After hearing this, the blood on the boy's face faded.
In this era, the wheelchair has not appeared. The person who has lame one leg is already a useless person. He can only rely on a crutch to move and break his legs...
I could only lie in bed and wait for death.
A beggar who can beg on the street with a broken pair of legs is already a big fortune.
What's more, the broken leg may die directly because he can't stop the blood. The boy is not very clear about the concept of wound infection, but he has seen many people suffer from the pain because the bleeding area is not well treated.
Even if he knows a lot of magical magic, if he cuts his leg, what is the difference between him and he dies directly!
"No, no." The boy took two steps back, staring at Guijiu with vigilance and fear.
Because he could hear that Yu Xing's words seemed to have a negotiable element, and it seemed that there was an unfinished meaning, but the young man in the corner who was so harmonious that he was almost one with the shadow was actually malice towards him.
He grew up so old that he had been in contact with ghosts for a long time, so he could naturally feel the strong ghost energy on Guijiu, which was even more gloomy than him.
Could this be the dead friend of the fox demon?
The idea of ​​the Dead Soul is very extreme. Even if you make friends with living people, you always hope that your living people will die and become ghosts and be with them forever.
"What are you doing when you stare at me? The idea is made by this vixen." Guijiu smiled at the boy, and finally said the word he had thought about it long ago.
When he smiled, the gloomy feeling of disgust became even more obvious. The young man didn't think that if the young man in front of him wanted to do anything to him, he would have a chance to escape, so he subconsciously touched his legs.
He might have to say goodbye to his legs.
"Don't be afraid. I want to take you with me, but I won't take you with me as a burden of mobility. I also want you to lead the way to Qiansanjia." Yu Xing glanced at Guijiu and signaled him not to always scare people - he was sensible when he was scared with his identity as a fox, but Guijiu was different. Guijiu was trying to scare people to death.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief... although it was not obvious.
He asked in a hoarse voice: "How to do it?"
Yu Xing lowered his eyes.
The red cloth shoes are still so bright under the dim moonlight, rich as blood.
They had clearly seen the pair of red cloth shoes falling from Jiang Po’s leather before, which were ordinary shoes, but as long as they were worn on people, it was much more evil than when they were taken off.
The soles and fabrics tightly wrapped the teenager's feet like octopus. After careful look, the shoe almost seemed to have grown into the flesh without leaving any gaps.
It is like living.
Just as he was thinking about this, Yu Xing saw the tips of the red cloth shoes moving inch towards the courtyard door.
The boy's body and face did not move, and the movement of his toes seemed very strange.
Although the amplitude is small, the boy felt the body of the boy, and his face looked even more ugly.
That's how he was controlled.
At first it was the strange gaze brought to him by these shoes, as if no matter what he did, the shoes were staring at him with invisible eyes.
At that time, these shoes could still be taken off, so he threw them away, but when he woke up at night, he always felt that someone was standing next to him and looking down at him.
The red cloth shoes he threw away were neatly placed beside the bed, and the tips were aimed at him.
Throw it again, and as soon as he woke up the next morning, he saw red cloth shoes on his feet.
Soon, the shoes couldn't be taken off.
It began to blend with him and control his actions. He wanted to force his shoes to take off his feet, but tore his feet to pieces. It felt like he was smearing off his skin. It hurt so much, so he immediately let go.
Later, the presence of these shoes became weaker and weaker—or he became accustomed to it and assimilated.
He felt that these red cloth shoes were part of his body, and even the soul on his feet was taken over by these shoes. As time goes by, it will take over more.
If he hadn't occasionally fallen because his thoughts and shoes don't match and lose balance, he would have forgotten that this thing shouldn't have appeared on his feet. One day he suddenly woke up and realized that this kind of forgetting was the most terrifying thing.
"I want to get rid of it, how do I do it?"
When the boy saw Yu Xing remained silent, he asked again.
Yu Xing said: "I still have to cut my legs."
juvenile:"……"
Yu Xing thought of the red cloth shoes that were easily separated from Jiang Po's human skin, and chuckled: "Only by leaving it with nothing to rely on can it be peeled off."
In other words, for those who do not specialize in their profession, they cannot have the ability to remove the soul-related magic at the academic level, so they can only change their thinking.
If you want to separate the red cloth shoes, you can only let the owner of the shoes "dead".
The leg was cut off, and for the red cloth shoes, this leg was equivalent to "dead", and it should be able to be taken off smoothly.
Yu Xing held the shoulder of the boy who wanted to retreat: "It hurts a little. After the pain, I will help you sew your legs back. How about it? Do you want to try it?"
The young man pulled his hand and couldn't take it off. He knew that the fox demon was just asking for his opinion on his lips and had actually made a decision.
Even if he said he didn't want to try, it would probably be useless.
"I, the doctor, are still here." Zhao Mou smiled, "Don't worry, I can't die."
Guijiu threw the little stones bored and muttered, "I'm not wrong."
juvenile:"……"
He nodded with confidence.
After a moment, a trembling and sob came from the yard, as if it was blocked by something.
Blood dripped on the red cloth shoes that fell to the ground with half of the thin calves, making it more reddish.
He picked up the amputated body with clear joints and tried to take off his cloth shoes.
...
Half an hour later, a new "guest" came outside the gate of the courtyard.
The young man covered in a black robe, led by the old man with white hair, knocked politely and reservedly.
No one answered.
The person behind him said gloomyly: "Have you run away?"
The white-haired old man gritted his teeth and whispered: "The mouse did not send a message, so he should not have run away. Young Master, the fox demon is inside."
The young man curled his lips and slowly withdrew his hand: "Don't you understand the 'rat'? Master Wanban said that he would send a letter once in half an hour, and he would not send a letter even if he had a letter."
"If the fox demon has left, you can only see this news in the next letter of the mouse. Do you think the mouse will send us information so actively?"
A fat little gray squirrel happened to pass by the young man's feet. The young man calmly stepped on it, smiled and slowly exerted force.
The mouse struggled and screamed and turned into a pile of meat paste.
The white-haired old man and the other, the only person who came over, were also wearing black robe, shivered. They knew that the young master said this because he had become dissatisfied with the "rat" boy.
Chapter completed!