Speaking of the wilderness, the mysterious Qimig sat alone on the semicircular gray rock like a manifestation of a erratic ghost, standing alone on the semicircular grey rock, staring blankly in a daze.

The strange sheep in the estrus still licked the monster Qimig's thin left hand endlessly, but Qimig had no reaction. It seemed that her soul had left her body and had been taken by a witch, and she was already a walking corpse.

Brother Qi first observed Qimig quietly for a long time, then made a large piece of glutinous rice cake and tentatively handed it to the weirdo named Qimig.

Unexpectedly, Qimig didn't appreciate it at all. She slapped the rice cake to the ground, then closed her eyes in resistance, and ignored Brother Qi.

Qimig's unexpected and unreasonable behavior angered the impatient Monkey King Baboon. The guy rushed over and grabbed Qimig's neck and lifted him up with one hand.

The speed is so fast that it is too late to react.

Although the seventh brother had a very bad temper, he usually did not have any random attacks. He saw the monkey king baboon and the monkey were anxious and reckless and clumsy, and he was very angry.

I heard the seventh brother say majestic: "Mom, please pick him up, who told you to pick him up? Let me put it down quickly."

As soon as the words were finished, the Monkey King Baboon hurriedly put down Qimig, who was as thin as a skeleton. Qimig was neither angry nor angry, and still sat on the rock with expressionless face, staring at the dead fish-like eyes, dazed and dazed.

Brother Qi couldn't speak with him, so he had to let Miss Zhuoma talk to him in Tibetan.

The fairy-like girl Zhuoma first took out the water and naan sympathetically, then squatted down and said kindly: "Brother, what's wrong with you? What's your worries? Let's eat something and drink some water first."

Qimig turned his head and first looked at Zhuoma with his lost eyes, which was clearly filled with helplessness and despair.

"Brother, eat something." Miss Zhuoma held a water bag in one hand and a browned naan in the other, insisting.

Maybe Qimig was really hungry, and suddenly grabbed the naan and swallowed it in the blink of an eye. He ate too fast! He didn't chew at all, but bit and swallowed it directly, so he rolled his eyes so much that he choked.

Then the monster quickly poured water into his mouth, and the kind girl Zhuoma hit his back with her own hands, which made the flirtatious actress very jealous and lost her balance in her mind.

Immediately afterwards, Miss Zhuoma took out three more naans, and Qimig quickly killed them, swallowed them like a hungry wolf, drank a lot of water, wiped her mouth hard, and gradually gained a little vitality in her eyes.

"Who are you? Why are you alone here?" Miss Zhuoma continued to ask in Tibetan.

"I am Qimig, poor Qimig, I can't live anymore, I'm going to die soon." Qimig looked at the beautiful girl Zhuoma, her eyes filled with tears and she said with sobs.

"Why"? The fairy-like girl Zhuoma was stunned at first, and then asked in surprise.

"Because I was given a bone finger technique by Baimalangjie"! Qimig became dull again, his eyes were like a flame that was exhausted from lamp oil, and it was almost extinguished. The youngest angel girl was worried that his pupils would spread at any time, so he would be dead.

"Who is Baimalangjie?" The fairy-like girl Zhuoma was puzzled, but she also asked in a lot of curious ways.

"I am a member of the Goba tribe. Because I accidentally told the foreigners about God's treasure, I was used by the wizard Baimalangjie in the group to use the bone finger technique, so I can't live long and I'm about to die." After that, Qimig actually lowered his messy head and started crying like a child.

Seeing Qimig's pitiful appearance, Miss Zhuoma felt very sad and sympathetic, and at the same time, her curiosity was about to pop out of her chest.

The fairy-like girl Zhuoma comforted the poor Goba man while couldn't help but continue asking: "Bone finger technique? What is bone finger technique?"

Maybe it was Miss Zhuoma's beauty, maybe it was Miss Zhuoma's kindness, or maybe it was Miss Zhuoma's naan and water, Qimig suddenly stopped crying and said, "Anyway, I'm dying, I'm fine to tell you."

Zhuoma flashed with beautiful big eyes, took out a few pieces of milk tofu from the bag on the yak's back, and held it with both hands and handed it to Qimig. This made the petty Huadan even more jealous, and she wanted to strangle this poor Qimig to death for a hundred times.

Qimig was eating milk tofu fragrantly, with white foam on the corners of her mouth, and she said vaguely: "We the Goba tribe have a mysterious and terrible way to kill people, which is called "bone finger technique".

Miss Zhuoma shone with her big crystal-like eyes, and was still confused by Qimig's words.

I saw Qimiguguda swallowing a mouthful of delicious milk tofu, and then took a big bite. Then I continued to tell the story in a vague way:

"Baimalangjie is a terrible wizard. He uses human bones and hair to make a tool. This tool is called killing bones. The method of killing bones is called bone finger technique. The bone finger technique has supernatural power. When killing people, you don't need to contact people. As long as you are pointed by this bone and recite a string of spells sharply, those poor victims, especially me, are like a spear stinging the heart, and they will definitely suffer torture and death in the days that follow, so I don't have many days."

After saying this, Qimig's eyes quickly dimmed like charcoal fire.

Oh, Miss Zhuoma understands a little now. I still remember when she was very young, she sat on her grandfather's legs, grabbed her grandfather's white beard and pestered her to tell stories.

She vaguely remembered that the indigenous people overseas said that they were good at killing people with murder bones. The murder bones could be made of human bones, kangaroo bones, wooden sticks and even stones. But to make it effective, complex rituals must be held to give it powerful supernatural powers. Women in the indigenous people of the clan and non-natives must never know the mystery of the ritual.

This terrifying murder process is also very special: the murderer wears shoes made of white feathers and human hair, kneels near to the person being killed, holds the murderous bone in his hand like a earth gun, aims and points at the prisoner, and then recites a series of terrible spells to complete the task.

Moreover, this method of killing will never fail in the world and will never leave any traces. It sounds very terrible, but it really exists! This horrifying bone finger technique is a bit like the Haitian witchcraft that is rampant with witchcraft.

"How long have you been killed for too long?" Zhuoma asked more and more curiously.

"It's been seven days, and within ten days at most, there is no immortality. My life is coming soon." After saying this, when Qimig was helpless, he suddenly stretched out his trembling hand, grabbed her arm, and said in a faint voice: "Good girl, may God bless you and not care about me."

Then, he looked at Miss Zhuoma with desperate eyes and murmured: "I was pointed at by the murderous bones. They said that I had violated the clan rules and wanted to judge me, so I would run away..."
Chapter completed!