The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 1155 Strange Incident of the Xiong Family ([-])

Chapter 1173

Thoughts miserable?Psychological shadow?
Damn, are you here to joke with me?

I think I have been a ghost doctor for ten years or so, what kind of ghosts and monsters have I never seen?I have seen countless dead bodies, such as dismembered corpses, vomiting blood, drowned, choked to death, strangled to death, and stabbed to death. I have never seen any miserable images. ?
You actually told me that your image is miserable, you don't need to say hello in advance to scare me here, right?
I immediately patted my chest and said to Huang Zongliang: "Although I am timid, don't scare me, just come out at ease. I have seen zombies before, so I am afraid of your image?"

I realized that my words were a bit tough, so I paused and added three words.

"However, if your image is not good, I can really heal it. I have made a mask called a human skin ghost mask for people before. It is specially used for ghosts. I guarantee that after you use it, your face will be like a crown jade. Go out and hook up Female ghost, that's absolutely awesome."

I tried my best to sell my Human Skin Ghost Mask, it is also an exclusive skill after all, it is simply the best choice for disguise.

Huang Zongliang poked his neck and said, "Mask? I'm afraid it won't work well! Are you really not afraid of my image?"

I'm going, is this true to me?

I waved my hand: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't whine."

Huang Zongliang sighed, turned around to look, walked to the edge of the kang, and went directly to the kang.

I stood there waiting in a daze. Although I saw Miao Guihua's body shaking twice, I didn't see Huang Zongliang's soul coming out.

Not seeing his soul doesn't mean he doesn't exist. The first thing I heard was a low cry.

The sobbing and sobbing sound echoed in the room vaguely, and it would have been frightening to be another person.

Why is there a prelude to this?It's quite tall.

I thought about it in my heart and rubbed my fingers, only to find that my palms were a little wet.

I actually broke out in a sweat. Sure enough, nothing is scary. The unknown is the scariest thing.

I waited anxiously for Huang Zongliang's appearance. Suddenly, I felt a gust of cool wind blowing on the back of my neck, and the low sobbing sound also sounded behind me.

I turned around slowly and saw a figure with its back to me.

I rely on!Are you really giving me enough foreplay, is the climax coming soon?

However, it is really interesting!

Huang Zongliang's back is slightly bent, his back is facing me, weeping softly, I can see that he is wearing a prison uniform, a gray prison uniform.

Don't ask me how I know he is wearing a prison uniform. There is a big white circle drawn on the back of his clothes, and the word 'prison' is written inside.

The trousers are gray cloth trousers with missing legs, the ankles are exposed, and a pair of straw sandals are worn under the feet.

This Huang Zongliang turned out to be a prisoner.

Looking at his head, a head of messy hair was scattered on his head, and behind his head, a large red patch was directly stuck to his neck.There is still a lot of mud on it, looking extremely scarlet and miserable.

Is this a broken head?

Even if the back of the head is broken, it won't be so scary that I dare not look at it, right?
I was actually a little faintly excited, and wanted to see what Huang Zongliang's so-called miserable face looked like, bah, I'm so perverted.

The low whimpering sound continued, I tilted my head, hoping to see his face in anticipation and fear, and the first thing I saw when I tilted my head was the profile of his blood-stained face.

It's normal, nothing scary.

As soon as such a thought came to my mind, Huang Zongliang turned his head.

Damn, I just felt my heart skip a beat, I was really taken aback.

At this time, I finally knew that Huang Zongliang was really kind to me. He didn't deliberately come out to scare me, and he kindly reminded me, otherwise, I would definitely be startled by this guy.

Because his face at this time was really full of fear.

Huang Zongliang's eyes were wide and round, and the resentment and unwillingness in his eyes fully showed how miserable he was before his death.

There was a bloody hole on his forehead and neck, and the blood-black wounds carried a strange bloody breath.It was as if a bullet had penetrated and exploded, and the brains and blood sprayed all over his face and neck.

Strips of blood flowed down, turning purple-black. From the forehead, to the nostrils, to the mouth, and then to the neck, the four pitch-black holes were bleeding out, coupled with his unwilling and vicious face, I can no longer imagine how terrifying this face was at the beginning.

Especially this guy is still crying here, it makes me unbearable.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I, I'm so wronged, I can't control it, I have to cry for a while every time I play, you, don't mind."

Huang Zongliang wiped his nose and said.

I raised my hand with difficulty and wiped the sweat from the tip of my nose: "Did you get shot? Did you escape from prison, or did you commit a capital crime?"

It's okay if I don't say it, but when I said it, Huang Zongliang cried louder, and it turned into a howling posture.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The cry directly penetrated the wall and spread outside, like a gust of wind blowing.

"How did you die? Why did you make such a fuss? Say it quickly, you're going to kill me!"

I am now more and more interested in the cause of his death.

This wound looked like a gun bang, and it was a very powerful gun.But looking at his prison uniform and his long hair, he should be from the late Qing Dynasty, because his long hair is loose and has traces of being braided.

His forehead was shaved and shiny, and he was obviously from the late Qing Dynasty.

There was no AK47 in that era, what kind of gun can beat people into such a miserable appearance?Unless the gun was extremely close to his head.

Besides, even if Huang Zongliang was a death row prisoner, he wouldn't be able to shoot so close, right?

The key question is, even if you make him a skin ghost mask, it can't stop his honor!

This plastic surgery is not enough, it needs plastic surgery!
Huang Zongliang pointed to his forehead and neck and said: "I didn't deserve to die. They asked me to die for others. They shot me seven times, but they didn't hit me. These two shots were shot against the head."

I turned my face slightly: "Seven shots? Didn't hit you?"

Huang Zongliang said suspiciously: "No, they are all like meteors, flying past my ears, I can even hear the sound of the bullets."

I grinned: "What a broken gun, the accuracy is so poor?"

Huang Zongliang jumped up all of a sudden: "Poor accuracy? That's a three-eighth cover, and the executioners are all famous sharpshooters."

I was speechless, three or eight big cover?Seven guns didn't die?That's really unfair.

(End of this chapter)