Death Inquisitor

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Countless maggots came out of his body and began to squirm in various places on his body.

The remaining internal organs in his body have become the favorite place for maggots at this time.

His body began to melt away bit by bit, turning into pus.

In this process, he endured unimaginable pain. It was as if his whole body had been soaked in sulfuric acid.

But he couldn't scream now because his throat had been completely corroded by maggots.

There was no good piece of meat in his body.

Even, over time. His soul began to wither little by little.

It was an indescribable painful feeling, as if one's own body was getting older. A day for others is a lifetime for him.

His soul, along with his body, was finally devoured completely. Disappear in this world.

"Ding, the trial is completed, Huang Mingquan, the fear value is 587, and the despair value is 633."

"Under comprehensive evaluation..."

"Ding, Death Judge Ye Chen received an S-level evaluation, and was awarded 6,000 points, 1,500,000 cash, and a permanent skill: Incarnation Technique!"

Ye Chen, who turned off the live broadcast, stood up. It was already past four in the morning.

After washing up in the bathroom, he walked into the bedroom and got into the warm bed.

Holding Liang Yin's slightly bulging belly, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was already noon.

The sun was shining just right, and Liang Yin was still lying next to him. It seemed that in the end, she did not twist Wang Fang and began to take maternity leave.

Liang Yin did not wake up, although he walked out of the bedroom alone, washed up, and entered the study again.

When he sat down, a screen that only he could see appeared in front of him.

The screen lit up, and a man carrying a drawing board appeared on the screen.

He Xuliu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the village getting closer, with a smile on his face.

He is a slightly famous painter who specializes in painting weird and bloody paintings. This time he came here to seek a breakthrough.

He had already made arrangements before coming here, so when he walked into the village, he easily found a vacant small western-style building.

This is the house he rented online. Since there are very few people here, even this three-story small foreign-style building is very big. The rent is not expensive either.

Pushing open the door to the courtyard, He Xuliu walked in. The small foreign-style building looks very new, and it probably didn't take long to build.

He Xuliu moved very quickly. He opened the door of the small foreign-style building with the key he had prepared in advance, and then walked into the living room.

Perhaps because he was coming soon, the place had been cleaned and looked very clean.

He Xuliu, who was eager to start working, put the small suitcase in his hand in the living room and went out carrying the drawing board.

Most of the terrain here is hilly, so there are no mountains that are too high. As he walked along, He Xuliu saw a lot of villagers, but they were all elderly people.

He Xuliu didn't think there was anything wrong. In a place like this with little financial resources, it was very normal for young people to go out to work.

It's just that He Xuliu felt that the old people here didn't like seeing strangers coming. As long as he passed in front of them, the old people would have walked away before he said hello.

Obviously he didn't want to have anything to do with him.

This situation surprised He Xuliu, but he didn't think much about it. None of this was a big deal to him.

The most important thing is to quickly find something that can stimulate his inspiration. If this continues, He Xuliu feels like he is going crazy.

He is a painter who relies on blood and violence to create his works, but no one likes to see what he painted anymore.

The same paintings can no longer attract others, so his only choice is to break through from another angle and seek a new style.

Perhaps it was his first time to come into contact with such a place. He Xuliu, who was searching outside the village, quickly found something that could stimulate his inspiration.

This is a deserted cemetery without any tombstones, and it looks more like a mass grave. This time period has just passed the Qingming Festival, so there are still many soul-calling flags hanging on these graves.

Even in the sunshine, a place like this can still make people feel very eerie.

But He Xuliu didn't mind this kind of atmosphere at all. What he needed now was this kind of stimulation. He even started drawing on these graves with a drawing board.

The weather in this season is very changeable, especially in mountainous and forest areas. One moment it is bright and sunny, and the next moment it becomes dark.

The change in light made He Xuliu raise his head. He looked at the sky, which seemed to be about to rain. He hesitated for a while, and then he felt that he had taken out the small flashlight he had prepared in his pocket.

After turning on the flashlight, he bit it in his mouth. He continued to draw. For him, this was a rare opportunity.

If we don’t seize this opportunity, maybe we won’t have such inspiration when we come to this place next time.

As time goes by

As he moved, the movements of his hands became faster and faster.

By the time he was done, it was drizzling. The cold wind blew over him, and he shivered involuntarily.

He put away the drawing board and hugged it inside his coat. He began to run towards the village with all his strength.

His painting was stained with some rain, and he had to get back to his residence as soon as possible to deal with it.

It was not raining when he came, so the road was relatively easy to walk. But after the rain, the road was all muddy.

He ran with one foot deep and one foot shallow, stumbling. His physical strength was consumed very quickly.

Before he ran far, he was out of breath. People like him who have been painting in the studio for many years are indeed not in good physical condition.

Helplessly, He Xuliu had to slow down his speed and walked towards his residence step by step.

When he saw the grave he had just painted again, his face suddenly changed.

He thought that if he went straight along that road, he would be able to return to the village in a short time, but he didn't expect that he would be back again.

In such gloomy weather, if you really get lost, it will be a very troublesome thing.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and found that his mobile phone had no signal at this time.

This made his face look even uglier. If the mobile phone has no signal, it means that if something really goes wrong, he can't even call for help. ..

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