I am falling.

This is my first feeling, my first feeling, the foot is physical, surrounded by darkness, originally thought to be sitting in the elevator, but the cold wind only poked to the face, feel very empty around, absolutely impossible in the enclosed space.

Of course, where to go from here, I can’t do it myself at this time.

At this time, I have my own thoughts, but I am also surrounded by the movements and thoughts of the tattoo artist.

The speed of the decline was very fast, and there was a smell of fishy in the wet air, and as the smell grew stronger and thicker, when there was a loud noise, the thing holding me at the foot finally stopped.

Reaching out is a similar iron basket to the iron fence door, which reminds me of the very old-fashioned lift.

Raise your two fingers and rub, the fingertips immediately beat a strange blue spark, the whole space suddenly opened a lot, naturally, this is the tattoo artist's ability, but I only look at the part.

Looking around, as if it were an abandoned coal hole, and when I looked at it, I saw a black broken cinder, there was a curved track in the middle of the broken cinders, and step by step, all around the hole wall was full of huge lumps of black and bright luster.

I was thinking hard in my head, in the city of F, where to find such a large underground coal mine.

After turning a few corners, a blue spark suddenly floated in the darkness in front, waiting to see clearly, only because the other person was dressed in black, so it was thought that the spark was floating in the air, in fact, he was also like the tattoo artist, and this spark came between his index finger and thumb.

"The painter, the Lord will show you how the man is growing."Although the comer's face is covered with black yarn, he respectfully and slightly down to the tattoo artist.

“Hmm.”The tattooist grunted and moved on over him.

From time to time, there are flying bats in the darkness, where the tattoo artist walks, will be a little bright around the blue light, go forward, behind will be trapped in a darkness, the person who reported the situation to him to hold the fireworks standing in the distant darkness, the blue spark faintly like the eyes of a trapped beast.

I thought of the wickedness of the matchmaker.

Finally came to an open place, the tattoo artist raised his hand to throw the blue spark in the fingertips, and the spark instantly floated into a huge fire pot hanging on the wall, bombarding, the blue fire burning.

At that moment, the whole cave was illuminated.

I’d rather it was still dark...

At the feet of the tattoo artist, the dense and dense are innumerable heads.

Everyone's head is covered with a layer of white mucus, which seems to be endless, always flowing down in the drip, flowing into the brown soil around the neck, and quickly absorbed by the soil.

"Hear" these heads, from time to time, writhed out a light and suppressed sultry, although they could not see their expressions, but in this call, it seemed to carry endless pain.

What is the difference between this and human purgatory, I want to vomit, but the body does not belong to me to dominate.

The tattoo artist walked up to a person's head, took a tattoo needle from his tattoo tool, gently picked between the human eyebrows, and even like picking out the sewage film on the water, the white slime was picked up like a mask.

A pink, tender face like a newborn baby.

I know this face, is he not the black dog brother in the eastern head of the Dujia Village?

Humming, the whole person has a feeling of collapse, black dog brother here, the other people, these people, these people, they are all Dujia Village people?

I use a lot of concentration to stabilize the mind, otherwise a spirit is unstable, will be swallowed up by the tattoo artist, here, he is a regular tattoo artist, is doing his own thing, but in the real world, he is resisting confrontation with me.

The sight returned to the black dog brother's tender as a baby, eyes closed face, I want not to absorb the spiritual power of Ubo later, at this time I am afraid that I have not enough concentration to become a tattooist's bag.

“Oh!”The tattoo artist sighed gently and put the white film back on the black dog's face.

Strange things happened, the white film that seemed to be mucus, at this time, like life, a little bit of expansion again wrapped the black dog brother's head tightly.

Then, the tattoo artist picked up the second head, the third...

They were all people in Dujia Village, all of whom were in a very painful state, and their bodies were buried in the earth, leaving only one head slowly writhing.

I looked around with palpitations, aunts and cousins, are they here too?

“The artist, how’s the boss?”A cold question sounded behind him.

The growth?That is to say, these Dujia Village people are the people in their mouths.

Looking back, the black-clad demon road is standing between the feet, no, to be precise, it is the black fog person, I don't know if the tattoo artist can see clearly, but in my eyes, there is a fluttering fog on the black-clad demon, the black mist person is not controlling the black-clad demon, in fact, he has occupied the whole body of the demon, this demon is just a puppet in his hand.

“The Lord.”Previously, the tattoo artist who was high in his toes saw him, immediately bowed his waist: "The growth is still not ideal, now there is more than a year, the success is only those few, it seems to have to wait for some time."

"No hurry, the people of Dujia Village are personally at risk, and there is a foundation for raising small children from an early age, which is a good seedling that our black moon school can't find, slowly cultivated, it can't really, you can destroy a few too weak, and it is also white to waste the fresh blood of those fresh people."

“Yes.”

The black mist man turned and disappeared, and for a long time, I could not return to God myself.

His words are like a heavy thunder, hit me seven octogenarians, originally only knew the matter of uncles raising children, I did not expect that everyone in the Dujia Village would raise, is this true?

I don't believe it.

In front of me, a simple and thick face, from small to large, every time I go home, my aunt will talk in my ear, saying that when I was a child, she went to the field to work busy, I was growing up eating a hundred meals, such a good villager, will they really do this kind of harmful things?

The heart suffocated in general, at this time, look at the brown soil under those people's heads, and finally know why it will be that color, it is because of the blood.

The tattooist sighed again and said to himself, "Tomorrow is not tall, it seems to have to destroy a few."

His voice had just fallen, and a string of black people had entered the mouth of the cave, and everyone had a black basin in their hands, and as soon as they came in, there was a thick smell of blood floating in the air.

The crowd bent over the tattoo artist and turned to pour the blood from the basin gently into the heads of those people, so focused eyes, light movements, as if they were watering a flower of their own beloved flowers.

The head of the people who drank the blood of the people turned their necks more, and they seemed to be hungry for a long time, and the blood flowed into their mouths, and they enjoyed it and smoked greedily, wishing to give a little more.

Then the screams came...

I can't imagine that these people also have aunts and cousins, and the visual images and palsy of the thrillers are like a huge thunderstorm directly hitting the heart, only that the whole heart is shaking, and I am about to be unable to control my own spirit.