"What worked?"
Tang Xiaotian was stunned for a moment and didn't understand what Xiao Tang meant by this.
But he doesn't need to understand.
The sudden change.
A slight feeling of dizziness came over him, and his position with Xiao Tang had been swapped.
The first thing you notice is the rough masonry.
"What's going on? Why is this happening?"
Tang Xiaotian tried to get up.
Unexpectedly, his body felt like a thousand kilograms of weight weighing him down, so he could only tilt his neck and look back.
Xiao Tang stood in the corridor and stretched his arms. When he saw him, he even waved in a friendly way.
"Xiao Tang, Xiao Tang!"
Uncontrollable panic suddenly invaded his heart, and he couldn't help shouting hysterically: "Why? Why?"
To this, "Tang Xiaotian"'s answer is——
Selfish,
There is no reason why.
"Tang Xiaotian" stepped towards the exit of the corridor, his body shrinking a little with every step he took, until when he looked back at the corridor again, he looked like a six or seven-year-old child, with a pale face and a weird smile.
The next second.
The tunnel collapsed, blocking the exit.
the other side.
As he continued to go deeper into the corridor, Tang Xiaotian's struggle became weaker and weaker, and in the end only one pair of eyes could move.
Not long after, he was carried to a tomb.
The burning fire revealed the appearance of the tomb. In the middle was a stone coffin. There was nothing inside, but there were unfinished murals on the walls. I don't know what kind of paint was used, and the figures were lifelike.
Tang Xiaotian is very familiar with the story inside.
Because he witnessed the sacrifices with his own eyes.
Immediately afterwards.
Tang Xiaotian was lifted up by these strong men like a puppet on strings.
However, what happened next directly raised Tang Xiaotian's inner fear to its peak.
One of the primitive tribesmen used a sharp stone dagger to slit the blood vessels on both sides of his wrists. Blood soaked his wrists and dripped down. This scene instantly reminded Tang Xiaotian of the tragic situation of the man with flowery arms.
Soon another person came closer holding several human-faced fruits, crushing the fruits with his big hands. The dark and sticky juice was stained with blood, and it seemed as if it came alive, rushing to dig into the limbs and bones.
One after another.
He felt as if his flesh and blood were being burned by fire, and his bones and organs were all melting.
It wasn't actually a feeling, those thick juices were actually burning away the flesh and blood in his body.
The veins on Tang Xiaotian's face appeared ferocious.
However, he could not move at all and could only bear the severe pain silently.
To some extent, it is history repeating itself.
In this tomb!
When only the area above the neck bone was left uneroded by the juice, a primitive tribesman took out a piece of sapphire, pinched Tang Xiaotian's mouth, and stuffed it into his throat. The sacrifice had just come to an end.
The rest is simple.
Tang Xiaotian was stuffed into the bronze jar and stuffed in easily, because the bones inside him had long been replaced by juice.
Use an old tree leaf as a seal.
The fire disappeared and the tomb fell into dead silence.
Tang Xiaotian will be locked up here forever!
He hates
He complained,
He is angry,
Xiao Tang deceived him!
The juice flowing in the body is like magma, bringing eternal burning.
The unimaginable hatred and resentment was absorbed by the sapphire, gradually stained with blood, and the halo of blood slowly spread from a small point.
Because of the existence of blood jade,
Tang Xiaotian will not become an irrational ghost. He will always maintain a clear mind, feel the pain like magma flowing in his body, and supply resentment to the blood jade. There are only two consequences.
The soul is gone.
Or, like "Tang Xiaotian", he endured thousands of years of pain and kept his soul alive.
Actually,
It's just an alternation of curses.
It starts from the appearance of the wraith and ends when the hand is held.
Tang Xiaotian is just a moth.
…
…
"Ah, it feels so comfortable..."
Tang Xiaotian, or another Tang Xiaotian, truly completed Li Daitao's move.
He stretched his body and his soul perfectly integrated into his body without any hindrance.
From then on, he could walk under the sun with swagger, and because all the memories of the original host for more than ten years were absorbed by him, there was no barrier between him and this era.
He is Tang Xiaotian, and Tang Xiaotian is him.
Tang Xiaotian picked up the blood jade on the bedside table, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but smile.
There are wisps of black lines on it, which are a little thicker.
It means that the people trapped inside are providing very pure resentment.
Excited?
Of course I was excited, but also a little proud.
First let Tang Xiaotian have nightmares day and night to lay the foundation for transferring the curse.
Then he added fuel to the flames and persuaded Lin Xin to bully Tang Xiaotian, successfully turning him into a black man, so that his appearance did not appear to be abrupt at all and did not arouse any suspicion.
The next step is to help Tang Xiaotian get revenge and gain trust.
Killing the flower-armed man and performing the sacrificial ceremony can truly take the first step to transfer the curse, until the handshake just now.
Every step was completed step by step, and there were no surprises.
…
"But those people found us really quickly."
A gloomy look flashed between Tang Xiaotian's brows.
He was released by Jackal and the others, how could he not know about this group of people.
But for him now, what he needs most is to live stably in this society instead of becoming the target of public criticism.
Fortunately, he was prepared.
Tang Xiaotian thought.
Immediately, he saw the blood jade rising up into a dark mist, dripping on the ground like running water, revealing the body of the man with the flowery arm.
He found a small knife, came closer, and gently cut off the face of the man with the flowery arm.
He looked at the human skin in his hand, a smile appeared on his lips, and he softly recited strange syllables.
However, a large amount of thick black blood flowed out of the blood jade, covering the man with the flowered arms. When the blood flow faded, the shriveled corpse became full and blood-colored, and his face became exactly the same as Tang Xiaotian.
When looking again.
Tang Xiaotian's appearance is exactly the same as that of the man with flowery arms.
The dove occupies the magpie's nest!
In this way, things will come to an end here.
Tang Xiaotian left a dark mist in the body, and then the two parties exchanged clothes, put on hats, and sneaked out of the house.
Take the stairs down to the first floor.
He went straight to the gate of the community and found a remote location.
Tang Xiaotian closed his eyes slightly, felt the energy remaining on the body through the blood jade, and began to manipulate the corpse.
…
In the bedroom.
The corpse suddenly stood up, picked up the dumbbells for exercise, and smashed open the window.
Glass shattered all over the floor.
The crashing sound alerted Tang's mother in the next room. She was startled and immediately rushed to Tang Xiaotian's room.
open the door!
What caught his eye was "Tang Xiaotian" who climbed out of the window and stood on the debris.
Turn your back to her, facing the wind.
Tang's mother's pupils suddenly shrank, her eyes filled with fear, and she shouted: "Xiaotian, Xiaotian, no!"
Shouting and rushing.
The next second.
"Tang Xiaotian" jumped down.
The hands were empty.
"No!!!!!"
The shrill wail echoed through the window and over the community.
…
…
"We'll go up the corridor in a moment."
The pock-marked man and his companions were wearing dark blue overalls, carrying mineral water, and whispered.
at this time.
Snapped!
A man was hit hard in front of them, and a pool of bright red blood slowly swayed from under his body and flowed to their feet.
This sudden change really shocked the two of them.
They all looked at each other, speechless.
However, it was the woman who leaned out above and screamed sadly that brought the two of them back to their senses.
The pockmarked person looked up, blinked, and estimated the floor.
More than twenty floors, it can't be...
He swallowed the foam at his mouth, knelt down and turned the person over, and his face was vaguely identifiable with blood and flesh.
It's the kid in the photo!
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