Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 513 I am a butcher
It turns out that 1500ml of blood looks so shocking when it fills a container!

He Xiaoman slumped down on the chair, as if his neck could no longer support his head, his previously cold and stern eyes looked a little drunk and blurred at this moment, and the scarlet corners of his eyes were somewhat charming for some reason.

The voice of Pikachu who watched He Xiaoman's bloodletting process was full of excitement.

"Now hold this container and sit in your car. The video must not be turned off. You must keep it on. Then drive the car out of the gate. Someone will be your driver and take you to me to pick up your mother."

"Remember, don't play tricks. Even if you call the police, it's just a substitute driver. I don't care, but you will lose your mother."

If the blood loss exceeds 35%, people will feel dizzy, and their pulse will increase rapidly but become weak. At this time, people have insufficient blood supply to the brain, easily irritable, and their thinking and reaction will become sluggish.

This person called himself a surrogate driver probably because he was afraid that he would get dizzy and drive the car into a ditch.

What a cunning man.

Every detail was calculated impeccably, so that He Xiaoman, who was wary of the mouse, could not use his great skills and could only be slaughtered.

He Xiaoman, who is sensitive to six senses, can't even smell the bloody smell in the completely enclosed glass container. The upper and lower insulation layers ensure that the plasma will not freeze and deteriorate. Every step was calculated so that He Xiaoman was convinced.

He Xiaoman, who had lost too much blood, was a little sleepy, dangling, holding a large glass jar in one hand and holding a mobile phone in the other to keep video.

Three catties of blood, I guess a vampire can eat half full, right?
He staggered to the garage. After all, he was a person who had passed the bus ticket test. No matter how bad his level was, he could still drive the rich gold Lexus LX out of the gate.

Sure enough, there was a man of medium build more than 30 years old waiting there outside the door, wearing a peaked cap, a jacket-style thin down jacket, a pair of black trousers, and a pair of camel peas shoes on his feet.

He Xiaoman got out of the car and floated to the co-pilot like a space walk. She is now a tool person, and every action must be carried out according to the order of the idiot Pikachu in the video.

The man seemed to be chewing gum, looked around the various facilities in the car, and blew a sour whistle: "It is equipped with Lexus LX, rich man! Sit down, beauty, hold that thing in your arms , the boss said, if it breaks, it will kill me!"

He said it with a smile, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

He Xiaoman drooped his head and did not speak. Excessive blood loss led to palpitation, chest tightness and shortness of breath, just like a patient with hypoglycemia.

Along the way, the driver babbled to He Xiaoman while driving to keep her from falling asleep. In a small town on a winter night, on a two-way, four-lane county road, Lexus crushed the silence of the cold night like a roaring lion, and then went away in an instant. , and soon drove out of the county seat.

In an antique two-story building in Zhongtai County, someone is opening an altar.

In front of the shrine enshrining spiritual objects, on the left side of the altar table is a rough wooden man with complete hands and feet. It can only be vaguely identified as a person by the outline. The wooden man is soaked in a pool of dirty blood. The woman is chanting words and keeps toasting the wooden man with the lit candle in her hand.

It seems that it has been baked for an unknown amount of time, and the face of the wooden man is covered with patches of burnt black charcoal.

On the right is a small black paper figurine. At the moment, there are two scarlet red dots on the paper figurine's head and hands, which are exactly where the middle-aged woman burned the wooden figurine.

After a while, the little paper figurine moved without wind, and the limbs cut out of paper struggled convulsively, as if the paper figurine was enduring great pain.

"Thirteen, wait, wait, Bagu will avenge you soon, if she dares to destroy your soul, Bagu will destroy her grandma's soul and pay you back, no one can bully our Hui family , You can go at ease Thirteen!"

While muttering, the woman continued to burn the paper figurine’s head with red dots on its body with candlelight. Seeing the paper figurine trembling, the middle-aged woman knew all the muscles on her face, and the joy in her eyes could not be concealed. Against the backdrop of the extinguished candles, it looked extremely hideous.

"Meow...meow..."

A sudden meow frightened the candle in the woman's hand, and a stream of xinhua tears in the candle all sprinkled on the back of the woman's hand, causing her to let out an "ah" in pain.

"It's just meowing that scares you like this? Useless thing!" There is a dark room behind the shrine, and the old voice in it is sullen: "Sixteen, what did you do? We How could there be cats in Hui’s house? Hurry up and catch them, and deal with them on the outside, remember to wash your hands before you come in, don’t dirty my land!”

"Yes, grandma!"

After the words fell, a pale and thin young man walked out of the dark room, and cast a reproachful glance at the panicked woman.

The woman got up from the ground, and she didn't know why, but the meowing just now made her feel like a huge, fierce cat as high as a mountain was meowing at her, and the sound almost knocked her out of her body.

The sound of tortoise shells colliding again sounded in the dark room, and the old voice in the room seemed to be talking to himself and asking: "It's been half a day since the Zhang family, why hasn't there been any news?"

There was another "crash" sound of tortoise shells colliding.

"Well, that's right. You have to adapt to your new body. After swallowing the corpse soul, you have to adapt to your new body anyway. When your eighth younger sister takes charge of the house, discuss it with King Bei, and we will move to that building. In the tree house with a sun room, such a good place was ruined by a butcher. Especially after the shady array was broken, the tree house was shady and sunny..."

"Yun... Aunt Yun..."

The voice of the middle-aged woman outside the house was trembling, but the whole room was extremely silent, and the sound of throwing tortoise shells inside the room also stopped.

"Jinghua, what's wrong with you?"

"There is... there is..."

An old lady with gray hair and a sapphire blue gold velvet Tang suit came out of the house, and saw a woman who could only be regarded as handsome, holding a kitchen knife on Jinghua's neck, blood was already seen.

For many years, no one dared to provoke her like this.

"Who are you?" The old lady was not tall, standing beside the shrine, with gray longevity eyebrows and ruddy slightly drooping cheeks, she was somewhat fairy-like, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

"I, I'm...a pig butcher." After He Xiaoman finished speaking, his thin white wrist was slightly pressed down, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down Jinghua's white and tender neck.

There is blood everywhere today, it is unlucky, He Xiaoman thought regretfully.

(End of this chapter)