Fast Traveling Plane Mall

Chapter 780 Saving People Is Not Saving People (15)

The antidote was sprayed on Hongmao's face, and Hongmao also slowly woke up, with the same terrified eyes as the others.

What are these little bastards up to?

Bullying the weak, making trouble and weary of the world!

What is the final result after mixing around.

"Hi, hello everyone, this is the last little gangster, let's have a softer way today, shall we?"

Jiang Xun smiled with an old aunt's face, showing a mouthful of white teeth, but everyone in the live broadcast room felt chilly and shivered.

After talking, Jiang Xun dragged out some materials from the trunk, which contained various paints and some water of inexplicable colors.

After mixing these paints, Jiang Xun added some special water into the paints, and then walked towards the red hair step by step with a pair of scissors.

Hongmao shook his body in horror, and kicked his legs straight.

Jiang Xun sneered.

"If you keep kicking, I can't guarantee that you will accidentally lose a part of your body!"

After the words fell, Hongmao's movements suddenly became much smaller, and he was tied to a tree, crying and wailing in despair.

The mournful wailing moved the audience in the live broadcast room, but Jiang Xun didn't show any mercy.

At first...

The red hair tore off Mu An'an's clothes, so carefree and evil...

Holding the scissors, I cut off Hongmao's clothes bit by bit. As the last fragments of clothes fell, Hongmao's skinny body appeared before everyone's eyes. appeared in front of the crowd.

There was a small amount of swearing in the live broadcast room, but it quickly quieted down, and not many people commented again.

It was so quiet but because a large number of Internet policemen rushed in. The people in the live broadcast room were very desperate and didn't want to take the limelight on this matter.

Jiang Xun didn't pause any longer, and shaved off his hair again. Finally, he approached the red hair with a paint tray and brush, and then explained something to the live broadcast room.

"Today, I'd like to draw a picture for everyone."

After speaking, Jiang Xun's expression became serious, and he began to draw meticulously.

She hasn't touched a paintbrush for a long time, but the foundation is there, and the skill bonus is not just for fun. The paintings under the brush quickly fascinate people.

Pictures of hell on earth fell on Hongmao's body, covering his whole body, even his face and head.

After three hours of fast painting, the painting on Hongmao's body is finally over.

Jiang Xun reported the address of this place again to the live broadcast room with a smile, and finally said.

"The painting on his body must be known to those who understand painting in the live broadcast room. It is worth tens of millions."

After saying this, Jiang Xun turned off the live broadcast room.

Those who love painting naturally know that the artistic conception contained in the painting is rare, it depends on how the Hongmao family chooses...

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After changing his face again, Jiang Xun cleaned up all the paint, and then drove away from here, letting the red hair hang on the tree.

Hongmao was found quickly, but at the same time, there were also various masters of traditional Chinese painting present.

It all shows that the paintings on Hongmao's body are indeed precious and of immeasurable value.

Hearing this, Hongmao and his parents, whose hands and feet were limp from the fright, suddenly became thoughtful.

Especially the red hair seems to be fine.

In the end, everyone carefully sent the red hair to the hospital for examination, and then took off some pigment powder and sent it for examination.

During the inspection period, Hongmao and his family had already started to make money. If they wanted to view Hongmao's paintings, they had to pay a lot of money.

Those masters were not short of money, and flocked to find inspiration.

This incident lasted for three days, and it became more and more popular. Jiang Xun never showed up. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with the paint sent for inspection.

Until the third night, Jiang Xun started a live broadcast again in the small hotel.

"Hello, I'm here again. I just forgot to tell you one thing this time."

There was a smile on the corner of Jiang Xun's mouth, as if the plot had succeeded.

For this dangerous person who has not yet been arrested, the police are always paying attention. Now that Jiang Xun showed up again, he came in immediately to persuade Jiang Xun to surrender.

Jiang Xun just shook his head: "I've already told you that this time it's just my personal revenge. It's just revenge for the enemy who hurt my daughter. After the matter is over, I will leave quietly."

The smile on the corner of Jiang Xun's mouth fell, and he spoke very calmly, his eyes were light and unwavering, without the arrogance and brutality of a murderer, some were just plain.

"Oh, yes, I agreed to tell you something."

Jiang Xun's smirk resumed at the corner of his mouth, as if the plainness just now was just an illusion.

"Originally, those pigments are no problem for the body, but once these pigments touch the body for more than a day, the part that touches the body will start to fester from the inside out... Now that three days have passed, the inside of the red hair must have been rotten. Well, he just couldn't notice it at all until...the hell is rotten!"

After saying this, Jiang Xun turned off the live broadcast room, and the police rushed to notify the Hongmao family.

However, it was too late when they arrived, and the red hair's skin had already begun to fester, and it was only a place the size of a finger covered. However, this little place, which blended with the hell map on his body, looked even more It was shocking, Hong Mao's parents were planning to send him to the hospital, but Hong Mao didn't seem to feel it.

Jiang Xun directly released spy mosquitoes to monitor Hongmao, and then connected to the live broadcast room.

The live broadcast room that had just been closed for an hour was turned on again.

"Hello, I'm back again. As far as I know, the skin of the red hair has begun to fester. How can such a beautiful scene not be allowed to you to watch."

Then all the scenes monitored by the spy mosquitoes were broadcast to the live broadcast room in real time.

The police in the live broadcast room were shocked, and quickly contacted the people present to check the various monitoring equipment nearby.

However, the spy mosquito is so small that it cannot be easily detected by ordinary means. The spy mosquito easily escaped the police's investigation and followed Hongmao all the way to the hospital.

Because of the painting on Hongmao's body, the whole group was reluctant to damage the painting. After all, they had made a lot of money relying on the painting on Hongmao's body during this period of time.

They didn't take it seriously when the police arrived.

There is nothing so miraculous in this world.

So Hongmao only wore a simple bath towel around his body from beginning to end. The paints used in this painting are quite special and cannot be easily cleaned off.

However, as soon as Hong Mao was sent to the hospital gate, he suddenly screamed, and the screams never stopped, as if Hong Mao was suffering horrific torture.

Jiang Xun deliberately switched the camera to the rotten arm of the red hair.

I saw that the rotten skin, which was only the size of a fingernail, started to ooze pus, and the skin where the pus flowed continued to rot, revealing horrible flesh and blood.

In this way, in just 10 minutes, Hongmao's entire arm had rotted, and the pus also began to spread when it touched Hongmao's body...

(End of this chapter)