The extended white tentacle-like thing broke a few sections, and the rest began to shrink rapidly. Soon the thing disappeared from the broken wrist, and only the white broken bones were seen.

Ye Xian walked forward quickly and slashed at Uncle Gui's head with a knife. She made a steady and ruthless move. With a click, Uncle Gui's head was split open. The sound was crisp, like a big watermelon thrown from a high place and was broken. Miss Zhang and Xiaoman knew that Uncle Gui had actually died long ago, but when they heard this sound, their hearts stuttered and their teeth became sore.

The dagger in Ye Xian's hand cut the iron like mud, and it was very easy to cut Uncle Gui's head. As soon as the head opened, there was a whistle inside. The white thing was shrinking rapidly, from the original octopus tentacles, it had become as thin as a red spring face.

Ye Xian shouted: "Chen Feiyang, use your real fire."

Chen Feiyang thought to himself, why do I need to use real fire to burn it? Just pick up some firewood and burn it.

Seeing that he was hesitant, Ye Xian pretended not to see it, and turned around and said to Miss Zhang: "Miss, come and see, Uncle Gui's brain is full of this kind of parasitics. This kind of thing has eaten up his brain and planned to replace it. If it is not burned, they will find a new host and continue to harm people."

Miss Zhang looked over and saw that the white things continued to shrink. They turned out to be like Yangchun noodles, but now they looked like the mycelium under the mushrooms, fine and dense. The brain inside was dry like walnut kernels, tightly wrapped by the mycelium-like thing. The thing should have a feeling, and when Ye Xian heard Ye Xian's words, they trembled a few times.

Miss Zhang was frightened and hurriedly shouted: "Mr. Chen, you have great magic power. Think of a way to avoid letting these things escape."

Chen Feiyang is a vixen, so of course he can look at things in the dark. At this moment, seeing Miss Zhang’s face full of anxiety and her eyes looked at him like water, her heart shook with panic. The true fire rose from her hand. He waved it a few times, and the fire suddenly fell on Uncle Gui’s head. The fire suddenly increased. Ye Xian grabbed Miss Zhang and took two steps back. Xiaoman cried and said, “Uncle, Uncle, you can’t be buried in the soil, Uncle.”

Zhao Nan shouted, "Why are you crying? Your uncle's body has been parasitized by that thing. If you don't burn it immediately, you will be parasitized soon. Eat all your brain and become a walking corpse."

Xiaoman was so scared that he stopped crying, rubbed his eyes and wiped away his tears: "Ah? I have been with my uncle these days. Will it be? Could it be that thing has already reached my body? What is God, why is it so evil?"

When the fire burned, Uncle Gui's head was burned and the air was filled with the fragrance of hair and cooked meat.

Xiaoman covered his nose and staggered to the door for a while of dry retching.

Miss Zhang stared at Uncle Gui's body tightly. His head seemed to be alive, twisted, and screamed like crying.

Ye Xian and Zhao Nan also stared at the burning uncle Gui, careful to prevent, worried that the white parasite would take the opportunity to escape.

Sure enough, a thin white line winds out from under Uncle Gui. Zhao Nan leaned over and used a dagger to cut off a little real fire, and quickly threw it onto the white line. The white line screamed in despair: "Help!"

Zhao Nan sneered: "Help, who can save you?"

The speaker was unintentional and the listener was intentional. Ye Xian's eyes flashed and he turned around and rushed to the wing room. The red mat was thrown to the ground. Countless fine mycelium-like things stretched out from the mat were spreading rapidly and were already spreading on the ground.

"Quick, there's still here."

Chen Feiyang was intoxicated by Miss Zhang's admirational gaze. Hearing this, he moved over as fast as possible, and several real fires burned.

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Chen Feiyang was intoxicated by Miss Zhang's admirational gaze. Hearing this, he moved over as fast as possible, and several real fires burned.

The red mat was surrounded by real fire, and a slight sound was made. A smoke rose immediately, and the burnt fragrance of flesh was everywhere. The mat was indeed made of thin human skin. Miss Zhang covered her nose, and her heart was full of twists and turns. She was really afraid.

She just wanted to know why her father pretended to die back then, whose body was sent, and how Mr. Yuan died. But now, everything is getting more and more messy. She finally caught a little thread and pulled it down along the thread. The thread was entangled. Uncle Gui's death was not independent, but a link in this thread. So in this messy situation, what role did her father, Dashuai Zhang, play? What is important is whether he was parasitized?

Thinking of this, Miss Zhang screamed and looked at Ye Xian: "My father's head!"

She took away the fake Mr. Yuan's head from the Yuan family, soaked it in special potions, and worshipped it on the ancestral tablets of her family for sacrifice. In the past few days, she learned that the head of her father was originally her father, so she chose another cemetery to bury it.

Ye Xian also thought of this: "You have packed the head in a wooden box for so long and there is no problem. The head should not be parasitized."

Miss Zhang then breathed a sigh of relief. She accidentally cut off the head of her biological father and burned the body to death with water. Although it was caused by a misunderstanding, how could she feel at ease as a child? If the head was also changed and was burned like this, she could not forgive herself. At this moment, she heard Ye Xian say that the head had not changed after being exposed for so long, so she breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, an almost thin silk suddenly stretched out from the burning red mat, shaking and heading straight for Chen Feiyang.

Chen Feiyang was proudly immersed in Miss Zhang's admiring gaze, not noticed it at all. Zhao Nan shouted and pushed Chen Feiyang away. The thin silk quickly penetrated into Zhao Nan's eyes. Miss Zhang saw it clearly and exclaimed, "Mr. Zhao Nan."

Zhao Nan waved his hand and signaled not to speak.

Ye Xian stared at Zhao Nan's actions, his face showing unprecedented seriousness.

After a while, Zhao Nan shouted: "Go and get some salt!"

Xiaoman let out a thud, turned around and ran towards the kitchen.

"Salt, here." Xiaoman came out holding a can of salt.

Zhao Nan reached out and grabbed a handful of salt, and covered his backhand with his back. Chen Feiyang was startled: "If you crawl in and pull it out, you won't be too good to pickle salted bacon with your own eyes?"

After all, Miss Zhang had studied and asked worriedly: "It must be very painful, right?"

Zhao Nan covered himself with salt for a long time, let go of his hand, and the salt powder fell one after another. Zhao Nan reached out and pulled it a few times at the end of his eyes, pulling out a thin and long line.

"It turns out that this thing needs to enter through the eyes, and it takes a lot of moisture to grow up."

Ye Xian took the thread from him and nodded and said, "Fortunately you reacted quickly. I immediately guessed that this thing was to get moisture when you drilled into your eyes."

Zhao Nan smiled and said, "It seems that the walking corpse has been controlled by this thing. If this is the legendary eternal life, it would be very bad. The brain and body are controlled by parasitics. What kind of bullshit eternal life is this."

Ye Xian smiled: "No wonder, eternal life is eternal parasite. Who cares about what is born in the body?"
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