God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

"Boom——"

Thunder fell along with the heavy rain, and the body of "Wang Xiaohui" was split into two. His eyes were wide open, and the fear and resentment in his eyes radiated through the colorless pupils.

The car stopped.

He Ziyun, who was in the corpse, suddenly felt that he was floating up. He endured the discomfort of his soul being pulled out of his body, lowered his head and looked down——

The car was parked on the side of the road, and large swaths of muddy water stained its surface. As the car door was opened, mud particles were thrown away.

The three figures hurriedly ran down and paused for a few seconds when they saw "Wang Xiaohui" who had lost his head in the middle of the road.

Then, they cautiously approached the body of "Wang Xiaohui", squatted down and began to pull the other person's body, which was crushed like noodles.

"Yes, we have to hide him..."

"Fuck! Where to hide?"

"I, I'm a little scared. We won't be arrested by the police..."

"It's okay, we just need to hide his body. Even if he is found out, nothing will happen to the minor..."

"But his head, what if his head is missing..."

"...Tomorrow, come back tomorrow..."

"Don't be afraid, nothing will happen..."

【Ding】

[Anchor He Ziyun’s copy of “Aniang” has reached 50% progress in the main quest]

During the heavy rain, the three people threw the body of "Wang Xiaohui" into the trunk. After several people searched in the mud and made sure that they could not find the head of "Wang Xiaohui", they drove away in the car.

What they didn't notice was that deep in the corn field, a head mixed with mud and blood was tilted and looking at the direction where the car disappeared, with a vicious face.

"Why...why...don't you save...me...?"

Wang Xiaohui's unwilling resentment echoed in the young man's ears. The heavy rain in front of him began to distort, and the sound of the vehicle's escape enveloped his whole body like mist.

He Ziyun could feel a pair of hands slowly touching his neck, cold and rancid, as if they were measuring the width of his neck and slowly tightening it.

【Ah ah ah? ! Why not go find his killer? ! What are you doing here choking my wife? 】

[Although Xiaohui is really pitiful...but that's not the reason why he pinched my wife's neck! ! Let go! ! 】

[Yeah, why don’t you go find the three murderers? ? 】

[My wife won’t be strangled to death...I’m a little scared]

[Adults, adults, adults! My wife is an adult! Even worse, there are skills and props! ! ! Will not! ! 】

【…】

Different from the roaring barrage, the young man whose life was seriously threatened lowered his eyes slightly. He didn't pay attention to the hand slowly tightening around his neck, but followed the force and turned his head to look behind him.

What caught the eye was the neck where the head had been cut off. The incision was extremely uneven, and the blood vessels and nerves were all black and purple. Even the blood that spilled out exuded a rotten smell.

It was Wang Xiaohui’s headless body.

Those small hands were still pinching his neck, tightening continuously, and those vague sounds were heard sharply, making He Ziyun feel dizzy.

He reached out and touched the hand that was pinching his neck. His face turned red and purple, but his tone was as soft as the breeze blowing on his face:

"How pitiful..."

The young man held his head high, his white neck was pinched hard by a pair of purple hands, and a series of raindrops fell from the sky, soaking in his face, soaking his hair and cheeks.

"Xiaohui, you are so pitiful."

Wang Xiaohui's hand suddenly became violent, and the young man who was pinching the ground was unable to breathe, and he coughed muffledly.

Wang Xiaohui's shrill voice came out from the broken throat:

"I should have been the happiest person in the village! I will be a doctor in the future! If, if it weren't for them! I would live very well..."

While the ghost was in a trance, silver light flashed in the young man's hand, and a pitch-white scalpel appeared in his hand, which quickly touched Wang Xiaohui's hand on his neck.

He Ziyun lowered his eyes slightly, with a little helplessness: "Xiao Hui, I'm sorry."

The next second, accompanied by the painful roar of Wang Xiaohui's ghost, a pair of small wrists spurting black rancid liquid fell to the ground with a sticky sound.

The moment his severed hand fell to the ground, the young man lowered his head in surprise.

He subconsciously looked at the scalpel in his hand.

So sharp? Cut off Wang Xiaohui's hand directly?

I didn't have much strength just now...

After all, Wang Xiaohui was still a child when he died. The pain of having his wrist cut off made him feel bad. It was like remembering the memory of his head being crushed alive. He held his crippled hand and squatted on the ground in tears.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped, except for the still muddy land around, only the corns on both sides of the dirt road were still thick and green.

The headless boy squatted on the ground, covered in dirt, surrounded by mud and blood. From time to time, rancid black liquid spread from the broken neck, and there was a strange stench in the air.

After he was no longer pinched, He Ziyun covered his mouth and nose and coughed several times, still holding the scalpel that had just cut off Wang Xiaohui's wrist in his hand.

Wang Xiaohui didn't move. He hugged his knees and vaguely called "Ajie" and "Yaojie" from time to time. The black liquid flowing from the broken part of his neck became more intense.

He Ziyun: "..."

but--

The young man glanced at Wang Xiaohui's hands that were rapidly regrowing, and looked thoughtfully at the hands that he had just cut off in the mud next to him.

The severed hands that fell to the ground were slowly turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye. When Wang Xiaohui's hands grew back, the severed hands disappeared completely.

This shows that ghosts can be hurt, but they can also regrow limbs...

However, the damage suffered while alive cannot be recovered.

He Ziyun looked at Wang Xiaohui's body, which was still crying, and pondered for a few seconds, his eyes changing.

After all, he is easy to talk at a young age. Although he doesn't know why Wang Xiaohui can still talk without his head, it is a good thing.

After all, if you were really an adult or an adult ghost, it would be really hard to deceive you.

Thinking of this, He Ziyun raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. He didn't care whether Wang Xiaohui could see him or not. He walked up to him, hooked his shoulder when Wang Xiaohui backed away in fear, and said in a bewitching tone:

"Xiaohui, do you want to see your sister and sister?"

Hearing the young man mentioning his two sisters, Wang Xiaohui struggled and moved his neck with blood, as if there was an invisible head looking in the direction of the young man:

"think."

He really wanted to meet Sister A and the others...

Wang Xiaohui's newly grown hands clenched unconsciously: "But my head is gone...I will never, never see Sister A and the others..."

In contrast, He Ziyun patted his thin back gently, not caring about the odor emitting from the other person's body, and his smile became more and more seductive:

"Then do you want to make a deal with me?"