Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

"Oh...help...help me...help me..."

"...help...help..."

"... Please do me a favor... help me... hehe..."

The urging voice sounded from all directions.

The sound was longer and longer, and the sound was more mournful, and there was an extremely weird chuckle in the sorrow.

Suddenly, several pale arms poked out from the snow.

They showed different degrees of decay, like hard steel, grabbing the strong man's skirt and ankle, groping his strong and strong calf, trying to drag him into the dark depths.

"Damn ghosts, let go of my skirt!

The burly man tugged at the hem of his skirt in shame and anger, staring at his legs, trying to break free from these unrestrained rotten arms.

There was cold sweat on his forehead, and he had tried his best, but he couldn't break free.

Shame, anger, fear... All kinds of complex emotions emerged brilliantly on that rough and charming face.

"Thorn-"

The not-so-high-quality fabric finally couldn't bear it and was torn into several pieces.

Immediately afterwards, even the white trousers inside were not spared and were torn into pieces.

The strong man looked at himself exposed in the wind and snow, his bare and tight legs without a hair, his face collapsed, and he wanted to cry without tears.

But what did I, a strong man, do wrong?

It's okay to be forced to become a master of women's clothing.

Now, not only is he belittled by these ghosts, but he also has to run around naked in the cold winter months.

Bearing the pain that does not belong to this ignorant and ignorant age.

Withered and thin fingers were constantly gesturing on his calf, and a hoarse voice with extreme desire came from underneath: "The meat is firm, and the taste must be good."

The long, sharp, black nails mercilessly dug into the flesh and dragged it down fiercely.

It seems that he wants to cut open the calf of a strong man alive.

Severe pain came from his numb calf, and the strong man wailed slowly.

At this time, the "sharp blade" was stuck in the leg, and with a slight movement, a lot of blood overflowed, struggling and not struggling, not struggling and not, a dilemma.

The scarlet blood dripped onto the snow and disappeared in an instant, as if it had been licked clean by something.

"what……"

A contented sigh came from the ground.

"The taste of blood... more... more..."

"You can do me a favor...give me some more...hehehe..."

"More...and more..."

The voice was crazy and greedy, and it got into his ears, and he couldn't help shivering.

Feeling that the nail had penetrated another inch, the strong man who was treated as a piece of living flesh was terrified, raised the flower basket in his hand and smashed it hard at those blue and white arms.

The petals in the basket were scattered in all directions, like a rain of petals.

Intertwined with the dense snowflakes, there is a strange beauty.

"Why do you only bully me...I will kill you and kill you!"

After Teacher Lin came to his senses, he held back the fear in his heart, and was also ready to rush up and throw a mess to rescue the strong man.

The strong man quickly shouted: "Mr. Lin! Run! Don't come over!"

"Don't come here..."

The strong man smashed those ghost hands fiercely, and a few lines of hot tears fell on his face at some point, and the rouge that had been fainted was a mess, dirty.

The hand was smashed for a moment, and the strong man took this opportunity to take out a pistol from his trouser waist, quickly wiped his tears with his shoulder, and loaded it tragically.

"Even if I don't want this leg, I will smash these rubbish things to pieces!"

This gun was given by Guan Ju, and there were still a few bullets in it.

enough.

Just as the strong man aimed at the ghost hand and was about to shoot, the surrounding air changed.

There were a few sharp and crisp sounds in the wind, like the sound of sharp knives cutting through the airflow.

A dangerous aura oppressed from the opposite side, and those ghost hands seemed to freeze for a moment.

The strong man stopped and looked up.

I saw a few fan bones lingering with silver-blue light flying towards me like sharp arrows.

But in a moment, it shot into the wrist of the ghost hand.

The arrows were fired without fail, and all the ghost hands were pierced by fan bones.

The ghostly hands of the strong man who had been lingering leisurely were trembling, and filthy pus flowed out, before it shattered into a pile of ashes.

The fan bone wandered around in the air, and returned the same way.

"Sorry, I was also entangled just now, so I came late."

Yun Shengbai said apologetically as he looked at the muscular legs of the strong man who had been grabbed.

If Bai Ze was here, he definitely wouldn't hurt his teammates at all.

Bai Ze entrusted his teammates to him, but he couldn't protect them. Although he knew that he had no obligation to save the newcomers, Yun Shengbai still felt a little guilty.

This is not the Holy Mother, but the passion and responsibility that a man should have.

But obviously... In the heart of the strong man at this time, he is no less than a god who descended from the sky.

The strong man looked at Yun Shengbai with tears in his eyes, his legs gave way, and he fell on the snow.

Teacher Lin exclaimed, stepped forward to help him, and picked up the rags on the ground to help him plug the bleeding wound.

Yun Shengbai walked through the team, took off his cloak and put it on the strong man, and was about to call Guan Ju back to bandage the strong man's wound, when the wedding party stopped without warning.

The bustling sound of horns, suonas, and drums all disappeared for a while.

The bride-to-be just walked up to them.

Yun Shengbai turned his head to look suspiciously, and soon noticed something strange.

There are two extra columns for sending off women!

Under the dim candlelight, the four rows of brides-to-be carrying lanterns were all pale, with two pieces of red paper like red plaster stuck on their faces, their eyes were dull, the corners of their scarlet lips were raised high, and there was not a trace of pain in their bodies. angry.

They didn't make a sound, only the skirts rustled in the wind.

This kind of sound is not like the friction of silk, satin and cotton cloth, but the sound of many sheets of paper shaking in the wind at the same time.

Paper……

A bizarre thought flashed through Yun Shengbai's mind, and his heart jumped into his throat.

He took a closer look and found that the four rows of brides-to-be were all dummies made of colored paper!

Those vivid faces were all traced with a pen.

look down

None of them stepped on the snow, and their two feet wearing red shoes were hanging slightly suspended.

Yun Shengbai swears that before 1 minute, these paper figurines were still alive, talking and laughing!

Yun Shengbai's heart trembled, and he hurriedly went to find Sweetheart, only to find that he was squatting on the top of the sedan chair in an unimaginable posture, his eyes were dull, his face was dull, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

When I took a quick look, it was actually somewhat similar to those paper figurines!

And behind him, there was a child with a big head and distorted face.

A long blue tongue protruded from the scarlet mouth, tightly wrapped around his neck.

Staring at a pair of lifeless eyes without pupils, he stared at Yun Shengbai faintly.

The author has something to say: I was busy with other things today and was delayed, so I need to pay two thousand more, Master Ze hasn't come out yet...

I will continue to code, babies, wake up tomorrow and watch again