Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The sound of the chainsaw was harsh and noisy, which made people get goosebumps all over their bodies.

As the chainsaw fell, the audience could clearly see that the joint between He Chengming's head and body was being separated a little bit.And He Chengming didn't have any pain on his face, which made them feel a little bit depressed when they felt relaxed.

It was a frustration of unfulfilled imagination.

I thought He Chengming would splatter blood on the spot, but nothing terrible happened. He Chengming's eyeballs were even rolling, without any sense of death.

Almost everyone had a "what a pity" feeling, and some actually started booing.

"Is this a fake company?" Bai Shan stuck out her tongue. She was less affected, so she quickly got rid of negative emotions and returned to her own emotions. "Colleague is still booed if he is not dead?"

"When you watched a horror movie, the protagonist didn't get killed by himself, didn't you boo?" Qin Ying curled her lips, "Not only booed, but also used a trumpet to scold others."

"That's different." Bai Shan glared at him quietly.

Qin Ying gave her a cool look, and she was as cowardly as a cowardly dog.

"Keep looking for someone, I don't believe your judgment." Qin Ying said to her in a very disgusted tone.

"Success." Bai Shan nodded timidly, for fear that her brother would give her a knife if he was dissatisfied.

Ding Mu looked at He Chengming who was being sawed open by the clown on the stage, and thought it was a stage effect, but the vibration of the mobile phone made him a little confused.

Especially when he saw He Chengming's face getting paler and paler, he felt something was wrong. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he just felt that He Chengming was bad.

When the clown finished sawing the last time, He Chengming was almost falling asleep. He heard the sound of the chainsaw no longer in his ears, yawned, and asked, "Have you finished sawing?"

The clown wiped the sweat from his head, but he didn't wipe off the oil paint on his head.

He turned his back to He Chengming, faced everyone, and said loudly: "Everyone, we will separate Mr. He from now on!"

With force, the clown pushed the pulley under the first box - He Chengming's head was separated from his body.

He pushed away He Chengming's torso, He Chengming's thigh and He Chengming's calf one after another.

There are a total of four boxes on the stage, without any connecting items in the middle. The obese and tall He Chengming was packed in these four boxes.

"Mr. He, do you feel any pain?" The clown bent down and asked.

"No, I feel... well, a little sleepy." He Chengming joked thoughtfully.

Only some people smiled appreciatively, while others just sat in their positions with no expression on their faces.

"It seems that I'm not good at sawing people!" The clown smiled and asked again: "Then Mr. He, can you give me some advice on how to saw people?"

"The sound of the chainsaw is too loud, um... next time it's better to keep the person sawn awake." He Chengming made some symbolic suggestions.

The clown turned around and bowed to the audience: "Please watch carefully."

He showed the cut surface to everyone: it was a smooth cut surface, with blood vessels, bone and muscle texture exposed, and no one took it for real.

Because the cut surface is too smooth, like a mirror, it hardly feels like a human body.

At first, only a few people yelled twice, but then they all became numb.

The clown bowed again, turned around and pushed some parts of He Chengming's body back.

He opened the box: "Mr. He, you can come out now."

He Chengming sat up from the box, causing the audience to exclaim.

For all saw that his head was turned on one side.It's not the kind of crooked neck like a tree, but the body is lying flat, and the neck is facing the audience like a crooked Lego figure in a completely impossible way.

The people in the audience covered the child's eyes with their hands.

Seeing this, the clown smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I'll help you get back."

As he spoke, he twisted his hands, and He Chengming's head sat firmly on his neck again.

The people below were shocked again.

He Chengming didn't know what happened, he just asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

The clown smiled and said it was all right, and let him step down.

Seeing He Chengming stumbling off the stage, everyone silently turned to the side, for fear of being next to him and getting evil.

He Chengming waved in the direction of his wife and children, indicating that it was okay, and his wife was relieved.

Looking at He Chengming's figure, Ding Mu always felt that his legs might not be well.

After the clown performed these two magic tricks, he left the stage and replaced several animal trainers and several lions. The lions looked malnourished, and repeatedly tried to pounce on the auditorium, and were whipped several times by the animal trainers to be honest. down.

What surprised Ding Mu was: these lions are so smart that they are not like lions, but more like people.

Sit as you please, jump as you please, understand the words of the animal trainer effortlessly, and write and draw on the ground. Except for the weird patterns, you are just a person.

After these lions were done, other people came to perform, but they were old tricks and nothing new.

It makes people drowsy, which is meaningless.

It was only when everyone returned to the room that they realized that someone died today.

And they seem to have accepted it.

Just when sleepy.