Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and the high-heeled shoes and the ground made a crisp and pleasant sound. The man was on the phone while walking this way, and the woman's voice was gentle and soft, talking about the fact that he had to work overtime tonight and couldn't make it to the appointment.

The eye in the corpse's wound narrowed, manipulating the corpse to resume its lying posture, peeking out the wind and grass in the room through the gap of the eye.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of legs, long and straight like creamy skin, followed by a slender willow waist, and then a half round and smooth chest exposed from the shoulder neckline, the neck is slender like a swan, and a picture of facial features The perfect slapped face, with two sweet dimples on the cheeks when talking on the phone.

So beautiful.

As far as the eye can see, the skin has no scars, and there is no problem of enlarged pores of foreigners, just like the skin of a government lady that Huapi once put on, and the tentacles are like water jade tofu, so delicate that people dare not use force.

Then it saw the man's hands again. The nails were dyed a light garnet red, making the fingers soft and white like sliced ​​onions. The hands slowly brushed the human skin on its body, and it could smell the faint fragrance. , not some messy perfume, just a pure female body fragrance, slowly revealing from the white jade-like skin.

Turmeric's eyes showed a bit of distorted desire and longing, and it moved uneasily, causing the tattered skin on its body to crack a few more holes.

That's it.

It obsessively watched the woman walking back and forth to prepare the dissecting instruments, and the wonderful luster reflected by the white and smooth skin under the light, just like a woman in the mall watching that fascinated her to buy it no matter what. After taking off the coat, I imagined how amazing it would be when I put it on, and even compared with it, I don't need to care about the rest.

But don’t be too anxious now, the location where the damn policeman shot his heart just now is also the location where it hides its body. Not very good either.

It's weak right now, and it's police territory, so be extra careful.

One hit must hit.

It is waiting for an excellent opportunity, when the prey is the most relaxed and has the greatest success rate.

Painted Skin's patience is very good, it hibernates, waits, and meticulously adjusts itself to the best state, even if there is only a gap of one second, it is enough for it to change into a "new clothes" for itself.

The opportunity came faster than expected, the woman leaned over to get the thing on the other side of the dissecting table, her chest was facing it, the opportunity would never come again, it tore open the skin on her body, rushed up and bit the white skin in front of her eyes hard on the skin.

It was the chest, the skin cracked and hot blood flowed out, and the heart was beating rapidly under the skin.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The woman screamed and struggled to tear it off, but the monster covering her had no skin, and the tentacles were cold, rotting flesh, so wet and slippery that there was nowhere to touch it.

Painted Skin's movements were very fast. Its minions quickly bit open a scar on the skin in front of it that was big enough for it to squeeze in. Then its limbs twisted and stretched to the thickness enough to penetrate the wound, and it burrowed into this wonderful body. .

The room was full of the disgusting smell of decomposed corpses, as if hundreds of severely decomposed corpses were stuffed in the room at once.

This is the taste of painted skin.

The woman struggled and screamed, but there was nothing she could do. She could only watch her skin being peeled off, and she lost her breath in despair.

There was only a pile of unidentifiable rotten flesh left on the ground. The skin was worn on the new owner's body, and the painted skin was stroking the skin on his body with satisfaction. The wound on his chest healed quickly, and there was no scar anywhere else. Soft, human beings are so warm, that makes it so reluctant to part.

Without its support, the corpse on the dissecting table was only a piece of human skin, decayed and shriveled beyond words.

Huapi was even reluctant to take her hands off her body, the freshly separated skin still smelled of sweet human blood, the blood was so warm that it flowed on her body, scorching like hell fire.

No, it should be said that this is the fire of hell.

A raging fire ignited silently on the blood, and spread everywhere on the human skin. Huapi cried out in pain and rolled on the ground trying to put out the fire, but the fire became bigger and hotter. If this continues, he will really be buried in this skin.

Clothes are important, but they are not as important as life. Huapi chose to abandon the newly acquired skin without hesitation and run away. A piece of the human skin's chest bulged out, as if something was struggling and biting outward.

But I can't bite.

The fire burned the outermost layer of the human skin into ashes, and only then did the key point under the human skin be revealed. Layers of iron wires were tightly wound and bent to form a narrow cage, and the painted skin was tightly netted in the cage. The black wire There was a subtle layer of blood under the light, and Huapi smelled an extremely familiar and terrifying aura on it.

It's the smell of the blood of the person who sealed it. Although the yang qi is almost nonexistent for some reason, but the yin qi is extremely strong, it will never mistake this smell.

——Every drop of paint in that picture of ghosts and monsters is covered with the blood of that man.

A pair of leather shoes stepped on the bloodstains in front of its eyes, and the black trousers were embroidered with dark patterns of the same color. The voice that had resounded in its nightmare countless times rang in its ears, but it was still the same after all these years. Gentle and elegant: "The so-called gold and jade are ruined on the outside. I haven't seen you for many years, and you still haven't made any progress."

Those eyes just looked at it like that, as if they had returned to thousands of years ago in an instant. It was also in the same situation. It was in a state of embarrassment, scarred and full of resentment. The misty rain in late spring in the south of the Yangtze River in March.

"It's just a beast." Hearing him say this, the tone was cold and indifferent, and there was a hint of disappointment in his voice, which instantly made it fall into the icy lake of nine winters, full of fear, and became it ever since. A nightmare I can never get rid of.

But now, the nightmare is happening again, it is still a caged beast, dying and embarrassed, and he is still like a bright moon in the mountains, Gao Hua cannot be touched.

This time, he didn't even give it an extra look. He just smiled and talked to the policeman who entered the door. It stared wide-eyed and watched the man go away. The damned policeman put a black cloth on the outside of the cage.

Putting on the black cloth, Hotch nodded and thanked Miss Ligui who was standing aside.

Miss Li Gui smiled softly and shyly, and said in a voice like gold and iron: "It's all thanks to Wu." Wu Cong had countless ways to catch a seriously injured Huapi, but he used the most troublesome one to catch it. Help her avenge herself.

The skin wrapped around the cage is Wu Cong's handwriting. The skin is the paper lantern skin that Wu Cong tore off from the leading lantern. Miss.

Li Gui, no, she should be called Miss Ghost now. The successful revenge has almost dissipated her hostility. Next, as long as the skin on the dissection table is sent to her burial place and buried together, she can re-enter reincarnation. A new life has begun.

As for the evil monster in his hands, Wu Cong is not going to seal it into the ghost map again. At the beginning, he was soft-hearted and didn't kill it all, which brought endless troubles.

Those ghosts and demons who escaped from the ghost map, if they did not commit any crimes after escaping, or if they were as good-hearted as a pouch, then they have no brains, and he will basically seal them back one by one, and stay on them Once the karma is burned away, you can re-enter the samsara through the formation on the map, and those like Huapi who kill innocent people indiscriminately and do not want to repent, will be dealt with directly if caught.

Wu Cong rolled up the skin belonging to Miss Ghost on the dissecting table and put it aside, and asked Hotch to put the cage covered with black cloth on the dissecting table, because the cage was still dripping disgusting pus Hotch had to grab the hem of the black cloth to keep it from ruining his trousers.

Huapi seemed to realize something, and began to struggle restlessly.

"Don't worry, it will be soon." Wu Cong smiled lowly, and put his palm on the black cloth.

The faint white fire went straight to the ceiling and burned extremely violently. Half of the killing karma created by these spirits was spread on Wu Cong, a key watcher of the Heavenly Dao, and now, Wu Cong is returning that half of the karma to The party that should bear it.

Xi Nang has no brains and a childish temper, so Wu Cong will take on the karma of that idea, but he doesn't want to take the blame for Huapi.

The black cloth was not damaged at all in the karmic fire. I couldn't see its tragic appearance at this time, but I could only hear a scream that was higher than that. Wu Cong sighed softly. He didn't like hearing this kind of sound very much. sleep quality.

"A Lang, let me sing for you." Dan Sha said while pawing at the door, the little girl loves to be clean, so she didn't want to step on the blood and stain her newly bought leather shoes.

"Okay." Wu Cong smiled, walked over and hugged Dansha into his arms.

The little girl pouted and looked at Hotch, Hotch coughed twice and clapped his hands, and asked with an expectant expression, "What are you going to sing?"

To be honest, everything sung in this scene is very weird.

Only then did Dansha clear his throat with satisfaction, and hummed, "You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, lotus leaves and He Tiantian."

Wu Cong was startled, then lowered his head and rubbed Dansha's soft hair.

"Fish playing among the lotus leaves,

Fish Playing with Lotus Ye Dong,

Fish Playing with Lotus Yexi,

Fish Playing with Lotus Ye Nan,

Fish playing with lotus leaves in the north. "

The sweet lotus-picking song is interspersed with Huapi's intermittent and weak screams. In the end, only the singing continues, and the fire of karma is gradually extinguished. The cage on the dissection table is still covered with black cloth, as if nothing happened.

However, when Wu Cong touched it lightly, the cage collapsed in an instant. Under the black cloth, black, white and gray powders were mixed, and it was hard to tell which ones were burnt from the painted skin and which ones were the ashes of the iron cage.

Hotch took over the cinnabar from Wu Cong's arms, and the little girl pulled Hotch's tie and watched curiously as Wu Cong spread the black cloth on the ashes, muttering words, the glow appeared where her fingertips passed, and the blood on the ground floated and pooled on his fingertips, and then a drop fell on the black cloth.

After dozens of seconds, Wu Cong took the tissue handed over by Hotch and wiped his hands, "Let's go."

Go out, lock it, the house is clean as if nothing happened, the body of the blond woman is lying on the dissection table, only this time, she can't get up again.