I leaned against the door and looked at the filth on the ground, not daring to take a step inside: "I feel bad for you."
"Are you willing to cooperate now?"
The freckled face was twitching vigorously on the ground, and it seemed that he had something to say to me.
I walked around the yellow liquid on the ground and took out the chopsticks from his mouth.
"What do you want to say? Hurry up."
The freckled face gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "There is no lower limit for ***! Use this method to deal with me! Your whole family has no ***!"
Oops!
He has a more temper than I thought. An ordinary person would have given in at this moment.
I put the chopsticks back into his mouth and responded without any scruples: "You're right, I don't have much ability."
"The only means to deal with you are your genitals. Besides, you are only worthy of experiencing these means of mine."
Since he can carry it, let him carry it well.
After I left the house, I went outside to get a piece of pork.
The pork gradually melted in the pot and turned into white lard, which was poured down despite the resistance of the freckled face.
Croton makes the stomach upset, and lard moistens the intestines.
Maybe he won't be constipated in his next life.
In the middle of the night, there was a sudden knock on the door in the bedroom. The moment I opened my eyes, I immediately laughed.
As soon as the door opened, the freckled face fell out of the room.
I looked at him like a shrimp and kicked him a few times: "Do you understand?"
"As long as I get out of here, anything will do!"
Before he finished speaking, he jerked his back hard and spit out a stream of thick yellow liquid.
Tsk.
The vomiting was the same as the diarrhea, no wonder I couldn't bear it.
In fact, he is right, my method is really not on the stage, and even if you say it is despicable, it is a compliment from me.
But in fact, what I did was destroy his heart.
People may not be afraid of death, but they absolutely cannot endure torture. It is an unavoidable torture, both psychologically and physically.
Now it is reasonable for him to surrender in the middle of the night.
I carried him to the bathroom and gave him a bath with a water pipe.
"I have fulfilled your wish, it's time to get down to business."
I dragged him naked to the window. The late autumn draft made my heart feel chilly.
I sat across from him wrapped in a blanket: "Q&A session."
"I ask, you answer."
"First, what kind of organization are you?"
"The great, great virtue of the Guangming Sect."
"Great Virtue? Is it a bad virtue?" I chuckled and laughed: "Return to the Guangming Sect? Why don't you talk about Guangmingding? Will the six sects still besiege you?"
The freckled face hugged himself into a ball and looked at me with a pleading look on his face: "How dare I lie?"
"Okay, next one."
"I have dealt with you people before. What do they mean by resurrection?"
The freckled face responded tremblingly: "As long as the true God is resurrected, we can have eternal life."
Man, this is a complete cult!
It's sad to think about it. Some people really believe this almost retarded statement!
"Who is that person with the wolf head mask? And what is hidden in that cemetery?"
The freckled face was completely frozen, and it was very difficult to speak.
According to him, the person wearing the wolf head mask is their little leader. Each person is responsible for collecting things in a certain area, but he doesn't know what they are.
As long as these things are collected, the so-called *** can be resurrected.
The souls of those who died before will be purified, and they and their families will be freed from the suffering of the physical body forever.
And the werewolves trapped us with guns to collect things.
As for why we were chosen, I don’t know.
The further I listened, the more frightened I became.
No wonder that group of people looked at death as if they were dead. Someone drew a huge cake for them.
If this continues, their followers will turn into zombies and die one by one holding back their strength. Isn’t that going to be chaos?
From this point of view, this matter really needs to be dealt with to the end.
It’s not that I have to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail, but I know that if the skin is gone, how will the hair be attached?
To take a step back, what should I do if among the people they killed were Uncle Ya, Youji Canghai, or Taozi and Xiaomei?
Rather than waiting for passive revenge, it is better to take the initiative.
Now, at a glance, all problems have been solved.
