With a clang, the sharp knife in Lao Meng's hand fell to the ground. Dali turned around and said, "Lao Meng, if you don't know what you mean, you don't plan to help me carry the noodles bag."

Lao Meng smiled, his smile was terrible.

"Open the door, Lao Meng, why don't you open the door? What bad things are you doing inside?"

6 The teacher banged and the door knocked loudly. Lao Meng was worried that he would wake up someone else, so he just touched the door with his hand, but he hesitated again.

God knows whether the one standing outside is... a person or something. But if the door doesn't open, it will make everyone in the alley. There is still a stew of human bone soup in my own pot. Forget it, I have killed him twice anyway, so what can I do if I come here a few more times?

Thinking of this, Lao Meng made up his mind and closed his eyes and opened the door.

"What are you doing? How can you open the door?" With the faint moonlight, you can see the gentle and calm face of the 6 teachers. The face was as calm as a mirror, but Lao Meng was frightened. What is this? A person cannot be killed twice, and his bones were boiled and then appeared again. What is he?

Lao Meng touched the sharp knife hanging around his waist, became bolder and said coldly: "Since you are here, come in."

6 The teacher walked in and saw Dali standing at the back door and smiled and said, "What, is this asking Dali to carry the noodles bag again?"

The word "One" shocked Lao Meng, while Dali said silly: "Yes, Lao Meng asked me to do some work."

6 The teacher nodded and walked towards the big stove. Lao Meng hurriedly rushed over and blocked him and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm hungry. Since I'm stewing in the pot, why not sell me a few buns and a bowl of soup. I won't eat yours for nothing. Come on, let me see what's stewed here first."

Lao Meng pushed the 6 teachers hard and shouted loudly: "Go away."

Dali also sucked his nose and said, "It smells so fragrant. What are you stewed? Lao Meng, I'm hungry too."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lao Meng turn around and glar at him fiercely, a little confused, touching his chin and saying, "Forget it if you don't give it to me, why are you doing glaring at me?"

"Dali, I'll help Lao Meng carry the noodles bag, you go home."

Dali was stunned for a moment, pointed at the 6th teacher and laughed: "You are the only one? You are a little handsome, can you carry a sack bag?"

The 6 teacher nodded: "Don't worry."

Dali was quite stupid, and he could see that something seemed wrong between the two of them, so he walked towards the door in confusion. When he passed by Teacher 6, he heard him whisper: "Remember your promise."

What promise do I promise? Dali was a little confused by the monk. Looking back, the 6 teacher stared at him with a bright look, and his mouth was three words: "Please."

His eyes were filled with sadness and a little familiarity. When he walked out of the bun shop with great strength, his heart was still heavy. He always felt that there were many familiar things in the eyes of the 6 teachers, but he really couldn't remember where he was familiar.

He couldn't help but pat the back of his head: "What are you thinking about? Can you still know someone with great culture?"

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He couldn't help but pat the back of his head: "What are you thinking about? Can you still know someone with great culture?"

Seeing that the 6th teacher knocked away Dali, Lao Meng held his waist without moving.

"Do you still want to kill me?" The 6 teacher took a step forward.

Lao Meng was a little panicked and licked his lips: "What the hell are you...?"

"Do you want to try it?" The 6 teacher took another step forward.

Lao Meng trembled and took out his picking knife and pointed at the 6th teacher: "You... don't come here..."

"Didn't you kill many people over the years? You are not afraid of those wandering children, young people who were deceived into being apprentices by you, Dalinzi, Dali's wife, 6 teachers, killing people, picking meat and cooking human bone soup and selling human meat buns. What else can scare you?"

Lao Meng shook all over and his voice trembled: "What the hell are you? Why do you know everything?"

"I know a lot. I just looked at you silently, watching you kill people, watching you pour blood under the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley. You forgot one thing. You don't know that the locust tree is the most shady tree. The blood is filled with unjust souls. You said, how many unjust souls are under this old locust tree? They all want to peel your skin and eat your flesh. Unfortunately, they are humans, even if they become ghosts, they still have human nature, and they can't do those things that are heartless."

Lao Meng closed his eyes and stretched his mind. He held a sharp knife and stabbed the teacher 6 hard in the chest. He was panicked and slipped his hand. The knife was inserted into the middle of the sternum of the teacher 6, but he couldn't pull it off with force.

The teacher 6 suddenly sneered, pulled down the knife inserted into his chest, and threw it on the ground with a clang. At this time, a huge hole was already revealed in his chest. He grabbed the wound with both hands, plucked it hard, then took one hand into it, pulled off his heart, and walked a few steps in front of Lao Meng: "Do you want it? Do you want it? Do you want it?"

The heart was beating in his hand, and blood foam was emitting from the torn blood vessels. All this was too strange. Lao Meng had killed too many people, but for the first time I saw this scene, the heart was pinched in the hand by 6 teachers and handed it to his hand. It was beating slowly, as if it was shouting that it was painful!

"What else do you want? Heart, liver, lungs, bones, and flesh. I will do it myself. Which piece of meat I want first?"

The room was filled with blood. The teacher's hands had already been pulled down to his abdomen, and then the stinky smell of warm breath came to his face. Lao Meng's eyes turned white and a string of intestines were put on his neck. Lao Meng was frightened and used his hands to tear the intestines. The intestines were soft and slippery. Lao Meng's hands trembled, and the condom on his neck became tighter and tighter. Lao Meng's eyes turned black and he fainted.

6 The teacher looked at Lao Meng who was lying on the ground coldly and said in a sad voice: "It turns out that you will be afraid and faint. You have done so many things that are harmful to the world, but one day I thought about what it feels like to be cut off by someone's stomach and heartbroken?" He bent down, picked up Lao Meng, threw it on the meat case, stripped off his clothes, and started to rinse it from the backyard.

Lao Meng woke up slowly and felt someone rinsing his body with water. Then his heart aches and stabbed a knife in. Blood spurted out, and a puffed sound. He was so familiar with this sound, but it was sprayed out from his body. Why did it hurt so much?

When my abdomen was cold, I heard the voice of the 6 teachers ringing in my ears: "Now your stomach has been cut open. Well, this is the intestines, your heart and liver and lungs are above you. You are also an ordinary person. Lao Meng, your heart is not black yet, but how could you be so bad?"

Lao Meng felt one hand tumbling in his abdomen, tearing his intestines and causing pain. He muttered in his throat: "Kill me, you kill me."

"It's too cheap to kill you. People like you have to play slowly. You'll have to be a long time since you've done something."

6 The teacher's voice was cold, and Lao Meng felt the blood in his body gradually flowing out, his whole body was cold and painful, and he kept trembling.
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