Weird Manor: Quickly Cross the Fifth Personality

Chapter 162 Smiling Clown, Masked Angel (14)
The facial expression is very ferocious and terrifying: "Cut their bodies open, then pour those meals into their bodies, and then sew them up."

Baijiu couldn't take it anymore and punched Qiao Ke in the head.

Qiu Ke was a little dazed by the beating, and then he noticed that he had lost his composure, and quickly restrained his expression and tone: "Sorry, I lost my composure just now, just pretend you didn't hear what I said just now."

Baijiu lightly touched Qiu Ke's cheek: "Don't care about other people's eyes and words, you just need to know that you are the best in my eyes."

Juke was a little stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses.

He didn't look at Baijiu's face, and turned his head to leave, but Baijiu grabbed his arm.

"The most important thing for you now is to go back to the hospital to check the wound and follow me."

After talking about Baijiu, he held onto Joke's arm and pulled him towards the hospital.

Jack glanced at the little hand on his arm, which was small and soft.

And warm temperature.

It was different from the feeling when he was imprisoned in the small black room. At that time, he only felt the cold breath.

And the god of death is approaching him step by step, and has even grabbed his throat.

This was the first time. For the first time, he felt the temperature coming from someone else's palm.

How should I put it, it is this kind of feeling that can make people feel at ease inexplicably.

Qiao Ke didn't even know what he was thinking about all the way, until he was brought back to the hospital by liquor.

Another doctor took her for an examination, while Baijiu waited quietly at the door of the ward.

Suddenly, a gray-haired boy walked up to him with a mask on his mouth.

When he passed by Baijiu, Baijiu inexplicably felt that the young man looked at her.

Baijiu turned his head suspiciously, but only saw the boy's back.

But he didn't think too much about it, just regarded him as a patient who came to the hospital to see a doctor.

And the boy turned a corner and entered a lounge.

A boy with white hair and green eyes was sitting on the sofa.

Lu Xiaoling glanced at the gray-haired boy standing at the door and said calmly: "How are you doing what I asked you to do?"

The gray-haired boy said disdainfully: "Don't worry."

After speaking, the gray-haired boy knelt down and touched the ground with his hands, and suddenly a coffin-like thing rose from the ground.

He opened the coffin, and he was holding something in his hand, and he was putting makeup on a doll-like thing inside the coffin.

Originally a white doll that looked like a puppet, after being tampered with by a black-haired boy, it turned out to be like a stand-in for another person.

Inside the coffin lay a woman in a nurse's uniform.

At this time, the woman inside was tightly closing her eyes.

The gray-haired boy looked at Lu Xiaoling: "This is what you want."

Lu Xiaoling nodded and waved to the gray-haired boy: "Thank you so much for your help."

The gray-haired boy slowly exited the room without saying a word, but at the last moment when he exited, his gray pupils suddenly glanced at Lu Xiaoling.

It seemed to be recording something, but he quickly withdrew his eyes and closed the door.

All of a sudden, the whole lounge was eerily quiet.

Lu Xiaoling raised his foot and walked towards the coffin, he stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the little figure inside the coffin.

As if talking to himself: "Even if the appearance changes, the habits will not change after all. Even the things that are often used are exactly the same."

(End of this chapter)