Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Sixty-seventh bowl of soup (1)

Sixty-seventh bowl of soup (1)

I witnessed the fire with my own eyes, and even felt the same way, as if it was my own female ghost who was burned by the flames. When she was separated from the host's body, she curled up into a ball. Holding her head, she whispered quickly, gloomily and urgently: "I can't, I can't, I can't... I'm not going, I'm not going, I'm not going-"

It was the fire when she opened her eyes, and the fire when she closed her eyes.

Open your eyes are the two lunatics, close your eyes are still the two lunatics.

Maybe she was crazy too, she just didn't realize it.

The pipa screeched beside her, the strings trembled slightly, but unfortunately there was nothingness here, and it still couldn't move.

The female ghost trembled like this for a long time, so long that Mo Ze of Naihe Bridge thought she couldn't survive and was about to give up, she stretched out her trembling hand and grabbed the pipa, and then found it like someone who fell into the water Driftwood, held tightly in his arms. She is now a ghost body, but as her memory recovers, her body gradually becomes complete.

There are countless ghosts in the Wangchuan River. She is the most complete one of the five selected ghosts. There is basically no major damage to her body, but she looks extraordinarily rugged. The ghost hand has turned into a creamy white and tender, which complements the white bone pipa. It was so painful, but he still clenched his teeth.

She's going back.

This is her obsession.

Even if you know what you will be facing after you go back, you have to go back, you have to go back if you don't know the future, and you have to go back no matter what.

However, before she could completely calm herself down, her eyes darkened, and she felt randomly trapped in a body—a very cold, very cold body.

She can only perceive that she has a physical body now, but she can't feel any external factors, and she can't even move her entire body.

Until a pill was stuffed into the mouth, the female ghost slowly opened her eyes uncontrollably, and she saw a handsome and thin face with delicate facial features, beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but an extremely morbid white. Like a dying man.

But obviously, that's just looks.

Wearing a large black robe on him is like wearing a big bed sheet, his eyes are black and black, but his lips are blood red. After he fed the medicine pill to the female ghost, he spread it with **** her eyelids.

The female ghost found herself unable to move her eyes.

"It still doesn't work...why still doesn't work..." The sick young man said this, sounding anxious, but in fact his eyes shone with a strange and excited light. It seems that for him, facing such a difficult problem as a female ghost is not enough to make him angry, but a challenge.

The female ghost didn't know what he was doing, and didn't notice that the other party was picking her up - it's just hell, if it wasn't for the change in the direction her eyes saw, she wouldn't feel it at all!

She was carried to the edge of a huge tub. The water in the tub was black and had a stench that even ghosts would be smoked to death. From time to time, a few small bubbles popped up in the shape of boiling water, and then the youth He put her in, and the female ghost still didn't notice it until he opened her chin and stuffed another pill, and then as time passed, the female ghost gradually noticed that her limbs became soft - before that, she Just as hard as a rock.

Or maybe...not a stone.

It's a corpse.

A dead body.

I don't know how long it took to soak, but the young man came over again, first pinching her face, then rubbing her body all the way down, seeing that her muscles had become soft like a living thing, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Get up. "

For some reason, the female ghost could not help but follow his instructions, and her body was completely out of her control.

She walked out of the tub naked and stood upright in front of the young man. The sick young man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Kneel down."

She did.

"Get up."

"Crouch down."

"Circle."

"Bring me the dagger on the table."

It's more like a test that her soft texture is not enough for normal use.

After receiving the dagger, the sick young man stroked the female ghost's shoulder lightly - the female ghost subconsciously followed and looked down, the dagger was extremely sharp, a hole appeared on her skin, and a trace of black blood slowly flowed out Come.

...Sure enough, it's a corpse.

I don't know how the young man can control her body and make her his slave. Only his orders are never to say, and he can't have control over his own body. He even has to receive orders for every move. Can. Nothing is her own except thoughts.

What is the method in this world to turn a corpse into a living puppet?

Seeing the black blood flowing out, the young man immediately became unhappy. He pinched the female ghost here and there, and said after a while, "It can only be like this..."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and continued to do his own business. He ignored her and left her here. Obviously, for him, the female ghost is just a corpse, although it is movable and soft-but it is only a corpse after all.

The young man has been busy like this for a long time... Until the sky gradually turned dark, he snapped his fingers as if he remembered something. Then the female ghost saw two servants come in from outside with food in their hands, but—she realized that something was wrong, these two walked stiffly and mechanically, their eyes staring straight ahead, they didn’t look like living people at all, but— —

It's also a corpse!

Why are there so many corpses here? !

She was uneasy, because she didn't know how to get out of here. She was very clear about the task to be completed, but if she kept this state, it would be useless! She couldn't control her body at all, she couldn't even speak!

The young man waved his hand to let the two corpses go out, and only she and the young man were left in the room. The female ghost kept trying to control the body, but it was all in vain. She tried to speak again, but no matter how hard she tried, she didn't even move her lips. This made her a little anxious, and the young man had just lowered his head to take a mouthful of noodles, when he accidentally swept her light out of the corner of the eye, and suddenly snorted in surprise.

The alarm bell in the female ghost's heart was alarming, and the young man's mouth twitched over, pinching her chin and staring at her eyes and looking at her. What emotion flashed.

He ordered her: "Blink."

The female ghost blinked uncontrollably. If the young man didn't give her an order, she wouldn't even be able to move her eyes.

Exactly like a controlled puppet.

"Alive? Dead?"

The female ghost wanted to tell him that she was alive, but she didn't know how to express it. Until the young man hesitated for a few seconds with a frowning face, turned over and went to the medicine cabinet beside him for a while, and finally took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out an elixir from it, and muttered as he walked: "This is the ten thousand corpses that I have been refining for ten years. Dan, this is the only one, it would be a pity if it doesn't work..."

It's just that he remembered that he had made so many living corpses. This is the only one with soft skin and can express emotions. Although it may be his illusion, for a drug madman like a young man, even if it is a A little possibility, he also has to explore.

The female ghost was forced to swallow the pill. The pill entered her throat, and her internal organs were on fire. Her internal organs seemed to be scorched in pain, which made her open her mouth and make a slight ahhh sound. .

The young man's eyes lit up: "It's really alive!"

Then the female ghost became a treasure. His bright eyes seemed to be a lot more energetic. He was very happy to pick up the female ghost and put it on the bed again, staring at her with sparkling eyes: "You still Do you remember your name?"

The female ghost was only able to make a sound after taking the medicine pill, and her body was still under control, but she still said with difficulty: "No...remember...you..."

She really doesn't know who her body is.

Because it's obviously not a real host, just a temporary container.

The young man looked at her and looked at her, but after a while, when he found that the female ghost could only make a sound no matter what, and there was nothing else, he showed a disappointed expression.

I thought she was completely alive...that's a miracle, knowing that this woman has been dead for more than three months, it would be interesting if she could survive. Although he can speak now, he is just like a newborn baby, and he can't remember anything...

It made him a little upset.

A corpse pill wasted.

"Get up."

The female ghost stood up uncontrollably and was punished by the youth to stand aside, "Draw water and wash my feet."

Her body does not belong to her at all, but is controlled by the youth. When I walked out of the door, I saw a living corpse standing in the yard every ten steps. It was as quiet and motionless as the grass and trees, and the line of sight did not change. Even the female ghost that appeared in front of me was alive and naked. They didn't respond to the beautiful woman on her body, they didn't lift their eyelids, and they didn't even look at them.

Dead is dead, even if you can move around and do things, and your body doesn't rot, you're still dead.

The female ghost went to the well in the yard to draw water. The youth ordered her to fetch water, then she could not do anything but the necessary movements, and could not take her eyes off the well.

Back in the room, she spontaneously knelt down beside the young man, who sat on the bed with a tattered and yellowed old medical book in his hand.

The female ghost stretched out her hands. She could see them. They were tender and soft, as white as jade. At first glance, they had never done any rough work. They were raised like pearls and jade. However, at this moment, she lifted the hem of the young man's robe, only to realize that he was only wearing a robe, and he was tall and thin, making him look so empty and thin.

He picked up the young man's feet and put them in the basin, lowered his head and washed it carefully, washing every toe clean. If she didn't do it herself, the female ghost couldn't believe that she would do such a thing one day.

She wanted to resist, but her body wouldn't obey.