Chen Chen has always felt that something is not right in the past two days.
Ever since I received the one million reward at the folklore seminar, Mercury has gone retrograde in various ways.
First, he got into a car accident for no apparent reason on the street. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to be wearing an earthbound spirit bodyguard at the time, so he was not directly hit and killed.
Then when he went to the hospital to treat abrasions, he encountered someone making trouble, and he happened to be captured and used as a hostage.
There were too many people in the hospital at that time and he did not dare to take action.
Fortunately, the police rescued him with their help.
After being rescued, he had to go to the police station to take notes. After finally finishing everything, he could go home. However, on the way, he received a call from Sun Quan saying that there was something wrong with the assassination mission.
Oh, this scumbag just wants more money.
After he kills Wu Que, he will be dealt with as well.
After entering the garage and parking the car, Chen Chen took the elevator upstairs and opened the door as usual. He went home to change clothes, but he still had to attend a meeting.
As a result, he was stunned for a moment when he opened the door.
Why are the lights on at home?
Then he saw Sun Quan sitting in the living room with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
A sudden thought occurred in his heart, and he turned around and ran away without even a second's hesitation.
But then he felt a pain in his lower abdomen and was kicked into the house.
Holding back the pain, he raised his head and saw a familiar face that he had never seen before.
Wu Que!
Why did he show up at his home?
Chen Chen turned around and looked at Sun Quan through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with hatred, "You betrayed me..."
Sun Quan shrank and didn't dare to speak, and of course he didn't dare to look at him.
"Oh, it doesn't matter whether he betrays you or not." Wu Que moved a chair and sat in front of him, "Let's talk about your folklore seminar."
Chen Chen sneered, "You said you would let me go?"
"Of course not." Wu Que still smiled, "But I will give you a pleasure."
This is his last act of mercy.
If the "Underworld Lord's Order" was not used, Chen Chen would not be reincarnated into the animal realm after his death, and naturally he would not be thrown into hell by Wu Que.
But the things he did were enough to send him to hell.
Wu Que glanced at the two human skins spread on the sofa not far away.
She has fair skin and complete facial features. It can be seen that she is a girl with delicate appearance. She must not be older than eighteen years old. At the same time, the chest is filled with something to make it appear fuller.
Such horrible things can be seen everywhere in Chen Chen's house. Just by thinking about it, you can tell how many people he has killed, and his methods are extremely abnormal. If you want to retain this level of human skin, you will most likely have to peel it off from the person alive.
Chen Chen continued to sneer, "Since it means death anyway, why should I tell you?"
"That's true, but..."
Wu Duo nodded in agreement with his words, then took out "Penetrate Your Soul" and said, "Have you ever heard of the American Iai Slash."
Chen Chen was stunned, "What?"
Bang--!
Gunfire rang out.
Veins popped up on Chen Chen's face, and his bloodshot eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
He covered his lower body and fell to the ground, hissing and twitching desperately.
"It hurts three times. I hope you can hold on longer."
Wu Que smiled and aimed another shot at his anus.
"Uh-huh..."
"Hmm~ A scream that makes people feel happy."
Wu Que grabbed his hair, pointed the gun at his eyeball and shot him again.
"Well......"
Then Wu Que removed his jaw, aimed it at the throat and shot him again.
"Ahem..."
"We still have a long time." Wu Que grabbed his left hand, held the pistol upside down and used the grip to crush Chen Chen's left index finger like a walnut.
"You don't have to say it. It's better to say that I hope you don't say it."
Chen Chen fell to the ground, with snot and tears streaming down his face.
He reluctantly raised his head and looked at the calm expression on the man's face. He was afraid.
If there is a little bit of unbearability in your eyes, that's normal.
If the expression on the face is cruel or enjoyable, then this person is born cruel or psychopathic.
But the calmness in his eyes... shows that in this person's eyes, torturing himself is no different than crushing ants on the roadside.
He didn't feel anything.
Why did their folklore seminar attract such a monster?!
Chen Chen's psychology finally collapsed.
"I said, I said everything..."
All he wants now is that the other party can give him a happy time.
"That's it?" Wu Que looked a little disappointed, "I also plan to open an opening on your head and pour mercury into it. I heard that this is suitable for skinning? Have you tried it?"
Chen Chen shuddered, he was completely desperate.
(Please make up your own mind for the following)
............
Five people wearing white crying face puppet masks sat around a round table, with two empty chairs around the round table.
"Will the president not come to attend the meeting today?"
"The president still has to run the coffee shop, so it's normal if he doesn't come."
"What about Chen Chen? Why didn't he come?"
"Chen Chen is dead."
A masked man threw out a stack of photos, "I took these at his house when I went to find him."
Several other masked people looked at the photo and fell silent.
The photo shows Chen Chen’s home filled with various human skin decorations.
Chen Chen just sat on the chair with his head hanging down.
All his internal organs were there, but...all the flesh and blood below his head had been removed, leaving only the intact white bones.
"He was tortured alive. He had just died when I went there, and his internal organs were even still warm."
The speaker's voice was a little trembling, "There is still a living person at the scene, a corpse stitcher named Sun Quan, but he has gone crazy."
He pressed a button on the table, and a man in a suit came in pushing a wheelchair.
In the wheelchair was Sun Quan, who was having a lot of fun.
"Hehe...hehe...it has nothing to do with me...hehe..."
Several people were silent.
What exactly could he see that would drive a corpse stitcher who works with corpses every day crazy?
"Let me ask him." A masked man took out a yellow paper charm and stuck it in the middle of Sun Quan's forehead, and then asked, "What did you see? Who killed Chen Chen?"
"Yes...yes..."
Sun Quan's expression was dull, and then he looked painful.
The next moment, his whole head exploded, and red and white splattered everywhere.
At first, the masked man's voice trembled, "He has no soul, just like Chen Chen..."
Silence fell in the hall.
After a long time, someone suddenly said, "Did we offend someone we shouldn't offend?"
A face appeared in their minds at the same time.
............
"Tsk, it turns out there is also a folklore seminar? So it's not like I don't know anything."
Wu Que, who had returned to the morgue, was complaining to Old Li Tou, "In the end, I only knew that their president was a ghost. At the same time, the seminar where the president was full of ghosts was the real seminar. Theirs was a human folklore seminar."
It will be just a superficial thing created by their president."
After hearing this, Lao Litou smiled and said: "But Xiao Wu, have you also figured out the identities of the other living people in this superficial seminar?"
"Of course, I didn't expect that all of them would be very nice on the surface, but they turned out to be perverts." Wu Que moved his wrist, and then threw "Penetrate Your Soul" to Old Li, "Old Li
, come with me next time, we will take the initiative to defeat those scum one by one."
"Of course, how can I be less likely to get rid of the scum in society?"
Lao Li took the gun, curled his lips in disgust, and then took out a pistol from his body, "I feel like this one is better for me."
Wu Que was curious, "Where did you get this from? Guns can't hit ghosts. Mine has been fired."
"My gun is a demon gun. My platoon leader seized it from an enemy officer and gave it to me for self-defense when I went to the cemetery last time."
Lao Li shook his head and shook the silver pistol, "Xiao Wu, have you heard of the demon sword Muramasa?"
Wu Bu nodded, "I've heard of it."
Old Li Tou: "My gun is called the 'Demon Gun Colt'. It's really good at killing ghosts."
Wu Que: "..."
"Okay, I'll go to bed first, I have to get up early to do things tomorrow."
Old Li Tou was a little curious, "What are you doing?"
Wu Que pointed to the suitcases at the foot of the bed next to him, "I made some money, and I plan to see if I can buy a house tomorrow."