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Chapter 48 The Wild Beaver
Mao Shan Wood Factory.

Secretly watching the bald man and the proprietress walk into a small wooden house, Zhao Sanyuan sat under a tree trunk with his eyes closed and thought.

"Old Liu."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know how many times a year Mu Gang pays wages?"

"It seems like twice. Many gangs pay once every six months and then take a few months off."

"Then do you know how many trees a wood gang of more than a hundred people can cut down every day?"

"I really don't understand this. If we have a team of five people, we have to cut dozens of them every day, right? Otherwise, we definitely won't make any money."

Zhao Sanyuan nodded slightly, stood up and walked towards the wooden house.

This frightened Liu Mangfan so much that he quickly grabbed Zhao Sanyuan's wrist.

"Brother, are you crazy? If we really make a big fuss, those big men of the Mu Gang will be beaten to death by us?"

Zhao Sanyuan shook his head, "There is no more Mu Gang."

Simple five words.

It was as if Liu Mangfan was seeing a purgatory-like mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Combining Zhao Sanyuan's question just now, he became acutely aware of the meaning behind these words.

Is it
He swallowed and followed Zhao Sanyuan, quickly finding the donkey cart filled with large wine jars.

A certain rationality and a bone-deep chill reminded Liu Mangfan not to look, but in the end he still could not overcome his curiosity.

There is no mud seal on the wine jar, so you can clearly see what's inside.

"Ugh-"

When Liu Mangfan was frightened, Zhao Sanyuan immediately covered his mouth, signaling with his eyes to keep quiet.

Even so, Zhao Sanyuan's face still looked ugly.

How exactly should a person be folded and twisted before he can be forced into a wine jar?

The answer to this question is right before our eyes.

I saw that the wine jar was filled to the brim with people, and their deaths were extremely miserable, with their skins skinned from top to bottom.

Not only were the twisted and folded skinless human corpses, some wine jars were filled with blood, rotten flesh and internal organs, and some wine jars were filled with bundles of human skin rolls.

You can clearly see the weird, empty expression on the human skin's face.

Zhao Sanyuan frowned and rummaged through the human skin.

Fortunately, no dumbfounded human skin was found.

Then he made a gesture to Liu Mangfan to go to the wooden house to observe the situation.

There was no intention of starting a fight this time, the fundamental purpose was to find clues that stunned the eyes.

As long as he is not found in the wood factory, or even his body, [-]% of it is still in the carriage shop.

Liu Mangfan suddenly waved vigorously, his face impatient, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

Without thinking much, Zhao Sanyuan thought he had found some clue, so he carefully touched the window and looked in.

There were no oil lamps lit in the wooden house at this time, but the moonlight was bright tonight, allowing Zhao Sanyuan to clearly see everything inside.

The bald man with corpse oil was leaning on the bed and smoking a cigarette, with an expression of great enjoyment.

The proprietress lay naked on top of him and said something.

After a few words, the landlady stood up with a sweet smile, and the sheets slipped off, revealing a large area of ​​white snow.

She stood in front of the mirror, combing her long hair with her fingers, while ogling her bald head and posing.

But the next moment, her glorious and rosy face began to wrinkle.

Instead of cutting her hair, she was using both hands to remove her own skin from the back of her head!
The sound of flesh tearing apart bit by bit makes you never want to hear it again.

Zhao Sanyuan watched helplessly as the proprietress peeled off the human skin, and all that came out was rotten meat and internal organs. The smell was just like the rancid bedding in the carriage shop.Beneath the glamorous and seductive appearance, the reality hidden is so shocking!

A lazy cry sounded.

A big civet cat jumped out of human skin onto the bed, stretching its waist gracefully, its body covered in blood.

The bald man happily picked up the civet cat and walked out of the wooden house. He took out a piece of human skin that was still dripping with blood from a large wine jar on the donkey cart, and then brushed it repeatedly with corpse oil.

When the inside and outside of the human skin were completely soaked with corpse oil, he took a large colander to fish out the rancid internal organs and carrion from another wine jar, and hummed a little tune and stuffed it into the brand new human skin.

When it was stuffed up to the neck, the big civet cat jumped in. The inside of the human skin, which was stuffed with carrion and internal organs, was rapidly bulging and sunken.

The strange thing is that as time goes by, the appearance of human skin is no different from that of ordinary people. It is tight and smooth, and can be broken by blows.

When he turned around to face the bald head, he saw exactly what the former landlady looked like.

But her complexion is much better than usual, like that of a young girl in her twenties and eighties.

Zhao Sanyuan had never heard of such sorcery.

Obviously, the wild raccoon is the essence of this technique. It must have been practiced for a lot of time. With the blessing of this technique, there is no difference in appearance at all, and even the spiritual fire on the forehead can be ignited.

No wonder the two male cats on the wall stood up and started giggling when they saw it. Species attract.

It is precisely because of this that Zhao Sanyuan has never noticed anything strange about it.

But everything has pros and cons. Considering that it needs to replace human skin, it is estimated that the time limit for replacement must be very short, otherwise there would be no need to kill so many people to whitewash its surface.

That's right, Zhao Sanyuan almost concluded that almost all the residents who lived in the carriage and horse shop were murdered. This explains why the damaged horseshoes of the pack horses in Ma Pengli have not been replaced for a long time, because there is no need to replace them at all, and the owners are all fucked died.

I thought that the stand-in ghost was crazy enough, but it turned out that he had underestimated this human world.

As he was thinking, he saw the boss's wife and the bald head starting a second round of hand-to-hand fighting next to the donkey cart.

Liu Mangfan, who already knew that the landlady was actually a wild raccoon, couldn't bear it any longer. He vomited out bile, which showed how much he was stimulated.

Like rotten flesh entrails wrapped in human skin?

With the wild raccoon that I don’t know where to cultivate?
No matter who it is, Liu Mangfan can't bear it, because only a living person can extract corpse oil, and the bald head is undoubtedly a living person. It is a good psychological endurance to not be completely frightened to such an extremely disgusting and weird scene.

But the sound of vomiting and vomiting was naturally loud.

The human-skinned raccoon boy and the bald man suddenly looked up, their eyes extremely sharp, showing murderous intent.

When he saw that it was Zhao Sanyuan, Renpilizi was overjoyed and said with a sweet smile: "Hey~ isn't this the handsome young man who came before me? Why do you miss your sister? Why bother to go to all the troubles? We can't stay together these two days. Keep it for you."

If he didn't know its essence, a normal man standing here would be dizzy and distracted. The confusion and temptation are too strong.

Zhao Sanyuan walked out of the shadows, his expression as usual.

Now that he's been discovered, there's nothing to hide. Even if he sneaks back to the carriage shop, he'll probably be caught up on his heels.

"Deng Yan, who is traveling with me, is he fascinated by you?"

The man-pipe raccoon man pretended to be thinking, and suddenly realized: "Oh, that driver, he came into my house last night, he was so happy."

it is as expected!
Zhao Sanyuan sighed helplessly.

It is your own fault that you will not survive. If you had not been blinded by desire, you might have been able to escape this disaster.

"Give me a living one, give me a dead one. After handing him over, I can pretend that I didn't see anything. If you want to make a fuss every day and open a black shop, just go on and go your own way."

The human-skinned raccoon boy was startled for a moment, then burst out laughing, as if he had heard a big joke.

The same goes for the bald man next to him, who looked at Zhao Sanyuan with both pity and mockery in his eyes.

"Handsome young man, you can't leave tonight. Let's have fun with my sister first, and then I will peel off your skin myself. At your age, this skin can last at least half a month."

Zhao Sanyuan raised his eyebrows, but before he could speak, the familiar breath whizzed away.

Out of temper?
The python Qingyan who rushed out was even more explosive than him.

No nonsense at all, just start fighting!
(End of this chapter)