Chapter 117 Survive a catastrophe, there must be a make-up knife
The killer didn't listen at all to what the five-person group said. He was thinking repeatedly about why he couldn't move.
There was obviously no real energy fluctuation coming from the five people on the opposite side, and I didn't see any movement from them, but I couldn't move!
Could it be that……
Are these people arranged by those two old perverts from before?
Damn it, it seems like this is really the case!
After all, these methods can be said to be exactly the same?!
No wonder they let me escape like that before. It turned out that they had arranged a back-up plan!
Thinking of this, the killer felt bad!
An emotion called despair engulfed him instantly!
Although he had a brand-new body as a blessing in disguise this time, thinking of the humiliating torture he had endured before, he would rather give up!
When he thought that he was about to undergo the same torture again, which was even more perverted and shameful than before, he wished he could die immediately!
enough!
If you can, just kill me with one knife!
Why are you torturing me like this!
Why?
Why!!!
It's a pity that no one can hear the cry and struggle in his heart. The five-person team has already carried him and walked back towards the coffin.
Although they haven't done anything for more than a month, they still have not fallen behind on the most basic business skills.
Lift the cover, release people, cover the cover.
The movements are done in one go, extremely smooth!
"This friendly soldier is seriously injured, you must work extra hard!" Erha stood beside him, holding up the dog's head and warned him.
The five people nodded to Erha and stretched out their hands to hold up the coffin.
Back and forth.
Left, left, right.
Advance, advance, retreat.
Spin and jump.
…
The strange steps of the five people swayed rhythmically, looking increasingly weird.
The peacock raised its head in cooperation.
"Urwa-!"
The penetrating sound of the suona broke the tranquility of the night.
Inside the coffin.
The killer finally regained control of his body.
But he still couldn't escape.
The coldness that he had never experienced before surged up and engulfed him in an instant!
"I died so miserably..." An illusory figure appeared in the killer's sight.
The killer's eyes narrowed: this person was one of his former targets, and his body is still in his secret exhibition hall.
Soon, more and more phantoms appeared.
These were all his former goals, and each one of them shouted something like revenge.
The killer himself is not afraid of ghosts. If it were normal, he would even appreciate them.
But now I don’t know why, but looking at the ghosts of these people who were killed by me, a sense of fear that I have never felt before suddenly surges up...
It was a feeling of fear that struck straight to the bottom of my heart and could not be dispelled at all!
"No... don't come over!"
"If this had happened, I should have wiped out your souls together!"
"Go away! Go away——!"
…
As time passed, the killer's struggle gradually subsided.
He huddled in the large coffin, his whole body shaking...
My eyes gradually lost focus...
Am I going to die...
So cold...
Sister, sister, where are you?
Please help my brother, I'm so scared...
Woo woo woo...
As his consciousness faded, he saw a ray of light.
The killer opened his eyes in disbelief.
The cold and terrifying coffin is gone.
I am currently standing by a river, next to a sea of blooming flowers.
There were drops of water dripping down on his body.
"Little Lot!" I called out and suddenly remembered.
The killer looked up and saw a woman running towards him anxiously.
"Mother...?" The killer murmured in disbelief.
"I heard from my neighbor that you fell into the river, so I ran over quickly... Wuwuwu..."
The woman cried and patted the killer's back gently:
"I asked you not to go play in the river. You go instead. If you have any shortcomings, how do you want me to live? Wuwuwu..."
The killer reached out and hugged the woman's waist.
It turns out she is not my mother, but my sister.
"Sister, please stop crying. I'm fine." The killer quickly comforted her softly.
"I don't care...wuwuwu...I was scared to death by you." My sister was still crying.
"How could I die?" The killer continued to comfort: "Didn't I say that I will marry my sister in the future and have many, many children."
"Brother, you are talking nonsense again!" My sister let go of her hand and nodded at his forehead: "We are siblings, how can we get married?"
"That's just the prejudice of the world. As long as we are happy, no matter what they do?" The killer looked into his sister's eyes and his expression suddenly became extremely serious.
"Xiaozi...you..." My sister quickly lowered her head, not daring to look into the killer's eyes.
"Sister." The killer suddenly plucked up the courage and reached out to lift his sister's chin: "This time I am not dead. What if I really die accidentally in the future?"
"Xiaozi...I..." My sister's tone became a little loose.
"Sister, let's put aside the prejudices of the world and find a place where there is no one to live out our lives, okay?" the killer continued, his voice seemed to have something bewitching.
"Hmm..." My sister nodded shyly.
"Very good!"
The killer held his sister in his arms, and his mouth and sister were pressed together...
His long-cherished wish finally came true, and at this moment he was extremely excited.
He even felt that even if he died like this at this moment, it would be worth it!
The two figures slowly rolled to the ground and disappeared into the depths of the sea of flowers...
The moonlight broke away from the shackles of the dark clouds and fell softly on the earth.
The penetrating sound of the suona finally stopped.
The coffin also slowly fell back to the ground.
The group of five gently opened the coffin lid.
Lao Wu squatted down and let Erha jump onto his shoulders smoothly.
Erha looked into the coffin expectantly.
The friend crossed his hands on his chest with a satisfied smile on his face.
only……
But he couldn't feel any signs of life on his friendly troops...
"Brother, there is only death energy left in this man." Chief Death Appraiser Xianhe said calmly: "As expected, he is completely dead."
"I know..." Erha murmured back, his tone obviously very frustrated.
It’s not that Brother Ha or I have poor skills, I can only blame this friendly soldier’s bad luck.
Just like those friendly forces whose treatment failed before.
His life was not good, and it was too late when he met him.
"Dig a hole and bury it." Erha added casually, turned around and jumped back to the ground.
The five-person team skillfully took out their tools and started digging the hole.
"Brother Ha, don't be sad." The little fox came over and rubbed Er Ha's dog's head affectionately: "You have tried your best, no one will blame you."
"Don't worry, I know." Erha gently rubbed the little fox's face back.
After finishing speaking, Erha quietly watched the five-man group burying the friendly troops, with fighting spirit igniting in the dog's eyes.
There are still so many friendly troops waiting for his treatment, now is not the time to feel sad and sad!
It didn't take long for the killer to sleep underground forever.
The five-person team took back their tools and carried the coffin again.
"Let's go!" Erha jumped back onto the coffin lid with the little fox and gave the order while shaking his dog legs.
Under night.
This strange team walked quickly towards the imperial city.