Sixty-seventh bowl of soup (1)

He witnessed the fire with his own eyes and even felt it empathy, as if the female ghost who was burned by the flames was her own curled up into a ball when she left the host's body. She held her head, whispered in a low voice, and her tone was gloomy and urgent: "I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it...I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it anymore-"

It was the fire she opened her eyes, but it was the fire she closed her eyes.

Those two madmen who opened their eyes, and those two madmen who closed their eyes were still the ones.

Maybe she was crazy, but she just didn't realize it.

The pipa made a controversial sound beside her, and the strings trembled slightly. Unfortunately, there was nothingness here, and it still could not move.

The female ghost trembled like this for a long time, so long that even Mo Ze of Naihe Bridge thought she couldn't stand it and was about to give up. She stretched out her trembling hand and grabbed the pipa, and then found the driftwood like a person who fell into the water, holding it tightly in her arms. She is now a ghost body, but as the memory recovers, her body gradually becomes complete.

There are countless evil ghosts in the Forgetful River. She is the most complete of the five selected ghosts. She has basically not suffered much damage on her body, but she looks particularly rugged. The ghost hand has become white and tender like a cream, complementing the white bone pipa. She is obviously so painful, but she still grits her teeth and holds it back.

She wants to go back.

This is her obsession.

Even if you know what you are about to face after you go back, you have to go back even if you don’t know the future. No matter what, you have to go back.

However, before she could completely calm herself down, her eyes went dark and she felt like she was trapped in a body - a very cold body.

She could only notice that she had a physical body now, but she could not feel any external factors, and she could not even move her entire body.

Until a pill was stuffed into his mouth, the female ghost slowly opened her eyes uncontrollably, and her eyes were filled with a handsome and thin face, with delicate facial features and beautiful eyebrows, but she had an extremely sick white feeling, like a dying person.

But obviously, that just looks.

The wide black robe was worn on him, as if it was covered with a large bed sheet, with black eyes and blood-red lips. After he fed the elixir to the female ghost, he used two fingers to spread her eyelids.

The female ghost found that her eyes could not move.

"It's still not possible... why can't it still not..." The pathological young man said this, sounding very anxious, but in fact he had a strange and excited light shining in his eyes. It seemed that facing such a difficult problem as a female ghost was not enough to make him angry, but rather a challenge.

The female ghost didn't know what he was doing, and she didn't notice that the other party picked her up - it was a hell. If it weren't for the change in the direction of her eyes, she wouldn't have any feelings at all!

She was carried to the edge of a huge bathtub. The water in the bathtub was black, and it emitted the stench of even ghosts being smoked. From time to time, a few small bubbles popped up inside, shaped like boiling water. Then the young man put her in. The female ghost was still unaware of anything until he spread her chin and stuffed another pill. Then as time passed, the female ghost gradually realized that her limbs became soft - before that, she was as hard as a stone.

Or maybe... it's not a stone.

It's a corpse.

A dead body.

I don’t know how long I soaked, but the young man came over again. He first pinched her face, then touched her body all the way down. Seeing that the muscles had become soft like living things, he nodded with satisfaction: “Get up.”

For some reason, the female ghost couldn't help but follow his instructions, and her body was completely out of control.

She left the bathtub naked and stood straight in front of the young man. The sick young man narrowed his eyes slightly and "kneel down."

She did as she did.

"Get up."

“Squat down.”

“Turn around.”

"Give me the dagger on the table."

Rather than using the female ghost, it is more like testing her soft texture for normal use.

After taking the dagger, the sick young man gently stroked the female ghost's shoulder. The female ghost subconsciously looked down and looked at it. The dagger was extremely sharp, and a hole appeared in her skin, slowly a trace of black blood flowed out.

...As sure, it's a corpse.

The young man used some method to control her body and make her a slave to him. He never said the commands and could not control his own body. He even had to receive orders for every move. Apart from thoughts, nothing was her own.

What method is in this world that can turn a corpse into a living puppet?

Seeing that black blood was leaking, the young man was immediately unhappy. He pinched the female ghost here and there, and said for a while: "That's all we can do..."

After saying that, he turned around and continued to do his own thing, and left her here without caring about her. Obviously, for him, the female ghost was just a corpse, although it was moving and soft - but it was just a corpse after all.

The young man was busy for a long time... It was not until the sky gradually became dark that he snapped his fingers as if he was remembering something. Then the female ghost saw two servants walking in from outside, holding food in their hands, but - she found something was wrong. The two walked stiffly and mechanically, with their eyes dull looking straight ahead, not like living people at all, but -

It's actually a corpse!

How come there are so many corpses here?!

She was uneasy because she didn't know how to leave here at all. She was very clear about the tasks she wanted to complete. However, if she kept this state, it would be useless no matter how clear she was! She couldn't control her body at all, and couldn't even say anything!

The young man waved his hand to let the two zombies go out, and only she and the young man were left in the room. The female ghost couldn't help but try to control her body, but it was all in vain. She tried to speak again, but no matter how hard she tried, she didn't even move her lips. This made her a little anxious. The young man just lowered his head and ate the noodles, but accidentally swept her in surprise.

The female ghost was so alert that the young man curled his mouth and looked over. He pinched her chin and stared at her eyes and looked again and again. It was his illusion that he really felt something flashing in the zombie's eyes.

He ordered her: "Blink."

The female ghost blinked uncontrollably. If the young man did not give her orders, she would not even be able to move her eyes.

It's like a manipulated puppet.

"Living? Dead?"

The female ghost wanted to tell him that she was alive, but she didn't know how to express it at all. Until the young man hesitated for a few seconds, he turned over and went to the medicine cabinet beside him for a while, and finally took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out a pill from it, and muttered as he walked: "This is the Ten Thousand Corpse Pill I have refined for ten years. This one is the only one. If it doesn't work, wouldn't it be a pity..."

But he remembered that he had refined so many zombies, and this was the only one with soft skin and emotions. Although it was very likely that it was his illusion, for a drug-making maniac like a young man, even if it was a little possibility, he would still explore it.

The female ghost was forced to swallow the pill. The pill entered her throat and her internal organs were like fire. The pain seemed to be burned, which made her feel slight ah sound.

The young man's eyes lit up: "It's really alive!"

Then the female ghost became a treasure. His shiny eyes looked much more energetic. He picked up the female ghost with great joy, put it on the bed, staring at her with glittering eyes: "Do you still remember your name?"

The female ghost was able to barely make a sound after taking the pill, and her body was still under control, but she still said with difficulty: "No...remember...remember..."

She really doesn't know who her body is.

Because it is obvious that this is not the real host, it is just a temporary container.

The young man looked at her again and again, but after a while, when he found that the female ghost could only make a sound no matter what, he showed a disappointed expression.

I thought I had lived completely... It was a miracle. You should know that this woman has been dead for more than three months. It would be interesting if she could survive. Although she can speak now, she is like a newborn baby intermittently and doesn't remember anything...

This made him a little unhappy.

A waste of a corpse pill.

"stand up."

The female ghost stood up uncontrollably and was punished by the young man to stand aside, "Get water to wash my feet."

Her body did not belong to her at all, but was controlled by the young man. When she left the door, she saw a living corpse standing in the yard every ten steps, quietly as if it were grass and trees, her vision had not changed. Even if the female ghost appeared in front of her was a beautiful woman with a beautiful and naked body, they did not react, and they did not even look at her eyelids.

If you die, you will die. Even if you can walk around and do things, your body will not rot, but you will still die.

The female ghost went to the well in the yard to draw water. The young man ordered her to draw water, so she could not do anything except the necessary actions and could not take her eyes off the well.

When she returned to the room, she automatically knelt to the young man. He sat on the bed, flipping through an old medical book that was ragged and yellow.

The female ghost stretched out her hands, and she could see these hands, tender and soft, as white as jade. She could see that she had never done any rough work before, and was raised like pearls and jade. However, at this moment she lifted up the hem of the young man's robe and found that he had only put on a robe on his body, and he was tall and thin, so he looked so empty and thin.

He picked up the young man's feet and put them in a basin, lowered his head and washed them carefully, and washed each toe clean. If it weren't for his own hands, the female ghost wouldn't believe that one day he would do such a thing.

She wanted to resist, but her body was out of control.
Chapter completed!