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Chapter 914 If You Want To Make A Human Skin Mask
The moon and stars are sparse, and the night is like ink.

In a small courtyard in Kyoto, the kind and hoarse singing of the old woman sounded.

"When the willow is alive, spin the top; when the willow is green, let it fly into the air; when the willow is dead, kick the shuttlecock..."

The originally beautiful nursery rhymes came from the rooms in the house, especially clear in the silent night, but the scene in the room was so weird that it made one's scalp tingle.

There is only a kerosene lamp in the small room, which brings a glimmer of light to the dark room.

The old lady in black shroud was sitting under the kerosene lamp in front of the table. The light reflected on her old face without human color, which made her eyes more black and white and less white.

She wears a red string around her neck, and a light yellow bead is attached to the red string. A soft light swirls down the stream.

The air was filled with the breath of fresh blood, and a bamboo basket was placed on the square table, and there was a small figure inside the bamboo basket.

If you look carefully, you can see that the small figure curled up into a ball should be a baby about one year old, but at this time, he has lost his breath, and the skin on his back has been peeled off completely. Bright red flesh and blood were exposed, and blood continued to flow down the bamboo basket.

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The sound of blood falling on the ground mixed with the ghost mother-in-law's constant chanting of songs made the atmosphere of the whole room extremely weird.

"When the willow is green, let it fly into the air; when the willow is dead, kick the shuttlecock; when the willow sprouts, make a call..."

The ghost mother-in-law sang softly, holding a paintbrush in her hand, carefully drawing back and forth on the fair skin in front of her.

That piece of human skin was peeled off from the baby.

At this time, a small figure was hiding in the corner, looking at the ghost mother-in-law with resentment.

This small figure looks exactly like the little baby in the basket on the table, it is the soul of that little baby.

After sketching for a while, the ghost mother-in-law finally straightened up and put down the pen in her hand.

Then, with a satisfied expression, she picked up the thin human skin and put it in front of her eyes to appreciate it.

She saw that she had painted a beautiful face on the human skin.

The beauty is stunning, with a sultry aura lingering between her brows, she is exactly the same as Xia Zishang's face.

"I said a long time ago that if you want to make a human skin mask, you have to use baby's skin. Baby's skin is the smoothest." The ghost mother said with a low smile, "Little guy, don't you think so?"

The infant soul hiding in the corner, hearing what the ghost mother said, two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and could only growl twice at the ghost mother's back, without even saying a word.

It only knows who killed it, and it hates it instinctively, but it can't do anything.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost mother-in-law put the human skin mask on her face.

The human leather mask was attached to the ghost mother-in-law's face, as if it fit her perfectly. In a blink of an eye, the ugly face of the ghost mother-in-law turned into a beautiful face exactly like Xia Zishang.

She took out a delicate bronze mirror from her arms and pointed it at herself. The ghost mother-in-law looked at a beautiful and enchanting face reflected in the mirror, and couldn't help touching her cheek with the other hand.

Smooth and soft like a baby's touch, the ghost mother-in-law squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

"It's nice to be young..." With an exclamation, the ghost mother-in-law put away the mirror, then got up and walked towards the closet.

(End of this chapter)