Lao Qiao wanted to hold his head and rub it hard a few times to relieve the discomfort.

But his hands seemed to be no longer his own, and he could only maintain the original movements, and could not even let go of the poison he was carrying.

The feeling changed from nausea to pain.

It seemed that countless fine needles were entering his brain from the blood vessels, constantly giving him a strong sting.

Lao Qiao's eyes widened, and he knew that something was entering his head.

This feeling was so overwhelming that he thought he was going to die.

But surprisingly, I am still alive, but something is losing.

Lao Qiao felt that his head became heavy.

It seemed that the weight of his head was increasing, making him feel top-heavy.

His feeling was actually not wrong. There was a lot of black liquid seeping into his brain fluid through blood vessels.

Lao Qiao continued to walk forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He wanted to stop, but he had lost control of his feet.

His current movements seemed to come from the inertia of muscles and bones.

"Haha, my enemy is here, how are you!"

That thing has even begun to use Old Qiao's mouth to speak.

"Who are you and when have you been your enemy?"

Lao Qiao has fought many battles and personally defeated at least double-digit enemies.

As an older person, I have a lot of time to reminisce about the past.

It's not like he never thought that the resentful ghosts who died under his gun would come back one day.

Maybe when his final time comes, the God of Death will send one of the resentful ghosts to pick him up.

"If you want to know who I am, the answer is in your own head. I'll help you find it."

Lao Qiao felt like he was being bitten one after another in his mind.

"Your place is too messy. I can help you clean it. I'm not interested in things like childhood!"

If anyone is nearby, they will be surprised to find that Lao Qiao is using two completely different accents and tones, talking to himself and himself.

Just like those great stand-up actors do, one person can play the roles of several people.

In fact, even the best actors are not as good as Lao Qiao's performance at the moment.

Lao Qiao is a veteran who has experienced many battles and has been seriously injured more than ten times on the battlefield.

To this day, there is still a piece of shrapnel left on his skull, which causes him unbearable pain every time it rains on a cloudy day.

But even that piece of shrapnel wasn't half as painful as the moment.

Every bite in the brain is maddeningly painful.

But Lao Qiao could do nothing but accept the torture caused by pain.

He couldn't even keep banging his head against the door panel to suppress the pain, as he usually did when dealing with the piece of shrapnel.

"Damn it, can't you just take me to report to the God of Death!"

"You still want to go to the God of Death. What are you thinking about? I won't let you slip away casually. We still have some time to be together!"

"Damn" Old Qiao realized that what he was encountering now was not as simple as he imagined.

What is even more despairing is that at the end of each bite, Lao Qiao will feel that he has lost part of his memory forever.

"You should really thank me. These childhood memories have taken up too much space in your shrunken brain, and they are still entangled in other parts. After eating them, they feel much fresher inside. I can quickly find what I'm looking for.

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Following the ghost's words, the biting feeling gradually stopped, but this did not mean the end of the pain.

The pain in Old Qiao's head turned into another feeling.

It seemed as if countless thin needles had entered his brain, as if a naughty child was poking at it with needles.

"There are so many interesting things in your head. Well, I found it. I have to make you understand."

If the enemy does not know that he is here for revenge, then what is the meaning of his own revenge.

The Skin-Flaying Demon forced a picture into Old Qiao's head.

Although the picture was a little blurry, Lao Qiao recognized the familiar pictures at a glance.

That was when I and Lao En beat the monster to death together and then burned it in the fire.

That thing is in Lao Qiao's head, so Lao Qiao can also feel some of that guy's emotions.

"Are you angry that this ugly ghost is your relative?"

"You damn thing, according to you humans, this is my mother."

"Haha, haha, it turns out this thing is your mother. It's such an ugly thing. You must look ugly too!"

Because Lao Qiao said these words, there was a sharp pain like tearing in his brain.

Although Lao Qiao had lost control of his body, his body was still twitching due to intense pain.

This pain lasted for a long time and then gradually disappeared.

"Damn it, you're talking nonsense, and I'll tear your head in half!"

"Haha, you ugly ghost, tear it up quickly. I know you are a coward, so I only dare to say but not do anything!"

"Ah!" Lao Qiao felt another sharp pain in his head.

But this time the pain disappeared quickly.

"You old fool, I almost fell into your trap. Look what I found. Is this what you are proud of!"

A young man wearing an officer's uniform and with the rank of captain appeared in Old Qiao's mind.

"You devil!"

Old Qiao suddenly threw down Poison's body and tried to raise the rifle on his back.

But the thing in his head quickly discovered his intention and stopped his movement.

Cut off Lao Qiao's consciousness and the nerves in his body, so that he can only be an audience in his own body.

"I won't let you die easily. I will let you live temporarily, and then let you kill your son who you think is very promising!"

"No, you ugly ghost, ah..."

This time it felt like a pinprick.

This level of injury would at most make Old Qiao go crazy, but would not take his life.

The muscles and skin on Lao Qiao's face kept twitching as he walked toward the hills.

The Skinner has a talent for digging out things deep in his prey's memories.

Now it knows that this enemy also has a relative, a son who became a captain and officer.

"Haha, here I am, Wallace. I am your father but not your father. I will soon reunite your father and son!"

There were still about five kilometers away from the castle. Captain Wallace frowned and looked at the truth ahead.

He didn't expect it to be so difficult to walk on this road. On the map, their military camp was only ten kilometers away from the castle.

But it took them two hours to get halfway.

There was also a despicable bombardment in the middle and suffered very heavy losses.

In order to avoid another heavy casualty, he had to disperse the team.
Chapter completed!