I'm on duty in Yinshi

Chapter 131 Moths
"What worked?"

Tang Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Xiao Tang meant by this.

It's just that he doesn't need to understand.

Variation protrusions.

A slight sense of dizziness hit him, and he and Xiao Tang had swapped positions.

The first thing you see when you enter the building is the rough masonry.

"What's the situation? Why is this happening?"

Tang Xiaotian tried to get up.

Unexpectedly, his body was as if he was under a heavy burden, so he couldn't move, so he could only tilt his neck and look back.

Xiao Tang stood in the corridor stretching his arms, saw him, and waved in a friendly manner.

"Little Tang, little Tang!"

An uncontrollable panic invaded his heart, and he couldn't help shouting hysterically: "Why? Why?"

To this, the answer of "Tang Xiaotian" is——

Selfish,

There is no reason.

"Tang Xiaotian" walked towards the exit of the corridor, his body shrunk every step he took, until he looked back at the corridor again, he looked like a six or seven-year-old child with a pale face and a strange smile.

next second.

The corridor collapsed, sealing the exit.

the other side.

As he continued to walk deeper into the corridor, Tang Xiaotian struggled less and less, and in the end only one pair of eyeballs could move.

After a while, he was carried into a tomb.

The burning fire showed the appearance of the tomb. In the middle was a coffin made of stone. There was nothing inside, but there were unfinished murals on the walls. I don't know what kind of paint was used, and the figures were lifelike.

Tang Xiaotian is very familiar with the stories inside.

Because he witnessed the sacrifices with his own eyes.

Followed by.

Tang Xiaotian was picked up by these strong men like a puppet on a string.

However, what happened next directly made Tang Xiaotian's inner fear climb to the peak.

One of the primitive tribesmen took a sharp stone dagger and cut open the blood vessels on both wrists. The blood soaked his wrists and dripped down. This situation instantly reminded Tang Xiaotian of the tragedy of the man with the flower arms.

Soon another person came to the front holding several human face fruits, crushed the fruits with big hands, the dark and sticky juice was stained with blood, as if they were alive, they scrambled to drill into the limbs and bones.

One after another.

He felt like his flesh and blood were being burned by fire, and his bones and internal organs were all melting.

In fact, it's not a feeling, those sticky juices are indeed burning away the flesh and blood in his body.

Tang Xiaotian's face was swollen with blue veins.

However, he couldn't move at all, and could only bear the severe pain silently.

In a way, history is repeating itself.

Right in this tomb!
The sacrifice did not come to an end until only the parts above the neck bone were not eroded by the juice, a primitive tribe took out a piece of sapphire, pinched Tang Xiaotian's mouth, and stuffed it down his throat.

The rest is very simple.

Tang Xiaotian was stuffed into the bronze jar, and it was easily stuffed in, because the bones inside him had already been replaced by juice.

Seal it with a leaf from an ancient tree.

The fire disappeared, and the tomb fell into dead silence.

Tang Xiaotian will be locked up here forever!

he hates

He blames,
he is angry
Xiao Tang lied to him!

The juice flowing in the body is like magma, bringing about eternal burning.

The unimaginable hatred and resentment was absorbed by Qingyu, gradually stained with blood, and the blood halo slowly swayed from a small spot.

Due to the existence of blood jade,

Tang Xiaotian will not become an irrational ghost, he will always maintain a clear mind, feel the pain flowing like magma in his body, supply resentment to the blood jade, and there are only two endings.

Soul flies away.

Or, like "Tang Xiaotian", enduring thousands of years of pain and keeping his soul lingering.

Actually,
It's just an alternation of curses.

From the appearance of the Wraith, to the end when the palm is held.

Tang Xiaotian is just a moth.

……

……

"Ah, it's comfortable..."

Tang Xiaotian, or another Tang Xiaotian, really completed Li Daitao's act of stiffening.

He stretched his body, and his soul perfectly merged into his body without any hindrance.

From then on, he was able to walk in the sun with a swagger, and because the memory of the original host for more than ten years had been fully absorbed by him, he was not at all separated from this era.

He is Tang Xiaotian, and Tang Xiaotian is him.

Tang Xiaotian picked up the blood jade on the bedside table, looked at it carefully in front of his eyes, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

The strands of black lines on it are a little thicker.

It shows that the people trapped inside are providing very pure resentment.

Excited?

Excited, of course, and a little proud.

Let Tang Xiaotian have nightmares day and night first, and lay the foundation for transferring the curse.

Then he added fuel to the flames, bewitching Lin Xin to bully Tang Xiaotian, and successfully blackened him, so that his appearance did not appear in the least abrupt and did not arouse any suspicion.

The next step is to help Tang Xiaotian take revenge and gain trust.

Killing the flower-armed man and carrying out the sacrificial ceremony was the first step in transferring the curse, until the handshake just now.

The links are closely linked step by step, and there is no accident at all.

……

"But that group of people found it really fast."

A gloom flashed across Tang Xiaotian's brows.

He was also released by the jackals, how could he not know about this group of people.

But for him now, what he needs most is to live in this society stably, instead of becoming the target of public criticism.

Fortunately, he was already prepared.

Tang Xiaotian thought for a moment.

Immediately, he saw the scarlet black mist rising from the blood jade, dripping on the ground like running water, revealing the corpse of the man with flower arms.

He found a small knife, came to him, and gently cut off the face of the man with the flower arm.

He looked at the human skin on his hand, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he chanted strange syllables softly.

But when the blood jade poured out a large amount of thick scarlet blood to cover the man with the flower arm, when the blood faded away, the shriveled corpse became full and full of blood, and his face became exactly the same as Tang Xiaotian.

Look again.

Tang Xiaotian's appearance is exactly the same as that of the flower-armed man.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest!

In this way, things will draw a terminator here.

Tang Xiaotian left a cloud of scarlet black in the body, and then the two sides exchanged clothes, put on hats, and sneaked out of the house.

Take the stairs down to the first floor.

He went straight to the gate of the community and found a remote location.

Tang Xiaotian closed his eyes slightly, using the blood jade to perceive the energy remaining on the body, and began to manipulate the corpse.

……

in the bedroom.

The corpse stood up suddenly, picked up the exercise dumbbells, and smashed open the window.

Glass shattered.

The rattling sound alarmed Tang's mother in the next room, she was startled, and immediately rushed to Tang Xiaotian's room.

open the door!
What caught my eye was "Tang Xiaotian" who climbed out of the window and stood on the debris.

With her back to the wind.

Mother Tang's pupils shrank suddenly, her eyes full of fear, she shouted: "Xiaotian, Xiaotian, don't!"

While shouting, while rushing.

next second.

"Tang Xiaotian" jumped down.

Those hands were empty.

"Do not!!!!!"

The mournful howling echoed through the window and over the community.

……

……

"Let's go up the corridor in a while."

Pockmarked face and his companions were wearing dark blue overalls, carrying mineral water, and said in a low voice.

at this time.

Snapped!
A person slammed heavily in front of them, and a pool of dark red blood slowly swayed from under his body and flowed to their feet.

This shocking change really stunned the two of them.

They looked at each other in blank dismay, all speechless.

It was the woman who leaned out from above, and the mournful howling brought the two of them back to their senses.

Pockmarked looked up, blinked, and estimated the next floor.

More than 20 floors, it won't be...

He swallowed and spit, squatted down and turned the person over, the bloody face could be discerned somewhat.

It's the kid in the photo!

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