Quickly pass through: Crazy batch of bosses are so popular that they become popular

The soft and waxy voice seemed to be pressing down with great force, making the young man lying on the ground unable to move.

He was horrified, and cold sweat ran down his back when he realized that his hands and feet were immobilized.

Si Jin lowered his eyes and stared at the top of the man's head. Disgust flashed in his eyes, and when he looked back, his face showed no sadness or joy.

With a little hand raised, the young man on the ground slowly rose into the air and stopped at a height of about three feet.

Her fingertips moved flexibly, as if playing a cheerful piano music.

The howling sound suddenly started, startling the crows on the dead trees outside Zhuangzi to fly up.

The young man's limbs kept changing positions as Si Jin's fingertips jumped, and finally maintained an anti-human angle.

Twisted, bent.

Weird and...disgusting.

It's like an evil ghost that has been cultivated in the basement for 800 years and has no human form anymore.

The blood on Zhuangtou's face, which was nailed to the bookshelf, was gone, and the warm smell between his legs flowed down his trouser legs, staining the study room.

The unpleasant smell slowly dispersed, and Si Jin frowned and looked over.

Zhuangtou was so frightened that his legs became weak and turned into noodles. He was shaking and unable to stand upright.

The teeth in his mouth chattered up and down unconsciously, making a rattling sound.

Si Jin snorted lightly, picked up a brush and threw it at it.

"Pfft-"

The brush penetrated directly into the pipa bone of Zhuangtou, and dots of red spread, like a gorgeous flower from the other side blooming.

Si Jin walked over, one step, two steps, three steps...

Every step seemed to fall on Zhuangtou's heart, more like the countdown of death, crisp...piercing.

As he got closer, Si Jin raised his eyes and stared at this evil ghost in the world, his gaze slowly downwards, nailed between his legs.

"This is where the disaster started. It must be eliminated, destroyed, and destroyed."

She nodded in a serious manner and motioned with her fingers to the man in black standing beside her to take action.

Man in black:"……"

Although he was reluctant, the man in black still walked over.

He heard the Nuojiji sound again. The sound was light and fluttering, but it scared Zhuangtou to the point where he rolled his eyes and fainted.

He didn't even wake up when his scalp was torn off and his face was pulled upwards. It can be imagined that this pain was nothing compared to what he was about to face.

Si Jin said: "Coir raincoat cucumber, that black dog in the backyard should try a new dish."

The man in black flicked his wrist and stabbed towards the head of the village ruthlessly.

The screams arrived late but at the same time, the other men in black came back one after another.

"I found two wooden boxes in the dry well in the front yard. There were probably ten thousand taels of silver cakes in them."

"We found three girls in the backyard and basement. One of them has gone crazy. The other two wanted to die when they saw us, so they had to be knocked unconscious and carried back."

"Two skeletons were dug out from under the ground in Waizhuangtou. They should be adult men. They were about thirty years old when they died. Their limbs were broken and their skulls were shattered..."

Si Jin's face didn't change much as she listened to their reports. This was already clear to her when she first saw Zhuang Tou.

Evil ghosts in the world are nothing more than this!

She was just curious, "Don't you have a small family in Zhuangtou?"

It was well known that the Yin family was wealthy, and as the steward of the Yin family's largest farm, the head of the farm could not have only this useless son.

But he saw that the man in black was indifferent and motionless, as if he was stuck.

Si Jin looked over curiously and snapped his fingers.

The little paper man came back to his senses, his eyes rolled blankly twice, and his voice stuttered.

"...He has a mother...just...just..."

"What's going on? You should hurry up and tell me!" 857 urged anxiously.

Only then did the little paper man smooth out the words in his throat and speak out.

"It's just that his mother is no longer a person. She has no arms and legs. She lives in a room in the back room..."

Please forgive me for being short-sighted and unable to find the language to describe this.

857 glared, "Human pig? Are you saying that Zhuangtou's mother was made into a human pig?"

Si Jin closed his eyes and said, "Yes, Zhuang Tou made it himself."

As for the reason, it was no longer important. It was just a miserable childhood or something. Si Jin didn't want to say too much.

Evil people always have countless reasons to do evil, and she doesn't care, let alone them.

She didn't want to dirty her hands with such a disgusting thing, so she simply stood aside with her arms crossed and watched the little paper man do the work for her.

The black dog in the backyard was led to the door. A plate of coir raincoat cucumbers was not enough for him to stuff between his teeth. He started barking immediately after eating.

Si Jin couldn't bear to treat animals lightly, so he told the little paper man to move quickly and serve the second dish.

Zhuangtou's hands and feet were carved by small paper figures into rockeries and flowing water. They were so lifelike that they had a beauty that can only be appreciated in the underworld.

The black dog doesn't understand art. He eats it happily with a crunchy bite and wagging his tail.

In the original world, the fourth uncle died in the hands of Zhuangtou. His death was miserable. The weather-beaten young man was tortured to a terrible state, but he did not relent and agreed to hand over his niece to others even at the last moment...

Not to mention the death of the original owner, after more than three years and more than 1000 days and nights of abuse, the little girl no longer remembered that she was a human being when she died.

There was only hatred in her heart.

Deep hatred.

To Zhuangtou, to Zhuangtou's son, to the place of exile, and even to the entire court...

Their family worked hard and studied hard, and they had never done anything illegal.

Why are there nine races sitting together?

Is it because they have a thin bloodline of sinners?

Obviously they didn't get any benefits at all, but in the end they ended up with their families broken up and their families dying miserably in a foreign country!

Si Jin was so sickened by the smell of blood that he walked out the door and stared at the rows of thatched houses as low as dog kennels not far away in a daze.

The rustling sound of cloth could not escape her ears. It seemed that the tenant farmers, who had been oppressed for a long time, heard the noise but did not dare to come and check.

Si Jin rolled his eyes. Shouldn't such a joyful moment be shared with everyone?

She summoned a small paper figure to mutter something, then turned to look at the three girls lying by the door.

One of them has lost his mind due to long-term abuse and is commonly known as crazy.

The soul she lost has long since disappeared, and there is no way to find it in the vastness of the world.

The other two looked normal, but Si Jin asked 857 to scan them for confirmation and then waved their hands to erase their memories.

Sometimes when people are alive, the less they know, the less troubles they will have, and it is better to erase the unhappy memories.

Then he looked at the two adult male corpses that were dug out. To be more precise, they should be two skeletons.

People cannot be resurrected, so Si Jin didn't look at it anymore and just let the little paper man bury him alive.

The screams in the room continued. As the best Lingchi swordsman, the little paper man worked very carefully. He even cut his eyelids into three pieces...

The big black dog's dinner party is still going on, and the chaotic footsteps of the foreign village are already coming this way.

Men and women in ragged clothes, looking like mummies, staggered over. There was no light in their eyes, and some were just numb to life.

Originally they didn't want to come, but they heard that they could get half a pound of money if they came, so they came despite the cold wind.

The screams became clearer as they got closer to the main courtyard, and the tenants' eyes sparkled with wonder.

Could it be that...there really is retribution in this world?