I didn't become a human today

The girl stared wide-eyed in horror, opened her mouth wide, and tried her best to say something, but except for a few murmurs, there was no other sound in her throat.

Foya usually comes to the birch forest to pick up leaks, and the ones he picks up are all dead and alive, this is the first time he has seen them. "The murderer should not have gone far. It won't snow these few days. If you look for footprints, you can probably find the direction the murderer is going."

After Foya finished speaking, he squeezed his dry lips and asked tentatively, "She...is she still saved?"

Liang Xingye shook his head, "Unless there is a demon pill, but that will only hang her life, and it will only make her suffer more."

They haven't encountered any monsters in the past few days. The blood corpses raised by Foya are extremely docile and have no demon core.Hoshino's previous demon pills were also given to Ah He.

After thinking about it for a while, Ji Ran suddenly said, "She died."

Just now, a fresh life disappeared.

Ji Ran gritted his teeth, and immediately chased after the footprints on the snow.Liang Xingye drew his sword and followed, and at the end he didn't forget to leave a task for Foya, "You stay here, bury this girl, and see if it's possible to find her family by the way, don't make any plans for the corpse!"

Foya let out an "ow". Even though he felt a lot of unhappiness in his heart, he could only do what Liang Xingye said. That person was really weird. He possessed an inexplicable courage that made people obey him.

Ji Ran ran wildly in the snow for half a stick of incense, and finally found the owner of the footprints in the snow.

The man was wearing an extremely plain gray robe. When he saw someone chasing up from behind, he put down his luggage and stayed on, wanting to make a deal with them all at once.

Without saying a word, Ji Ran rushed forward and jumped up, biting the man's arm.

The man's attention was always on Liang Xingye, he just regarded Liang Xingye as an opponent, and didn't notice that such a dog would suddenly charge up.

So he pulled out a pen from his waist with his backhand. It looked like a painting brush, short and small, and there was still ink left on the nib.

He swung the pen at Ji Ran heavily, and the ink dots on the tip of the pen came towards him at the speed of an arrow.

Ji Ran could only let go and dodge to the side, only to hear two "bang bang", the ink point was like a powerful hidden weapon, smashing the snow-covered stones on the side of the road in an instant.

The small stone hit Ji Ran head and face, and he felt a little pain from being hit.

Behind him, Xingye with a blunt sword flew towards the man. The man really underestimated the enemy, thinking that he could block Liang Xingye's sword with a single pen.

With a "click", the pen holder broke in the middle, and Liang Xingye smoothly placed the blunt sword on the man's neck.

At this time, Ji Ran, who was lying on the ground and buried in the snow pit, struggled twice before getting up unsteadily, following the smell, he found the cloth bag that the man was holding earlier.

Bite the knot on the top with his teeth, spread the cloth bag, and it looks like a piece of human skin inside.

Liang Xingye pointed his sword forward, "You kill these people, what do you want these human skins for?"

The man didn't speak, his mouth was tightly shut, as if he would never speak even if he died.

Ji Ran at the side looked at the intact human skin, then at the broken brush, thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Are you a painter?"

There was a hint of surprise in the man's eyes, although he still didn't speak, but Ji Ran felt that he had guessed right.

"Painting leather is a very old profession. This craft originated from a puppet showman named Song Yi." Relying on his long life, Ji Ran talked about the passage he had read in a book. Past events: "It is said that Song Yi hates others to criticize the puppets he made. Whenever there is a voice of criticism, he will shut himself in the room and reflect on how to make the puppets more realistic. Later, because of a chance , he came up with the idea of ​​using human skin to make a puppet, and sure enough, the puppet he made had the same expression and appearance as a real person, so he made a lot of money."

"Later, Song Yi's lineage unknowingly developed into another profession—the skin painter. Because the things done by the skin painter were so outrageous, this profession had disappeared for a long time. Meet the painter here."

When Ji Ran said this, he looked serious, but Liang Xingye noticed that one of his hind legs was raised, and he was limping unnaturally.

"Are you injured?" Liang Xingye looked worried.

Ji Ran tried to move his hind legs, "A little injury, you...be careful!"

Seizing the opportunity of Liang Xingye's distraction, the skin painter pulled out another pen with a hand behind his back. Liang Xingye's reaction was also extremely fast, and he dodged easily, but found that the skin painter's target was not him at all, but Ji Ran.

Ji Ran limped on one hind leg and couldn't dodge at all. Fortunately, when the painter made his move, he didn't make a killer move.

He seemed to know that Liang Xingye cared a lot about this talking dog and just wanted to get away.

Ji Ran opened his eyes wide, watching the two balls of ink on the tip of the man's pen accurately thrown into his own eyes.

He stood in a daze for a moment, the two ink dots were like the night that suddenly fell, and gradually spread in his eyes. At first, it was just a little black, and gradually, the black spread to the surroundings. In the end, he Can't see anything anymore.

Ji Ran swayed in place twice, fell to the ground, his dog's mouth was open, and his tongue leaked out from one side. Liang Xingye called him twice, but he didn't respond.

In this case, the skin painter ran away, so it was impossible for him to leave Ji Ran behind and chase after the skin painter.

He stood where he was, his fingers loosened, and the blunt sword fell to the snow.

He bent his fingers, his face was a little pale, "Ji Ran?"

There was still no response from there, and Mr. Liang's expression seemed to be frozen by the cold wind from the extreme north.

In his life, he had never dared to do anything, but at this moment, he didn't dare to confirm his life and death.

It wasn't until Ji Ran, who was lying on the ground, subconsciously moved his tail, that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged the dog as if relieved.

Ji Ran curled up in his arms, and one dream after another stretched into mountains and seas in his mind.

Behind, Foya ran over like a fake monk, and reported the situation to Liang Xingye panting, "The girl's family happened to be nearby, and I handed her body over to her family."

With a glance, he saw a piece of human skin on the ground, "I'll send this skin back to them later." After speaking, he realized that the dog with the same interests as him was lying in Hoshino's arms, as if unconscious Generally, the eyeballs are constantly turning under the eyelids.

"Look at Xiao Huang's eyeballs rolling to the ground. He is clearly dreaming. Why did he fall asleep in broad daylight? Shall I wake him up for you?" As he spoke, Xiao Huang yelled a few times, and even turned his head off. Opened his dog ears, shouted several times at close range, and suddenly saw black tears streaming from his eyes.

Fo Ya's heart skipped a beat, he clenched his fist and tapped lightly on his palm, "It's broken, he won't be able to wake up."