As he spoke, he took off a string of beads from his neck and counted them one by one. It was obvious that he was not good at math. He couldn't count to ten, and there were still seven or eight to go.
He put the beads on Yan Bao's neck. They didn't look like bodhi, but were patinated with silk, and had a bit of oiliness. "Don't be afraid, they are all your sisters. In the future, your bones will also be strung with them."
Yan Bao shuddered, staring at the string of bones on his neck with wide eyes, only then did he realize that they were human bones.
Seeing her grim expression, the old pervert laughed heartily: "You are very smart. I didn't even tell you, but you guessed that these are human bones?"
Yan Bao moved his lips: Pervert!
The old pervert deliberately listened attentively: "What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you."
Without waiting for Yan Bao to spit, he continued, "Oh, you want to string your own skull on it too? Sure!"
Yan Bao suddenly felt as if his neck weighed a thousand pounds.
Skull?
This guy deserves to die.
Not only did they torture and kill them, they also ground their skulls into bone necklaces and wore them around their necks.
"Are you scared?" The old pervert liked to see people frightened.
He especially likes the sight of a weak, pitiful, helpless little girl at the mercy of others, with her cute little face crying: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you are so cute, I will let you live a little longer, as long as you are good!"
Looking at the big hand stretched out by the old pervert, Yan Bao curled her lips. The substitute talismans she had saved could finally come in handy.
As he put his hands around his neck, the substitute talisman disappeared.
The old pervert only felt his breathing quicken, as if someone was strangling him.
He was clearly pinching the little girl's delicate neck, and with a snap, he could break it.
Why would he strangle himself?
The old pervert is panicking!
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