After hearing this, the color drained from the young man's face.
In this era, there is no such thing as a wheelchair. A person who is lame in one leg is already a disabled person and can only move with crutches. A person who has broken two legs...
I can only lie in bed and wait for death.
A beggar like that who can still beg on the street with both legs broken is already very lucky.
What's more, cutting off a leg may lead to death due to the inability to stop the bleeding. The young man was not very familiar with the concept of wound infection, but he had seen many people die of pain because the bleeding area did not receive good treatment.
Even if he knows a lot of strange arts, if his legs are cut off, what's the difference between him and him dying directly!
"No, you can't." The young man took two steps back and stared at Guijiu warily and fearfully.
Because he could tell that there seemed to be an element of discussion in Yu Xing's words, and there seemed to be unfinished meaning, but the young man in the corner, who was so harmonious with the shadow that he almost became one, had real malice towards him.
As he grew up, he often came into contact with ghosts. Naturally, he could feel the strong ghost energy in Guijiu, which was even more sinister than him and not like a living person.
Could this be the fox demon’s dead friend?
The thoughts of dead souls are very extreme. Even if they make friends with living people, they always hope that their living friends will die and become ghosts and stay with them forever.
"Why are you staring at me? The idea came from this vixen." Guijiu smiled at the young man and finally said the word he had been thinking about for a long time.
As soon as he smiled, the gloomy disgust became 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 leg.
He may have to say goodbye to his legs.
"Don't be afraid. I want to take you with me, but I won't bring you a burden that can't move easily. I also want you to lead the way to Qian San's house." Yu Xing glanced at Guijiu and signaled him not to scare people all the time - he
You have to be careful when using your identity as a fox to scare people, but Guijiu is different. Guijiu rushes to scare people to death.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief...although the relief was not obvious.
He asked hoarsely: "How to do it?"
Yu Xing lowered his eyes.
The red cloth shoes are still so bright under the dim moonlight, as rich as blood.
Obviously they had checked the pair of red cloth shoes that fell from Mrs. Jiang's skin before. They were ordinary shoes, but as long as they were still on the person, they looked much different than when they were taken off.
The sole and fabric tightly wrapped the boy's feet like an octopus. If you look closely, it almost seems like the shoes have grown into the flesh, leaving no gaps.
It's like alive.
Just as he was thinking this, Yu Xing saw the toe of his red cloth shoes move an inch toward the courtyard door.
The boy's body and face didn't move, but the movement of his toes seemed strange.
Although the amplitude was small, after all, the boy's body felt it, and his face became even more ugly.
That's how he was controlled.
The first thing he felt was the strange gaze that these shoes gave him, as if no matter what he did, these shoes were staring at him with invisible eyes.
At that time, the shoes could still be taken off, so he threw them far away. But when he woke up at night, he always felt that someone was standing next to him and looking at him. He looked down.
The red cloth shoes that he had thrown away were neatly placed beside the bed, with the toes pointing towards him.
Throw it away again, and when he wakes up the next morning, he sees red cloth shoes on his feet.
Soon, I couldn't take off these shoes.
It began to merge with him and control his actions. He tried to take off his shoes by force, but it tore his feet to pieces. It felt like peeling off his own skin. It was too painful, so he immediately let go.
Handed.
Later, the existence of this pair of shoes became weaker and weaker - or he got used to it and assimilated to it.
He felt that these red cloth shoes were part of his body. Even the soul of his feet had been taken over by these shoes. As time went by, it would take over more.
If it weren't for the occasional mismatch between his ideas and the shoes, causing him to lose his balance and fall, he would have almost forgotten that this thing shouldn't have appeared on his feet. One day, he suddenly woke up and realized that this kind of forgetfulness was the most terrifying thing.
of.
"I want to get rid of it, what should I do?"
Seeing that Yu Xing was silent, the young man asked again.
Yu Xing said: "I still have to chop off my legs."
juvenile:"……"
Yu Xing thought of the red cloth shoes that were easily separated from Mrs. Jiang's skin, and chuckled: "It can only be peeled off if there is nothing to cling to."
In other words, for those who are not specialized in magic, there is no way to have the ability to remove this 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 "die".
The leg is cut off. This leg is equivalent to "dead" for the red cloth shoes, so it should be able to be taken off smoothly.
Yu Xing hugged the shoulder of the young man who wanted to retreat: "It only hurts a little bit. When the pain is over, I will help you sew your legs back together. How about it? Do you want to try it?"
The young man tugged at his hand, but failed to pull it away. He knew that the fox demon was only asking for his opinion, but had actually made a decision.
Even if he says he doesn't want to try, it probably won't help.
"I, the doctor, am still here." Zhao Mou smiled, "Don't worry, he won't die."
Guijiu was bored and playing with pebbles, and muttered: "I'm not going to chop off the legs, I'm not wrong either."
juvenile:"……"
He nodded patiently.
After a while, a trembling whimper that seemed to be blocked by something came from the yard.
Drop by drop, blood fell on the red cloth shoes that fell to the ground along with the thin half of the calf, dyeing them even more red.
The hand with clear joints picked up the limb and tried to take off the cloth shoe.
…
Half an hour later, a new "guest" arrived outside the courtyard.
The young people covered in black robes, led by the white-haired old man, knocked on the door politely and reservedly.
No one responded.
The person behind him said grimly: "Have you run away already?"
The white-haired old man gritted his teeth and whispered: "The mouse didn't send a message, so it probably didn't run away. Young Master, the fox demon is inside."
The corners of the young man's lips curled up, and he slowly retracted his hand: "Don't you know about 'rat' yet? Master Wanban said that he should deliver a letter once every half an hour. Even if it's half an hour, he won't deliver one more letter."
"If the fox demon has left, you will only see this news in the next letter from the mouse. Do you think the mouse will be so active in conveying information to us?"
A fat little squirrel happened to pass by the young man's feet. The young man stepped on it calmly, smiling and slowly exerting force.
The mouse struggled and screamed and became a puddle of meat.
The white-haired old man and the other one, the only one who followed and also wore a black robe, all shivered, knowing that the young master was already dissatisfied with the "mouse" boy by saying this.
It seems that after tonight, the life of the young man who can control mice has come to an end... No matter Master Feng is willing or not, no one can protect the person the young master wants to kill except Master Wanban.