So without much effort, Chu Chaoge found a dark, eye-shaped birthmark inside the man's left arm.
"Looks like a curse."
When Chu Chaoge showed it to Chu Muye, this idea suddenly came to Chu Muye's mind.
Chu Chaoge nodded noncommittally.
But Chu Muye always felt that he had seen this birthmark somewhere before, and it was a bit inexplicably familiar.
And the man with the tentacles on his face began to beg Chu Chaoge to kill him: "Please give me a pleasure, I have not done any actual harm to you."
Chu Chaoge lowered his eyes, not knowing what to think.
A bold idea came to Chu Mu's ambition: "Sister, why don't we cut off his birthmark first, and then give him a good time?"
As soon as these words came out, black mud suddenly appeared on the body of the man who was desperately begging for mercy. The black mud fell off the person and then attacked Chu Chaoge directly.
Without blinking, Chu Chaoge turned sideways to avoid the black mud, then drew out his machete and chopped off the man's left arm.
The black mud suspended in mid-air fell down instantly and then disappeared without a trace.
The man lowered his head and seemed to have fallen into despair, until Chu Chaoge put the machete across his neck, and he suddenly cried loudly: "I said, I will tell you everything I know, please." , don’t give me a pleasure..."
The 180-degree change in attitude confirmed Chu Muye's guess.
Chu Muye and the two players climbed up from the corner, and the green bubble disappeared without a trace as his left arm was cut off.
Chu Muye walked not far away from the man. After sizing him up, he nodded: "It seems that if you die this time, you won't be able to be resurrected. The birthmark with the same shape as the black eyes is probably your fate."
The man shivered.
Chu Chaoge let out a light tut, and then the next second, Chu Chaoge raised the knife and dropped it, and the man's skull rolled down from his neck, along with his face covered with tentacles.
"Why don't you just ask?" Chu Muye tilted his head and looked at Chu Chaoge, "With the look of him, he will definitely tell you anything you ask."
Chu Chaoge said lightly: "Isn't the most important thing already known?"
Chu Muye nodded: "That's right."
At this moment, a middle-aged man shouted from outside the house: "Is Lao Wang at home?"
The two players shivered subconsciously, while Chu Chaoge held the bloody machete in one hand and picked up the head on the ground with the other: "Follow me."
Chu Muye hummed, and the two players agreed. Chu Chaoge walked out of the back room and directly faced a middle-aged man wearing a white undershirt.
When the man saw Chu Chaoge, his eyes involuntarily fell on Chu Chaoge's hands, and then he broke out in cold sweat.
Chu Chaoge threw his head at his feet, raised his eyes and said coldly: "Here."
The middle-aged man kept a certain calmness. He took out a cigarette from his overalls, but couldn't find a lighter. He could only put the cigarette to his ear angrily, and then said with a smile on his face: " Girl, which family do you come from, and why did you suddenly come to Lao Wang’s house?”
Chu Chaoge didn't raise his eyes, and his tone remained cold: "I'm looking for you."
The middle-aged man's smile froze in place.
The next second, when the middle-aged man immediately turned around and was about to run away, Chu Chaoge's knife was faster than his movements and pierced directly through his right shoulder blade.
The middle-aged man seemed to feel no pain and continued to run forward desperately.
Chu Chaoge stared at his back, then bent down to pick up the head that was thrown to the middle-aged man in front of her. In everyone's extremely shocked eyes, she raised her head with both hands and used a perfect parabola to throw the head. The head hit the middle-aged man hard on the head.
The middle-aged man staggered and fell directly to the ground.
Chu Chaoge then walked slowly to the side of the middle-aged man, then stepped on the middle-aged man's head and pulled out her machete from the middle-aged man's shoulder blade.
The middle-aged man tried to resist, but Chu Chaoge said coldly: "I'm not interested in black eyes now, but if you dare to move again, I don't guarantee that I will be interested in them."
The middle-aged man didn't dare to move.
When Chu Muye came to Chu Chaoge's side, he still had a look of shock on his face: "Sister, I didn't expect you to be good at basketball."
When the other two players heard Chu Muye's words, they immediately showed an indescribable speechless expression.
[Hahahahaha, I laughed so hard. The expressions of the other two players just played the role of me. 】
[Just when you are concerned about why you hit the NPC with your head, the anchor has discovered that your sister is very good at basketball. What does this mean? 】
[What does it mean? The anchor's brain circuit is really different from ordinary people? 】
【wrong!】
[Explains that the anchor sees things from a different perspective? 】
【wrong!】
[What does that mean? 】
[Silly you guys, doesn’t this mean that the anchor is still a fool!? 】
【. 】
【66666, this one is also a talent. 】
[Damn it, you dare to play tricks on me. 】
[Actually, I think that’s quite right. Hahahaha, the anchor is indeed a silly person. 】
[Hahahaha, anchor: This is how the rumors came about. I didn’t mess with all of you. 】
[The more rumors spread, the more they become facts. 】
[Send two flowers to the anchor. 】
[No, the host and his sister send rockets in the live broadcast room, but the host only sends flowers in the live broadcast room. Don't go too far hahahaha. 】
[The anchor’s sister’s live broadcast room is watched by big shots. The anchor is silly and sweet, only us. 】
[Don’t be afraid, host! As long as you spend enough, we will be able to smash a rocket sooner or later!]
[Anchor: Do I still need to thank you? 】
【Hahahahaha】
Chu Chaoge gestured to Chu Muye: "Ask."
Chu Muye immediately felt enlightened, and then squatted down happily and looked at the middle-aged man. Then Chu Muye saw the fearful look in the middle-aged man's eyes when he looked at him. He immediately cleared his throat and asked : "Are you a villager from Tianhe Village?"
The middle-aged man said hoarsely: "Yes."
Chu Muye asked curiously: "Then what are you running in front of?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "If I don't run away, will I have to wait for you to really kill me?"
Chu Muye didn't understand very much: "But you can't run away either."
Middle-aged man: "..."
Although what he said was true, he still deserved a beating.
"Besides," Chu Muye said leisurely, "aren't you a villager in Tianhe Village? Shouldn't you be living here for generations? Where do you want to run to?"
