't give you too much time, just ten minutes. If you can't remember it, then...hehehe~
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As he said that, the painted man showed a perverted smile on his face, licked the blood on his fingers, and found a scent of paint on the blood. His face twisted and he vomited out a few "pah".
With the reminder of the paint man, Yang Yuexi began to recall when she met the so-called doorman?
There are also places where people vent their anger in the Central Union of the Apocalypse, but unlike before the Apocalypse, the clubs are still other places similar to the Apocalypse Nightclub in the Apocalypse, which are not suitable for women in the past.
In the past, a woman's own strength is strong, otherwise they are looking for a job!
Looking back at the beginning of the Apocalypse, she seems to have never been to those places, so the Paint Man is talking about before the Apocalypse!
But the entertainment club she had been to before the end of the world was a lot, so remember the door children every time?
She couldn't remember it, and there was a chaos in her head. Perhaps the painted man was very impressed with herself, but for her, just a piece of stone and grass seen on the road of life was as simple.
Remember them deliberately.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Yang Yuexi couldn't wait to think about the answer to why the painter did this, but in the end, she found that this time passed so quickly when she inadvertently.
"Two minutes left."
The sound of paint reminded her, Yang Yuexi's body trembled, and finally she relaxed like giving up. Perhaps she should have died inexplicably.
From beginning to end, the paint man waited quietly without a trace of irritability, and looked like a patient with depression.
Seeing her body relaxing, the paint man stood up, took out half of his blade from his arms and walked towards Yang Yuexi with a gap.
"Give up? Very good, I can also save a little time."
Seeing the dagger in his hand, Yang Yuexi's eyes showed a pleading look again. She was not praying for the painter to give herself more time, but she was asking the painter not to use the dagger.
This dagger lacquer man didn't sharpen it, and he didn't know how long it took. The blade surface was very stagnant. At first, he used this dagger when he had an organized organ to remove the operation.
Sometimes, the weapon is not a good thing. At least when the blade breaks the flesh and blood, it will not feel the pain, and this dagger, you say it is blunt, but it can cut your flesh!
The sharp dagger only needs to touch it lightly, and a scar will appear, but this dagger needs to be rubbed twice when it is attached to your flesh to cut it. It is huge than the pain brought by the sharp dagger!
She just wanted to die happily and didn't want to be in such pain, but the paint man did not do what she wanted.
Watching the paint man approaching him step by step, the dagger in his hand was like a demon's open minions!
Her thoughts were in chaos, and her brain played back her life like a movie at the last moment. Her eyes were dull, and the figure of a painted man was reflected in her eyes.
She saw him squatting down, and she thought she was going to kill herself, and the thick sadness flashed in her eyes, pain, and came again, but it would be good, there would be no pain after the pain.
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She remembered her life at a very fast speed. At the same time, the painted man picked up the corner of his clothes, poured a bottle of water up, and wet the corner of the clothes. At the same time, her other hand touched her head and touched her head.
He touched Yang Yuexi's face again, as if he was comparing something.
Finally, his hand circled a piece of his face on Yang Yuexi's face, picked up the corner of his clothes soaked in water and wiped it off Yang Yuexi's face, and wiped out all the stains on it.
Yang Yuexi didn't feel anything about all this until the muscles and nerves on her face felt the coldness of the blade. She felt a pain in her face, and the dull dagger blade face was actually penetrated into the flesh and blood.
A sense of tearing came, and the part of the painted man on her face had an extra rough wound, but the dagger was too blunt and could not be cut off easily.
The severe pain made her break through the weakness from her body and let out a tragic cry.
ah!!
The scream was exactly the same as when the paint man performed an organ removal surgery on Yang Yuexi. Listening to the scream, the paint man also made a sick laugh.
He looked at the wound on Yang Yanxi's face and found that he cut too much, but he didn't care. He knew that the dagger in his hand was blunt and could not accurately cut off the place he wanted.
He prefers to look at the despairy expressions of prey.
And Yang Yuexi's mind was frozen with the severe pain on her face, and the scene of life that was constantly replaying in her mind.
The pupils in her eyes suddenly dilated, and she remembered everything.
That doorman!
It's him!
Thinking of a fragment in her mind. Before the last days, her father Yang Yong was the inspector of a public official department. In this city, there was a rich merchant in this city who had always bribed Yang Yong because of his convenient business needs.
Open the back door.
For the huge sums of hundreds of thousands of millions of millions of dollars, Yang Yong will certainly not refuse. At this point, the income from bribery has made Yang Yanxi's family very moisturizing.
Look down on those who live at the bottom of society.
So much so that she always seemed high in front of those people.
It was a very ordinary day. Her best friend was going to celebrate her birthday today. That day, Yang Yuexi took her friend to a nightclub in a supercar. It happened that the nightclub had a new doorman.
After their car arrived, the doorman might not know a lot of things just now, and when he saw a cool sports car, he was just watching.