"That person?" The rickety uncle's eyes were full of panic, as if he didn't understand what Chu Ping was saying at all, "What is that person? Young man, my wife is like this now, let's solve the matter at hand first.
Alright."
The rickety uncle wanted to pull the phone out from under Chu Ping's hand.
"Call the police first. When the police arrive, we can talk about other things."
Seeing that he couldn't pull the phone out of Chu Ping's hand, the rickety uncle gave in a little.
"It's not urgent, I'm just interested in the person you're talking about."
The rickety uncle raised his head and looked at Chu Ping. At this moment, Chu Ping's smile seemed to him like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
"Who is that person? I really don't know what you are talking about? Give me the phone quickly, I want to call the police, my wife is crazy, she wants to kill me!"
The rickety uncle looked at Chu Ping with horror on his face, or looked behind Chu Ping.
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and behind him was the crazy one-eyed grandma.
The black silk threads were flying and dancing, as if they were trying to swallow up Chu Ping in front of him.
Chu Ping raised the corners of his mouth and didn't even look back. He just kept staring at the rickety old man who was half paralyzed on the ground with fear, as if he wanted to continue the topic just now.
The rickety uncle was surprised not only by the alienated grandmother behind Chu Ping, but also by Chu Ping himself.
"Shouldn't normal people be afraid of this kind of scene? There is no fear in this young man's eyes, and there is even some madness in his eyes. Who is he? His eyes seem..."
The rickety uncle didn't have time to fall into a trance. He only heard a "boom" sound, and the black thread extending from Grandma's broken arm hit Chu Ping directly behind him.
The moment the black thread fell, the rickety uncle seemed to have seen Chu Ping's extremely miserable death, with his brain shattered, blood flowing all over the floor, and even pieces of meat flying everywhere.
At this time, the rickety uncle was trembling in his heart, frightened, frightened, and excited.
He remembered that the person who got lost in the community last time probably died in this way, but it was not his grandma who did it, but him himself, using the hammer that had been prepared, and dropped the outsider bit by bit.
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The rickety uncle still remembers the appearance of the outsider's fleshy bits flying around, and the feeling of the hot blood spraying on his face.
At that moment, I was emotionally excited, excited and nervous.
From that moment on, he became addicted to that feeling. He had dissected many people's bodies, including men and women, tall and short, fat and thin, and he always got an unprecedented pleasure from it.
Just like now, the ricket uncle's originally rickety body actually straightened up, and the craziness in his eyes was stronger than that of Chu Ping. He didn't want to blink, he wanted to watch the young man in front of him turn into a puddle of minced meat in front of him.
"Quack, quack, even if you don't have any fear of it, you still can't escape the fate of death. The man said that there is only one person left, and you will be the winner of the final glory."
"Bang--"
The scene that the rickety uncle imagined did not appear. Instead, his wife fell down first.
Looking at his fallen wife, the rickety uncle was completely stunned.
"This shouldn't be the result, right?"
Although the one-eyed grandma fell, the black thread extending from her broken arm was still flying in the air, like a monster with teeth and claws, flying towards Chu Ping.
But before the black silk thread touched Chu Ping, the accident happened again.
A man's head appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of Chu Ping. He then bit the flying black thread into his mouth and fed it to him.
The rickety old man had not yet recovered from the fact that his wife fell down for no reason, but he saw another head that could eat black threads.
The rickety uncle's mind was at a loss for a while. He couldn't figure out how such a thing could appear in his home.
After the one-eyed grandma fell, a dark-faced man appeared there with a pitch black stick in his hand. His face was full of apologies, as if what he had just hit the grandma was not something he did intentionally.
"Boss, it's done."
Lou Bin grinned, showing his white teeth, and looked at Chu Ping, as if asking him for credit.
At this time, Ah Tou was diligently eating the black silk thread in the room, as if to him, this was the best delicacy.
And that gray mist had shrunk into a ball long ago when the one-eyed grandma went crazy, and then ran away to who knows where.
"The new employees just don't have a sense of teamwork. What's going to happen if this goes on? I should get an employee handbook or something when I have time."
Just when Chu Ping lamented that the gray fog had no sense of teamwork, the rickety uncle stretched out his finger and pointed at Chu Ping tremblingly.
"You...who are you?"
The change just now gave the rickety uncle a great shock, and he even found it difficult to speak.
It's not like the rickety uncle has never seen ghosts before, but this is the first time he has seen one like Chu Ping, who has a head and is also a mist.
But from this point of view, the man with the dark face and the black slinging stick in his hand seemed relatively normal.
But the next scene made the rickety uncle feel that all his guesses just now were wrong, and they were very wrong.
Lou Bin was seen taking off his right hand, and his movements were extremely skillful, as if his entire body had been spliced together.
Lou Bin wiped the fingernails of his right hand, as if he were maintaining a piece of art, and then put his right hand back on again with satisfaction.
Realizing that the rickety uncle was looking at him, Lou Bin looked him up and down, then grinned.
"Uncle, I have already helped you with your wife. Is there anything else you need help with?"
If the rickety uncle hadn't seen Lou Bin's flipping action just now, there would be no problem, but the scene of taking off his hand just now was too shocking, and the rickety uncle didn't know what to say for a moment.
"It seems that the uncle is quite satisfied with me. Please remember to give me a five-star review next time."
After Lou Bin finished speaking, he patted the stick in his hand and walked behind Chu Ping.
At this time, Ah Tou also ate up all the black silk thread in the room, burping and wandering towards Chu Ping.
"With only one head left, how can it eat so much? I guess it can't be fed."
Just when Chu Ping was thinking about how to feed Ah Tou in the future, Ah Tou's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he staggered off Chu Ping's shoulders and flew towards the wardrobe in the room.
Chu Ping seemed to have guessed what Ah Tou was going to do, so he ignored him and looked at the rickety uncle again.
"Uncle, now that the crisis is over, we can have a good chat."
