One Hundred Ways to Make a Villain Unemployed [Transmigration Book]

There were nearly ten of them, some were holding her hands, some were holding her feet, and some were holding her neck. No part of her body could move except the tongue.

Su Rong looked anxiously at Yu Qiubei's left hand, the back of his hand had swollen purple due to the blocked blood flow, and Liang Jing didn't have the slightest intention to let go of her tongue.

Su Rong discussed with Liang Jing in a good voice: "Sister, you see that you can't run away now anyway, why don't you loosen your tongue and treat it as a good deed in the end, and you will have a good pregnancy."

Liang Jing stiffened her neck, and there were a few large characters written in her angry eyes: Don't even think about it!

"That can only be offending..." Su Rong clasped his palms together, breathed out into his palms, and then nimbly struck at the soles of her feet with both hands.

Liang Jing was pressed to the ground and couldn't see his movements. She didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd. She didn't expect the itching from the soles of her feet to sweep through her limbs like an electric current in the next second.She wanted to laugh uncontrollably, kicking her legs desperately, but was easily restrained by Wang Fan.

While Su Rong said, "I'm offended, I'm offended," she kept moving her hands, making Liang Jing laugh out loud, and felt humiliated after laughing, swearing, laughing and angry, very divided.

Taking advantage of her lack of energy to control her tongue at this time, You Miao grabbed the tip of her tongue and quickly untied it circle by circle, finally saving Yu Qiubei's left arm.

"My God..." Xuan Weiran covered his mouth and exclaimed.

Su Rong stopped her tickling hands and looked up, only to see that Yu Qiubei's entire left arm was similar to his exposed hand, mixed with bruises and crisscrossed with horrible red marks, which were drawn out by his tongue. Mark of.

Yu Qiubei didn't wrinkle his eyebrows: "It's okay."

You Miao lightly touched the surface of his skin, and asked worriedly: "How is it? Are you still feeling?"

"Of course." Yu Qiubei shook the hand on the back of Liang Jing's tongue, which meant that he was not only conscious but also strong.

Only then did You Miao let out a sigh of relief: "Yes, seeing that you look like this, your bones should not be injured. It's really lucky, otherwise, where else will I have an operation for you."

Liang Jing's eyes were about to burst, she tossed and tossed so hard for a long time, but it was useless, she could only stare blankly on the ground.

You Miao wanted Yu Qiubei to let go and go to the side to rest for a while, but Yu Qiubei shook his head and said that he wanted to make a quick decision and cut off Liang Jing's tongue now.

When Liang Jing heard this, the only moving part of her body twitched crazily to express her protest. Her long tongue twitched over the heads of the group of them, patting this person's head for a while, and slapping that person for a while. The movements were extremely fast but could not be caught , the crowd screamed again and again, and the force holding her body could not help but reduce.

Liang Jing was secretly delighted, and continued to shake her tongue to divert their attention, while planning how to take the opportunity to escape.

Su Rong squatted next to her feet, and in the confusion, her tongue also slammed across his face with a crisp snap, and a pathetic red mark appeared on his cheek immediately.

It's just that, but the tongue almost wiped against his mouth, and he almost had an intimate "tongue kiss" with the female ghost.

The precious first kiss was almost defiled by a female ghost, Su Rong was outraged, got up quickly, looked at the afterimage in the air and grabbed it...

Let him catch it!

In order to prevent the tongue from moving around again, as soon as Su Rong caught it, he grabbed the tip of the tongue and stuffed it under his buttocks, and sat down hard.

"Ha! Now you don't want to move anymore!"

Liang Jing stared at her red eyes stupidly, unable to believe that he dared to sit on her tongue.She tried to force the tip of her tongue, trying to lift him up, but she didn't know whether it was because Su Rong was too heavy or her tongue was pinned down from the beginning to the end, so this plan failed.

Su Rong felt that the thing under her buttocks was still about to move, so she immediately lay down on the ground, pressed the remaining tongue with the weight of her whole body, raised her chin and shouted in the direction of Yu Qiubei and You Miao, "Cut it!" Hurry up and cut her off! See how arrogant she is!"

Looking at his funny posture, You Miao burst out laughing.

Yu Qiubei tried not to smile, and quickly turned his head away from him. With his right hand, he picked up the fruit knife that fell beside him, and aimed at the base of his tongue, about to cut it off.

"No, no, no!" A piercing scream erupted from Liang Jing's throat, as if it was the last struggle of a dying person.

It's a pity that Yu Qiubei never procrastinates in his work.He checked the position, raised the knife and dropped it, but only cut a small hole at the base of his tongue.

It seemed that the tongue was a little harder than he had imagined.

You Miao looked at Yu Qiubei's liver-colored left hand, and said he should cut it off.

But Yu Qiubei said no, and lowered his head to concentrate on cutting down the small opening just now.If you don't look at his hands but only look at his expression, it's easy to mistake him for a sophisticated experiment.

You Miao's temples were throbbing from Liang Jing's screams, but Yu Qiubei, who was closer, seemed not to be disturbed at all, and was still very focused.

The incision got deeper and deeper, and Liang Jing's voice became weaker and weaker.The tongue under Su Rong's body finally lost its vitality, allowing him to press it without moving.

"All right."

Yu Qiubei shook off his severed tongue with his left hand, and just after finishing these two words, a large stream of foul-smelling blood suddenly spurted out from the severed wound, as if what he had just cut was not his tongue, but a carotid artery.

Yu Qiubei couldn't dodge in time, half of his face and even his upper body were instantly sprayed with dark red blood.

You Miao originally wanted to laugh at him, but for a moment of trance, the blood magnified the hostility on his body, and You Miao thought he saw Shura from hell.

He blinked, feeling that he should be dazzled.

Yu Qiubei lowered his head and wiped his face with his hands, but there was too much blood on his face, and it was useless except to get his hands dirty.

Xuan Weiran took out a face towel from the backpack and handed it to him.Yu Qiubei thanked her, and she was about to smile and say no, but as soon as she met the eyes with blood on the eyelashes, her hair stood on end as if sensing danger, and a chill appeared in her heart. Make her speechless.

Yu Qiubei, with blood on his face, seemed to be a different person, with an indescribable evil spirit, and his eyes were no longer gentle, but very strange.

Before she could take a closer look, Yu Qiubei immediately covered his face with a towel, turned his back to them and quickly cleaned up the blood on his face.

This little twist took up only a little bit of their time.By the time Yu Qiubei took care of his face, Liang Jing who was lying on the ground was already dying.

He guessed right, this tongue is Liang Jing's fatal weakness.

The blood red in Liang Jing's pupils gradually dissipated, and slowly returned to normal black.

Her mouth was always open, but the voice she made at this time was very gentle, it was Liang Jing's original voice they had heard in the mirror before.

"Young, Youqing, are you there..."

Pan Youqing sat far away in a corner forgotten by everyone. When she heard the voice, she immediately raised her head a few times and crawled over, knelt beside her and cried, "I'm here, I'm here."

Liang Jing rolled her eyes, finally saw her, and tried her best to smile: "It's my fault, the game of suicide is what I want to play, I don't blame you..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Pan Youqing burst into tears one by one, "I planned to kill you, it was me!"

"Even without you, I might not be able to hold on. One day, choose a good place to jump into the lake or hang yourself..." Liang Jing didn't have the strength to look at her anymore, and gently closed her eyes.

Pan Youqing wanted to say something more, but Liang Jing seemed to have something to tell them, and then she said angrily, "Be careful, there are still..."

Su Rong's face changed, what else is in the building!

However, Liang Jing couldn't finish her words, just like Xiao Wan, she was reduced to ashes.

Pan Youqing threw herself on the ground, crying bitterly.Su Rong looked back at the door of the dormitory, the brass lock was still hanging in place.

The sharp cry that was almost forgotten by them suddenly sounded again, and before everyone could take a breath, they were once again shrouded in fear.

"What the hell is that sound!" Wang Fan tremblingly picked up the kitchen knife and hugged it to his chest again.

The voice gradually changed from low to high, Su Rong stood up fearlessly and walked around the hall, keenly feeling that the crying sound came from the wall.

He told the others about his discovery. Yu Qiubei stood up and leaned close to the wall to listen, and suddenly frowned as he listened.

"The sound doesn't seem to be crying, I can hear a few words."

Su Rong pressed his ears against the wall, but before he could hear the words, the wall slammed into his face with a bang.

Su Rong almost had a heart attack from fright.The palm prints that had stopped for a while began to slap on the wall again. He took a quick step back, patted his chest in shock and asked Yu Qiubei: "President, what did you hear?"

"I'm not sure..." Yu Qiubei showed a rare expression of hesitation.

There were palm prints being tapped, Su Rong didn't dare lean against the wall to listen carefully, and she couldn't hear anything when she stood far away.

Xiao Yuanyuan, who had been scared to cry before, couldn't help crying again.

Now they can't get out of the gate, they are like being locked in a cage, if they can't find the key, they can only stay here forever.

Yu Qiubei observed the slapping frequency of his palms, picked up the backpack and said to everyone, "Let's go upstairs first and see if there are any clues upstairs."

"What?" Wang Fan's brain circuit was different from ordinary people as always, "Are we going to jump off the building? This is the sixth floor, something will happen..."

You Miao grabbed his shoulders and pushed him up, "Don't worry, I'll be with you, I'll leave the words here, youjump, Ijump!"

While being dragged obediently, Wang Fan asked in confusion: "What are you talking about? Don't speak foreign language, I don't understand."

You Miao: "...Have you passed CET-[-]?"

Wang Fan seriously replied: "No. I barely passed CET-[-], and I really couldn't understand the listening comprehension. Luckily, I finally got a few correct exams in December last year, so I crossed the line. "

Xueba You Miao couldn't understand: "Auntie just let you not even take the sixth grade?"

As he talked, Wang Fan seemed to have forgotten that they were in a terrifying dormitory building, and he relaxed a lot for a while: "I just fly a plane, why do I need such a high education."

Su Rong followed the two of them, only then did he realize that You Miao and Wang Fan were cousins, no wonder Wang Fan kept calling you Brother You Miao, he thought it was a polite name.

Yu Qiubei led them upstairs, the voices and palm prints on the wall were a little slower than them, but they followed closely behind, hauntingly.

There are windows in the stairwell of each floor, Su Rong was walking, and suddenly thought: "Can we escape through the windows!"

Yu Qiubei demonstrated for him on the spot, pulling the window frame, but as expected, he couldn't open it at all.

"For safety reasons, the windows of the dormitory building are sealed."

Su Rong asked: "Then we can smash the glass and run out?"

"It's possible, but what's the point of going out?" Yu Qiubei's clothes were still stained with blood, which added to his coldness, "We want to go back to the original world, we must figure it out What is playing tricks here."

Su Rong looked at his unrecovered left arm hanging by his side, thinking that he would probably float away after killing two ghosts, and his words were even more arrogant than before.

Yu Qiubei added: "Of course, if we are really in danger, we can still smash the windows and escape."

In the blink of an eye, all of them climbed to the sixth floor.The howling sound followed, but it stopped at the stairwell on the sixth floor at the same time as the palm print, and did not rush into the corridor.

Is there anything unusual about this sixth floor?