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Li Xiaohei rubbed my leg, obediently climbed up the pillar along the beam, and hid himself in the darkness.

The door was pushed open completely, and a man walked in with his legs raised.

I leaned back in my chair and squinted my eyes, pretending that I was still in a coma.

This man smelled fishy.

It doesn't smell of blood, but of oil.

I smelled this smell in the kitchen of my boss's family.

Didn't you just eat it?

The other party's eyes swept around the three people who were tied up.

squeak--

He pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Stop pretending."

It's the boss's voice.

No one moved around him, and the room was quiet.

"There's no point in pretending, none of you can escape." The boss seemed to smile disdainfully.

Does this mean that you are going to reveal your trump card?

"Why are you arresting me!"

Qiao Shan opened her eyes first and shouted bitterly.

I also opened my eyes one after another.

The boss is sitting opposite us, next to the big work table.

His broken body was almost repaired, and the skin all over his body was covered with fine stitches.

The legs and brain that I had smashed became full again.

The broken arm was also reattached, but the piece of skin that was reattached was obviously different from the original skin.

There is color difference.

The color is whiter, and the hands are not his original hands.

The phalanges are well-proportioned and the skin is delicate, looking more like the hands of a pampered young master.

"Why?" The boss looked at Qiao Shan and sneered, "It's just bad luck for you. You came here by yourself."

"Why are you doing these things?" Qiao Shan shouted angrily.

"To survive."

The boss's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing.

"Stay alive?" Qiao Shan laughed angrily, "Are you still living like this? What's the point of living like this?"

"Living is meaning." The boss said it very matter of fact.

Qiao Shan was stunned.

Then, she laughed painfully.

"I'm sick!"

"Why did I come? After all the hard work, I got such a ridiculous result!"

"Treat it like this is your life."

The boss's eyes were very indifferent. He stood up and walked to Qiao Shan, stretched out two hands with different skin colors, pulled out her hair, and looked at the wound on the top of her head.

"Fortunately, the breach is here, and I can still block it with my hair, but it's just not perfect and doesn't meet the old man's requirements."

he muttered softly.

Qiao Shan was trembling all over.

"However, I can use your skin to repair the child's mother and penis."

"The tinkering should be enough. Let's survive first."

Qiao Shan's face turned pale, her lips were trembling, and she couldn't say a word.

After the boss checked her, he turned to look at me again.

His eyes suddenly turned to hatred.

His eyes fell on my neck.

"Very good. Your skin is also torn. The old man won't want it. You can just be used to repair my eldest son!"

He smiled sinisterly.

"Our family will be reunited soon."

"And you, hehe."

"The bones are very strong, good for building new houses."

His eyes were without any warmth, and his hatred slowly receded, leaving only his indifference to life.

I remained silent and did not respond to him.

He smiled contemptuously, probably thinking that I had given up my resistance and stopped looking at me.

at last.

The boss turned to look at Fangfang with mockery and gloating in his expression.

"What I don't understand the most is you."

"Can't you live a good life?"

"Why are you making trouble?"

Fangfang lowered her head and remained silent, wondering what she was thinking.

To this day, I still don't know her true identity.

But she was tied up like me, showing that she was still alive.

A living person mixed with human skin.

"Only your skin is intact. No matter what sweet words you use this time, the old man will not keep you."

"After tonight, you can truly become one of us."

Hearing this, Fangfang's head dropped lower.

I felt her fear.

The boss calmed down his expression with satisfaction, turned back to the workbench, and carefully listed the tools.

I looked at his back.

Now I don't care if Fangfang is human or anything else.

Who is the old man he talks about?

Could it be that the so-called old man was the initiator of everything?

The tools collided together, making a soft ding-ding-dong-dong sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was frightening.

"You monsters!" Qiao Shan cursed with a trembling voice.

"Don't be anxious, the first one will start with you." The boss said expressionlessly.

"You can't do this to me! Don't you know who I am?" Tears flowed from Qiao Shan's eyes.

"You are just a skin, there is no difference in my eyes."

The boss didn't stop holding his hands, and even his tone was light.

"You can't do this to me. Take a good look at me. Do you really not remember me at all?"

Qiao Shan shouted in pain and urgency.

"Be quiet, the old man doesn't like too much noise." The boss was a little impatient.

"You really can't remember anything?" Qiao Shan gritted her teeth hard, tears like broken beads.

"You have completely turned into monsters, all of you are monsters!"

"Why did I find such a truth after searching so hard for my life experience?"

Qiao Shan lowered her head and cried.

life experience?

I turned to look at her.

Could she really be the child who survived the skinning incident?

"No matter what reason you are here, since you are here, now this is your life! Do you understand?"

The boss laid out his tools and turned to glare at Qiao Shan coldly.

"I also want to tell you a few more words because you can be of some use."

"The old man doesn't have such a good temper."

Qiao Shan was still crying bitterly.

"Why is that? Why."

"It seems that I have to shut you up before the old man comes." The boss frowned, picked a sharp leather knife from among the tools, and walked towards Qiao Shan.

Qiao Shan suddenly raised her head and looked at her boss intently.

Behind the tears is anger and resentment.

The boss had no expression on his face, and he made gestures with the leather knife on Qiao Shan's face, then pointed the knife at the wound on the top of his head.

Qiao Shan shook her head in great pain.

The boss clamped Qiao Shan's face with his hand so that she could not move.

"I am your daughter," Qiao Shan closed her eyes in pain and cried hoarsely.

The leather knife rested on top of his head.

The boss was stunned for a moment, staring at Qiao Shan's face again and again, showing a suspicious and complicated expression.

"You can't remember anything, can you?"

"Then why remind me of all this?"

"What bullshit fate!"

"I would rather not know anything. At least if I die that way, it won't be as painful as now."

The boss let go of Qiao Shan's face, frowned and muttered: "My daughter?"

Qiao Shan opened her eyes.

"My real name is Pi Xiufang."