The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1007 Actor Allure (27)

"Gone?!"

Uncle Zhu's voice instantly rose eight degrees!

But he quickly calmed down, looked up at the guests around, and asked in a low voice.

"Have you looked anywhere?"

"I found it, but I didn't find it."

"Where's City Lord Zhang?"

"I'm furious, I said I'll be gone after I sleep, and I'm waiting for you on the fourth floor!"

Uncle Zhu took a deep breath, and then ordered.

"Take someone to look for it. Quietly, without making a fuss, search through the Cuizhu Pavilion! I'll go to the fourth floor to have a look."

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In the bustling and noisy Jingyang City, countless crimes breed in the darkest and remote corners.

People who are used to the darkness have already begun to move around.

There is no light in the dim backyard.

Holding the lantern, Bai Zhi walked to the small room in the backyard by stepping on the dead leaves that had been frozen dry, and knocked on the door.

"Master, the hot water is ready, should I bring it in now?"

"Ah."

The man's clear and cold voice came from the room, Bai Zhi pushed open the door and brought in the hot water.

The small room was very warm, and there was only a long table inside, and an unconscious person was lying on the table.

Zhao Xi stood in front of the table, holding a blade as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand, and was slowly wiping it with spirits.

"Put it down, go out and wait."

"Yes, Master."

Bai Zhi was not surprised by the scene in front of him, silently retreated, extinguished the fire in the lantern, stood at the door, and looked up at the dark sky.

inside the room.

The man lowered his eyes, and the candlelight on the table cast his shadow on the wall, quietly, like a beast.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the sleeping man in front of him, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

The medicine in the balm had worked, and now the blood on his face was flowing very slowly.

When he moves the knife, the blood will not splash out and dirty the treasure he wants to take.

He pinched the blade, as if he had done it many times, opened his eyelids, and swirled the blade along the eye socket.

Very good, the complete eyeballs have been removed.

The same goes for the next one.

Lying down and sleeping unconscious, there was not even a trace of blood on his face.

The sunken eye sockets were a bit frightening, but Zhao Xi's eyes didn't show any waves from the beginning to the end.

He didn't care about the people on the table, but carefully put the two eyeballs into the already prepared aromatherapy jar.

Every move is rigorous and pious, as if doing an extremely sacred thing.

Arrange the position of the eyes, dig them out when they are the brightest and most beautiful, and preserve them with antiseptic aromatherapy.

Such eyeballs, as if they didn't know that they had left their eye sockets, still carried a moving light.

Staring at Zhao Xi, he couldn't help but think of another pair of eyes.

The heart beat uncontrollably again.

It's so beautiful, I really want to imagine that, hiding those eyes forever, only leaving him to watch alone in the middle of the night, so that no one else can see.

Crazy light flickered in his own eyes.

He also likes his own eyes. Every time he looks in the mirror, he will wantonly admire them for a long time.

wait...

Take your time, if she no longer belongs to her alone, it won't be too late to do it again.

After closing the lid, the man carefully wiped his fingers. The candlelight danced in his long eyes, but it couldn't ignite any warmth.

After a while, he lowered his head and smelled the smell of the man on the table.

Immediately he frowned in disgust.

"The eyes are beautiful, but the body smells bad."

It doesn't matter if it smells bad, but it also stained his people with the smell.

Terrible.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a hobby of collecting hands and feet.

(End of this chapter)