C130 Real Face

The man holding the bowl was the real body of the old man. It scares me a little. However, as we slowly approached, the real body didn't have any reaction at all. It only fed spoonfuls after spoonfuls of soup to the woman.

It seems like this real body's temper is quite easy-going. He looks completely like a warm man.

Mr. Zhao reminded me, "We must not let our guard down."

I replied, "Don't worry, I understand. Many of the perverts in the world are honest people who wear shirts and glasses. "

Mr. Zhao also nodded in deep agreement.

Suddenly I felt a little strange, as if something was missing from our side. Scratching my head, I suddenly remembered that Ma Ke, who had always been following by Mr. Zhao's side like a dog, had disappeared.

Ma Ke was standing five steps away from us. Not only that, he was even retreating.

Seeing me turn around to look, Ma Ke laughed dryly: "Uncle Zhao, Brother Hu. Isn't that guy pretty good? I'm afraid of dragging you guys down, so I won't go. "

I pointed my middle finger at him and muttered, "Aren't the hooligans loyal? "How come there's someone who escaped just before the battle?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "Those who were loyal were all chopped to death by someone when they charged into battle. The only ones left who didn't show any sense of loyalty have fled back. "

I smiled and said, "That makes sense."

Actually, it doesn't matter if Ma Ke comes or not, I really feel like he's a bit of a hindrance, so if he doesn't come, I'll just tease him a little, I'm not angry.

Like a thief, Mr. Zhao and I crept not far behind the real body.

I whispered to Mr. Zhao: "How do we deal with him?"

Mr. Zhao took out two pieces of paper money and said, "It's very simple. Use this thing to stick on his eyes. His real eyes were blocked, and his projections outside were unable to see us. Before we tear the paper money off our bodies, we are all safe. We can escape from a small temple. "

I said, "This is a good idea. But why paper money? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "Seeing money is like opening one's eyes. If it's true body is greedy for money, then it can give us more time."

I said worriedly, "This real body is so powerful, I doubt if he loves money."

Mr. Zhao said, "Your second uncle has the eyes and eyes of the heavens. Don't I also love money?"

I said, "Since you're so capable, you can put the paper money on it."

Mr. Zhao scratched his head, sizing me up. It seems like he was trying to trick me into doing this again. But in the end he gave up.

I heard him mutter, "Forget it, if you fail, I will die too. Let me personally act."

Mr. Zhao was very cautious, he did not hastily approach his real body, but instead circled around him from afar.

As a result, when Mr. Zhao arrived in front of the real body, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, stared at the real body, and stopped moving.

I was a little worried and whispered to the Mr. Zhao: "What's wrong?"

Mr. Zhao rubbed his eyes and shook his head before he slowly walked back.

He said to me, "You'll see."

My heart was in turmoil, so I also forgave half a circle and walked to the opposite side of the real body. Then I, too, froze.

The other side of the real body was also the back. He still had his back to me as he fed the woman the blood-porridge that her soul had grinded into.

I even suspected it was an illusion. I slapped my forehead hard, but my real body was still facing away from me.

I walked in a circle, back to the starting point. I stared at my body all the way back, and yes, he had back on both sides.

I said to Mr. Zhao, "This is bad, the real body doesn't have a face, how can we stick close to his eyes?"

Mr. Zhao rubbed his temples and frowned, saying, "That's impossible, his projection has a face, and he should have a real body too."

He bravely walked up to the real body and looked it up and down, but he still couldn't find anything.

I found that the real thing was like a simple machine, repeating the same action all the time: dipping the spoon into the porridge, scooping up a spoonful, blowing on it, sending it into the woman's mouth. He then scooped up another spoonful and blew on it, sending it into the woman's mouth …

I walked over to the real body. I stood on one side and saw him feed the porridge with his back to me. I stuck my head out the other side and saw he was still feeding porridge with his back to me.

I turned around and said to Mr. Zhao, "Second Uncle, I feel that there's something wrong with this real body. It doesn't look like he has back on both sides."

Mr. Zhao asked me: "What did you find?"

I pointed to the woman lying on the bed and said, "Did you notice this woman? She had been lying in front of the real body. Let's assume that both sides of the real body are back. Call it the back, and the front. A woman should be close to the front. "

"When we're standing behind her, the woman should be lying in front of her real body. We're separated from her by her real body, right?"

Mr. Zhao said, "That's right."

I said, "What if we go around in a half circle to the front and back of the real body? A woman should be in the middle, right? Separate us from our real bodies. "

Mr. Zhao replied, "Yes."

I said, "But it's not right now. No matter how we circle, our true bodies are always in the middle, and the woman is always in front of him. "

Mr. Zhao nodded: "That's right, it's like that. But why? Could it be that when we turned around, the two of them were also moving around? "

I said, "I don't think so. I was standing still just now. When you went to the other side, didn't we see the back of your real body at the same time? In our eyes, the real body is always in the middle, separating us from the women. "

Mr. Zhao acknowledged: "What do you think the reason is?"

I hesitated and said, "Second uncle, my thoughts are a bit ridiculous. When I say it, I'm just throwing a brick to lead a piece of jade to enlighten the mind. "

Who knew that Mr. Zhao would happily accept and say, "Quick, throw out your brick. Maybe your stupid ideas can enlighten me."

I am a little helpless: with such a thick-skinned person, you can't be too humble.

I asked, "Do you think the current situation has anything to do with painting?" They are the people in the picture, and this picture only shows their backs, so we can't see their faces, it's no use changing directions. "

Mr. Zhao acted as if he had suddenly realized something. "That's right, that's right, that must be it."

I asked the Mr. Zhao: "Then what do we do?"

Mr. Zhao smiled and said: "This is easy to do. I have a way to make him show his face."

He bent down and reached for a small mirror by the bed, laughing as he said, "Look, this woman is already so sick. She didn't forget to look in the mirror. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this is truly interesting. "

I said, "You're quite interesting too. We're both at a life or death situation, yet you're still in the mood to study the mirror."

Mr. Zhao handed me the mirror and said, "This mirror is the way to save lives."

I held the mirror while the Mr. Zhao directed me to stand in the direction of the front and back of my real body. He made me hold the mirror in front of me, facing the real body's head.

Then, the Mr. Zhao slowly paced back and forth until he was behind the real body.

I nervously asked, "How is it?" Did you get it? "

Mr. Zhao said with a smile, "It's out. His face is very clear."

Then he held the paper money in both hands, one on each side of the mirror.

Mr. Zhao heaved a sigh of relief and waved his hand at me. "Alright, you can put down the mirror now."

I put the mirror on the floor and saw that the face was still there. It was the face of a man in his forties. I couldn't see anything else because it was blocked by paper money.

I straightened my back and said to Mr. Zhao, "It's really magical. Is that face in the mirror? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "I can't hold on for much longer, at most a quarter of an hour. Let's use this quarter of an hour to escape. "

Mr. Zhao and I increased our speed and walked towards the place we came from. We had to go through the small door first and return to the small temple before we could have the chance to return to the human world.

Halfway there, I suddenly remembered Ma Ke, so I said to the Mr. Zhao, "Did you see Ma Ke?"

Mr. Zhao looked around: "I don't have any. This kid can't have run away by himself, right? "

At this time, I heard Ma Ke's voice, "Help … "Aaaah!"

This sound was quite strange. "Help me" and "Ah" were separated, like a tape, a card, a card.

I looked in the direction of the voice and finally found Ma Ke.

He was caught by the kid again and stuffed under the guillotine.

He looked at us with tears in his eyes and shouted, "Help!" Before his voice had even faded, the guillotine blade fell and Ma Ke instantly cried out as his neck split into two. "Ah!"

Then he came to life again, cried out for help, and broke his neck again...

Mr. Zhao kicked the little brat away and pulled Ma Ke up from under the guillotine.

When the other little ghosts saw Mr. Zhao coming over, they all hid in the distance, and the students of the Wuzhong also noticed that the Mr. Zhao is an amazing person, so they took the chance to gather around. It seems like they want to follow us out.

The Mr. Zhao didn't mind and escaped from the mural with us.

I was inside the little temple again, and I saw my body sitting cross-legged on the floor, facing us with a strange, confident smile on his face.

I was nervous, not knowing if our blindfolded eyes would work or not.

Mr. Zhao quietly picked up a rock and threw it to the corner of the wall.

The stone made a jingling sound, and the old man's face was filled with ecstasy. He rushed over and raised his fist.

The pitiful Old Man Sun's soul was curled up in that corner. First, he was kicked by Mr. Zhao and lost half his life.

I said to the Mr. Zhao: "Alright, let's quickly go."

Mr. Zhao shook his head: "Don't be anxious, we haven't taken your body yet."

My heart sank.

The old man can't see anymore, that's true, but that doesn't mean we can safely get our bodies back.

If he took away the physical body, he would have to force out his soul. There was no way that he would not know this process. At that time, he might be able to catch me and kill me with ease.

But if I don't take the body, how can I be willing?