a dying man

Shi Wuxie gestured, his face turned pale: "He can't open his mouth, but if he can save his life, please don't be stingy."

Zhoubudu looked at him for a long time, then smiled in relief, a normal smile.Most of the time, his smile in front of Shi Wuxie was ugly, abnormal, weird and absurd.With such a little sincerity, he eagerly praised Shi Wuxie, but Shi Wuxie also turned a blind eye.

Giving up on staring at Shi Wuxie, Zhou Budu turned around to look at the corpse, his spirited look collapsed slightly where Shi Wuxie couldn't see.After only a few seconds of exhaustion, he turned his head and nodded flatteringly at Shi Wuxie: I'm starting.

Zhou Budu put his bloody hand on top of the dead body, and he explained: "Generally, people who have just died still have some anger on their faces, but you can see that there is no anger on their face, seal or body. Either he died too badly No matter how hard it is, the corpse is hardened into a piece of iron, or there is something on his body that sucks his vitality."

"Just suck that thing out, and the man's face will turn from the gray of the dead to the ruddy of the living—alive again."

There was a layer of blueness on the face of the corpse, Zhoubudu lifted the shroud, the smell of rotting corpse rushed out immediately, Zhoubudu's expression remained unchanged, palms down, dripping blood on the black and blue seal.He had seen many corpses, and when he looked at Shi Wuxie again, a disgusted expression appeared on his face.

Zhou Budu just wanted to say that if you can't stand it, then don't watch it, but Shi Wuxie has already turned his back to support the mulberry tree and started to gag.

Strange thing, those who have been collecting corpses all year round feel sick to the corpse, just like a person feels sick to rice one day.Shi Wuxie looked listless.As soon as he passed, Shi Wuxie quickly backed away.

so repeatedly.

Zhou Budu stared at his bleeding palm, suddenly realized: he is afraid of blood.He's not disgusted by people, he's disgusted by seeing blood, especially other people's blood.

Zhou Budu's heart skipped a beat suddenly, he was so allergic to blood, how much courage did he have to overcome himself not to vomit at him?

So the ugly face, throwing the quilt, and not returning home for several days and nights, regardless of his life, is because he is afraid of blood?Maybe a little bit of cleanliness.It seems he doesn't hate himself.

He laughed a little meanly.Humble to be precise.

At this moment, a thread of blood on the body was pulsating from the neck to the forehead, Zhou Budu pinched the thread with two fingers, but failed after several attempts.A few seconds later, the face of the corpse was covered with colorful blood lines, stirring like maggots under the thin layer of flesh.

"The following scene will be a bit disgusting, you go out first." Zhou Budu said to Shi Wuxie with a smile.

Shi Wuxie obeyed his words and walked out. After less than ten steps, she felt sick again.Zhoubudu kept urging him, and he put his middle finger under his nose and walked quickly, and he was about to walk out the door. For some reason, he wanted to look back to see what would happen to Zhoubudu.

Turning around, I was stunned - colorful blood threads the size of rice grains came from the corpse's ear holes, nostrils, eyes, mouth, and all hair and wounds with holes were the channels through which they drilled.Slowly and densely, crawling out from the corpse, and crawling in through the passage opened for them by the boat: the bleeding tiger's mouth.

It was tens of thousands of things that looked like earthworms and maggots moving together, and Zhou Budu's face could not stop convulsing.When Shi Wuxie looked at him like a fool, he was very surprised.Do your best to control your eyebrows and eyes so that your facial features don't look so painful.He even pulled out a distorted expression in Shi Wuxie's eyes that he thought was good-looking.

It was the uncontrollable body instinct that made Shi Wuxie rush forward.hug him.Kneeling and hugging.

Shi Wuxie couldn't care less about nausea, and gestured dazzledly: "Didn't you say you're fine? How, how do you feel?"

Zhou Budu said weakly: "Close your eyes, don't look at me, it's too, too ugly. I'm a little tired, I'll sleep for a while."

His face was gradually pale and ashen, and the blood streaks were scurrying across his skin, and the skin where it pierced was quickly icy cold to the bone.His hot breath was bitterer than December freezing rain.

There was still a steady stream of blood that was about to get into Zhou Budu's skin, so Shi Wuxie stomped on, crushed with his hands, grabbed the shroud of a corpse next to him to cover it, hugged Zhou Budu and ran out.

Zhou Budu lost all his strength to speak, Shi Wuxie could only read his lips: "Put me back, are you crazy? These things will follow me when I go out, how many people are you going to scare to death? I One is enough, they are only coming at me now."

Before the words were finished, the person passed out.

The body temperature of Zhou Budu dropped a little, and the complexion on the male corpse's face improved a little. It was like life for life, life for life.