Collect The Secret Of Corpse Stealing

The old turtle had no idea that I was scolding him, and he was still showing off with a smile. Maozi was still playing with the red-haired rat, and I tapped his back and said, "Brother Mao, don't think about it, it's just a nest of rats."

Maozi didn't know what was wrong with him, he said: "Old Yang, fuck me , you don't know until you see it, I didn't like this little bastard at first, but now the more I watch him, the more I like him."

It's over, when did Maozi become so motherly, I cried in my heart. At this time, Lao Bie was urging us to hurry up, so I said, "Brother Mao, let's not study these rats for now, let's finish the business first."

Maozi quickly picked up the baby mouse and held it in his arms.

At this moment, the terrain ahead was getting lower and lower. Every step we took left a footprint, until the corpse grass covered our knees. You know, it was such a cold day, this was undoubtedly a matter of stabbing with a knife when you had nothing to do after eating.

“Found it, found it!”

The old turtle suddenly started yelling "Fuck me" as if he had gone mad. Maozi and I looked at each other. Could it be that this guy was also going crazy like a sow?

"Did you see it? This is… this is… Hehe…"

It would have been fine if this guy didn't say anything, but he was laughing while talking. I was a little dumbfounded watching from the side. How come not only did the Russian start to utter those swear words that I couldn't understand, but even this old turtle started to act like he had just come out of a mental hospital.

The old turtle scratched his armpits while laughing, then took out the Si Nan and laughed continuously. I began to wonder if he was possessed by the laughing ghost.

However, at this moment, the Maozi behind me also started laughing inexplicably. When I was wondering, something crawled into my clothes, as if it was tickling me, so I couldn't help laughing.

"Lao Yang, it's so… itchy… I'm dying." Maozi called out in a voice that I couldn't tell whether it was crying or laughing. I wasn't much better. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach that thing. I just felt tears flowing out spontaneously. This is probably what they call crying of joy.

"It's so damn… uncomfortable… I'm going to… die…" I could no longer bear the itchiness and fell to the ground, rolling around in the corpse grass.

At this time, it was the old turtle's turn to laugh at our jokes. I was also very puzzled. Why didn't he laugh? What was going on? There was a hint of weirdness in the old turtle's eyes, which made my spine cold. What the hell do you want to do? What are you doing?

The old turtle stretched out his skinny body, which was as thin as dry firewood, and reached directly into my clothes. Oh my god, I never thought that Yang Xuan, who had a great reputation in his life, would end up with such a shame in his later years. If she was a young girl, it would be fine, but she is still an old man in his seventies or eighties.

The old turtle fumbled around in my clothes, then smiled and said, "Okay, it's okay."

It's new. How come I'm fine after being touched by this old man? Have I really changed my orientation? Nonsense, get lost!

The old turtle seemed to have sensed my suspicion, so he opened his clenched fist. Oh my god, I was so scared. I saw a flea as big as my little finger, no, it was as big as my thumb, lying on the palm of the old turtle's hand, and its legs were still kicking, just like a turtle that had turned over its shell and couldn't find the ground. Seeing this scene, I got goosebumps all over my body. Although I only take a bath once a week from the capital until now, I shouldn't have such a big flea. Just thinking about it, the Maozi next to me started calling out: "My aunt, it's itching to death… your Maozi."

The originally serious atmosphere became comical with Maozi's moaning. I couldn't stop laughing. I saw him closing his eyes tightly and his face was red. To be honest, Maozi's sound didn't sound like pain, but rather a bit like the sound of a sow moaning.

But even though I was laughing, seeing Maozi's ecstatic look, I said to the old turtle next to me, "Uncle Turtle, you should help Brother Mao catch some fleas too."

However, the old man didn't buy it. He said that the fat boy always picked on him and always talked back to him, so he deserved to suffer. But the old man was just being stubborn. Finally, after much persuasion, the old man reached out his evil hand to the young man again.

Of course, this magic hand was only to save Maozi, who was in a state of sexual turmoil. Lao Bie put his hand into Maozi's thick cotton-padded jacket. At first, Maozi was just like me, with a look of surprise in his eyes. But when he was powerless to resist, he stopped struggling and closed his eyes. When I saw his lewd look, I thought it was probably because he hadn't met a woman for a long time since he came out of Mingyuegou.

The old turtle's magic hand randomly touched Maozi's body, and the old turtle's face immediately showed a trace of surprise. Upon closer inspection, I found that Maozi's crotch had erected a tent. I began to be convinced by Maozi, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that I knelt down and kowtowed twice.

The old turtle quickly changed his target, stretched his hand out of Maozi's clothes, and then stared at Maozi's tent as if he had found a mirror. I felt sick inside. Could this old man be, could he be a Brokeback? But looking at him, he doesn't look like one. Alas… You can't judge a person by his appearance. Just as I was thinking, I heard Maozi's howl like a pig being slaughtered. I suddenly came to my senses and saw that the old turtle was holding a flea as big as a fist in his hand.

Oh my god, what kind of world is this? No wonder Maozi was so happy, it turned out that thing was so big, and it was still in Maozi's crotch. I was laughing and crying. At this moment, Maozi's eyes were blurry, as if he had just experienced a climax in his life. He said weakly: "I say… Lao… Yang… what are you laughing at there?"

I responded with a look of contempt, I was just laughing at a hair, wasn't that hair you were laughing at, haha.

Having said that, laughing aside, let’s get back to the topic.

How could such big fleas appear in this swamp? This really surprised me. Lao Bie said that it is normal for fleas to be born in such a place without sunlight and in such a rotten and humid place. These fleas are different from ordinary fleas. They are called ghost fleas and usually only appear in those rainforest swamps. They are negative creatures. At first, they are only as big as ordinary fleas, but they will swell several times after sucking the blood of living people.

Hearing this, I looked at the fleas on the old turtle's hand in disbelief. It was so fucking amazing. There are so many wonders in this world.

[Han Ye used a different style to write this chapter. I don’t know if it’s good or not, and whether you guys will like it. I’d love to hear your opinions.]

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