Lethal Impulse

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Chapter 609, Making a Daughter a Doll

"Oh, tell me, why am I looking for you?" I said looking at the person in front of me. It was really hard to imagine that the man in front of me was the father of the beast in the story.

"It's needless to say, you must have been chased by my daughter. And it's dying." The man said strangely.

"Yes, that's it." I looked at him and then asked, "What can you do to help me?"

"Last time, someone looked for me like this, but he was already dead. And you, what would it be like in the end?" The man said strangely.

I sneered and looked at him, and impatiently asked: "Less nonsense, tell me why your daughter turns into a ghost, but doesn't chase you down?"

"Of course there is a reason. I already knew that she would become a ghost. But she still can't take me." The man said proudly.

"She has no way to take you, it doesn't mean that the law has no way to take you. You are now a prisoner of death, which is the best proof." I sneered coldly.

The man's face darkened, then looked at me and said, "What the **** do you want?"

"Tell me, what method do you rely on to escape your daughter's pursuit?" I couldn't help asking.

"Do you think I will tell you?" The man sneered.

"If you don't tell me, you will pay a lot." I said seriously.

"Cut, it's up to you, how can you treat me?" The man asked, looking at me.

However, I didn't give him any time to talk nonsense. The next moment I already grabbed his collar, and then hit a punch on the man's face. Then I raised my fist and punched the man on the face, letting him Screaming endlessly.

He had lost a few teeth on his face, and his expression became terrified. He looked at me like this, and his heart was full of horror.

"It hit people, beat people!" He shouted frantically, and then the warden came over and looked at me with embarrassment and asked: "Well, you don't want to do it anymore, this way, it spreads to our prison's reputation. not too good."

"Less nonsense, anyway, he was a death sentence prisoner. He died a little earlier, he died a little later, and there was no difference." I sneered, raised my hand, and hit the man in a circle. I started very hard, and the man kept screaming.

The warden looked at me, shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked away.

Watching the warden walk away, the man panicked. He didn't think I really dared to do it, and he was about to kill him. Thinking of this, he hurriedly shouted: "Don't hit me, I will tell you, I will tell you."

I just let go and looked at him and asked, "You better not play tricks, otherwise I will kill you today. Anyway, you are a death sentence prisoner."

"Even if it is a prisoner of death, there are human rights." The man looked at me with a helpless expression.

"Well, you have been deprived of political rights for life. You still want human rights. I don't have human rights for you." I said coldly.

"Well, I tell you, don't hit me. I want to live a while." The man looked at me and said helplessly: "But you have to give me some benefits."

"What's the benefit." I asked impatiently.

"Let the warden send me a few bottles of wine, and then some good wine and food." The man said.

"OK." I nodded.

But at this time, the man sneaked out, took out a piece of black charcoal, and then broke it off and handed it over, and then mysteriously said: "You wear this thing on your body, my daughter will not trouble you. But a thousand Do n’t lose it, and it will be troublesome if you do n’t.

"What is this?" I asked.

"It's charcoal," the man said.

"Charcoal can ward off evil spirits, why don't I know?" I asked in surprise.

"There is a reason for this." The man looked at me and said, "This charcoal was formed by the scorching of my wife's body, so my daughter couldn't see the person wearing the charcoal. I avoided my daughter by this. "

"It turns out that, wearing this thing, you can not be hunted down?" I asked.

"Yes, this is a spell, I have learned it." The man said proudly: "With this method, I have nothing at all."

"It's really a good thing." I nodded, then looked at him and asked, "Then the second thing, why would your daughter become a doll?"

"I don't know this." The man said quickly.

"Oh, is it?" I sneered, then grabbed his neck and looked at his blushing face, I said coldly: "Don't play tricks, otherwise I will never let you go."

"Okay, let me tell you." The man said hard, and I let go of him. He coughed a few times, and then said with a guilty face: "I made my daughter's body into a doll."

"How exactly is it made?" I looked at him and asked.

"Just emptied her internal organs, then put cotton in it, and sewed it with thread. Then it became a doll." The man lowered his head and dared not look at me.

I nodded and looked at him and said, "You are really a beast."

"Hey, overwhelming!" The man said with a humble expression as he lowered his head.

"Okay, I should understand. I understand. Then there is one more thing." I looked at him and asked.

"What else? I really don't know anything now." The man spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.

"This thing is very simple, but you need to suffer a bit." I looked at him and said.

"What?" The man asked in surprise.

But then, I rushed over and kicked and kicked at him, not caring about his screaming at all.

"You beast, I have long seen you as unpleasant, and I will die sooner. It is because of people like you that there are more and more grievances. It is more and more difficult for us to survive."

I was scolding and kicking and kicking at him, the man could not be my opponent at all. He kept screaming, trying to attract people around him. But no one came at all.

Even the warden was too lazy to come over at this time, anyway, he did not care about this man's life and death.

"You beast, you dare to talk nonsense, I will kill you now." As I said, I slapped his slap, his face quickly turned into a pig's head, and a huge swelling. At this time, he cried and cried, "I'm wrong, let me go."

I had another mess, and then he let him go. And he was lying on the ground, dying, and there were scars all over his body.

"I don't kill you, because you don't even have the qualification to die in my hands." I finished pulling a large piece of charcoal from his arms.

And the man sat up screaming and shouted, "Don't take it all, leave me a piece."

"Well, you just enjoy it. I took the charcoal away." I said and turned away, leaving only the desperate man.