But they didn't notice that a paper man was catching up with them from behind.
It seemed to be given life.
The head had painted features, but they were moving in a terrifying and vivid way.
Those curses, when they fell into its ears, were like the fuse of a landmine, causing a huge reaction.
A pair of paper hands passed through the cold air and grabbed two of the resentful souls. Before they could react, they were stuffed into Tuhua's mouth.
After it entered his mouth, he did not swallow it, but chewed it slowly.
As the chewing continued, terrifying screams continued to come out from inside.
Bright red blood kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth.
It raised its head slightly, and its paper hands instantly grabbed the two resentful souls, put them in its mouth, tore their heads apart with its teeth, and chewed them slowly.
The shrill screams frightened the remaining resentful souls, and they hurriedly hid in the depths of the white fog.
But the paper man ignored the white fog, and when he stretched out his paper hands, he was always able to grab the resentful soul hiding deep inside, pull it out, and eat it alive.
Its biting movements became more and more intense, and blood plasma continued to flow out from the corners of its mouth, staining half of the thin paper on its body red.
Qin Nuo looked straight ahead, his mind like a huge rock in a pond, without the slightest fluctuation.
The white mist in front of him gradually dissipated, Qin Nuo's eyes moved slightly, and a doorway became clearer and clearer.
As he stepped out of the door, the biting coldness in his body disappeared.
The corpse on his shoulders became heavier.
Qin Nuo looked at the time, it was exactly the last minute!
When I turned around, I saw a horrifying scene.
A paper-made man stained entirely red with blood stood in the hazy white mist, staring directly at Qin Nuo.
After a moment, it turned around and continued to devour the resentful souls hiding in the depths of the white fog and uttering vicious curses.
"Liao Youwei, I've already said it before. Why bother pretending so hard? There are no great saints in this world. Everyone has seven emotions and six desires."
"Take your blood, paint the eyes on it and make a paper figure. It will be your evil side."
"You tear them apart, chewing them slowly, it's your way of enjoying revenge."
"Their screams are the sounds you long to hear."
Qin Nuo muttered to himself, turned around and carried the corpse out.
When I reached the steps, the middle-aged man was still standing there, and the rickshaw parked on the side was intact.
He turned around and looked at Qin Nuo who was carrying the corpse down, his expression slightly moved.
"I didn't expect it to be such a hard job, boss. I'm just a cart driver. Didn't I say I also have a part-time job as a corpse carrier?" Qin Nuo put Liao Youwei's body on the ground and complained a little.
The middle-aged man's answer was very straightforward. He held out his hand, which contained a stack of silver dollars: "Fifteen silver dollars. The extra is for your hard work."
Qin Nuo grinned: "You're welcome. Next time you need to carry corpses, remember to look for me!"
Having said that, he quickly snatched the stack of silver dollars from his palm.
He even put it to the corner of his mouth and bit it to check it, just like a little money-grubber.
The middle-aged man squatted down, reached out and gently stroked his brother's face.
His purple-black face and wide-open eyes made his deep eyes flicker a few times.
"Brother, it's time to go home."
Qin Nuo looked at it and asked, "Do you need my help to send it back?"
"Of course, this is a separate price."
"No, you can leave now."
The middle-aged man stood up and said lightly.
Qin Nuo thought, could he carry it back by himself?
But he didn't ask any more questions, just nodded, grabbed the handrail, turned and left.
Watching Qin Nuo pulling the rickshaw and disappearing in the thick white fog, the middle-aged man's face remained like a piece of necrotic old tree bark, without any change.
But in a pair of dark eye sockets, the glittering brilliance was gathering little by little.
He squatted down, opened the black leather suitcase in his hand, and took out a black awl from it.
Then, he thrust the cold awl into Liao Youwei's heart!
A heart was taken out and blood dripped out.
It seemed that because of the effect of the black cone, the necrotic heart began to beat again little by little.
A slight gurgling sound echoed in the air.
The middle-aged man looked at the heart in his hand, and his body began to change little by little.
The skin all over his body was covered with cracks like dry soil, and strands of white light seeped out from it.
The skin, like dead skin, fell off quickly.
In just a moment, the middle-aged man turned into a ray of light.
Those empty eyes became bright and lively.
As it surveyed the heart in its hand, it murmured, "The target's heart, one of the repaired fragments, achieved success!"
After saying this, it threw away the black cone in its hand, turned around and walked towards the thick white fog behind it, and in the blink of an eye it merged into it.
On the ground, the black cone rolled slowly, then quickly shattered like the soil...
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