Beauty's Supreme Expert

Ye Tianloong took out a clock from his bag and put it on the table. He filled a basin with water and poured it over the bound woman's head: "# 18, wake up."    

"Where am I... "What happened to me …"    

The woman woke up and looked around with a cold shiver. When she saw Ye Tianloong, she shouted, "Director Ye, you … "I …"    

"Number 18, do you see the clock on the other side? What time is it?"    

Seeing that the woman had woken up, Ye Tianloong moved a stool over and sat down: "Tell me, # 18."    

"9 o'clock, where am I, Director Ye?"    

Looking at the clock, the woman asked anxiously, "What's wrong with me? Why am I tied up?"    

"Nine, which means you still have three hours to live."    

Ignoring the woman's bewilderment and panic, Ye Tianloong laughed strangely: "Your work number is the 18th, today is the 18th, your death time will be 12 in the morning."    

"Leaves..." Director Ye, what are you talking about? "Let me go, hurry up and let me go …"    

Being frightened by Ye Tianloong's dark expression, the woman continuously struggled. She was also so scared that tears flowed out of her eyes: "Don't kill me …" I still have kids... "Don't kill me …"    

"Don't worry, I won't kill you before the time is up."    

Ye Tianloong gestured towards the underworld money and paper doll in front of him and comforted, "See that? I'll burn half of these underworld money for you after you die. It's enough for you to roam around in the Underworld."    

"Don't kill me... Why... "Why is Director Ye …"    

Looking at the familiar underworld money, the woman's fear increased several fold. "I work honest at the company, I have never offended you. Director Ye, why did you kill me? You can't kill me …"    

"There's no reason. All I can say is that you coincidentally caught up with Number 18. I would have done the same even if it were anyone else."    

Ye Tianloong enjoyed the woman's screams before she died. He lit up a cigarette and took a drag: "Number 1 to 17 in front of you is already one step ahead of you. As number 18, it's your turn, isn't it?"    

"And after midnight, when you die, Number Nineteen will also come to accept death. After all, your preparation is for Number Nineteen."    

Ye Tianloong took out all kinds of props from his bag as if he was talking to a woman or talking to himself. Red candles, peach wood swords, paper talismans, etc. were arranged on the ground.    

"For such a grand ceremony, you should feel honored to become my sacrifices."    

Two large red candles were lit, one in front of the woman and the other behind her. Then, he took out a paintbrush and dipped it into the blood bucket, "Come, Director Ye will make up your face so that you can die in the right place and have more dignity when you die."    

"Wuu … wuu …" "Director Ye, please let me go …"    

Looking at this weird scene, the woman cried out in fear, "I still have children …" A child cannot be without a mother... "Sob, sob …"    

"Number 18, you should be happy to be my sacrifice. I've already treated you very well by arranging for you to die on number 18."    

Ignoring the woman's crying, Ye Tianloong hummed a tune and brushed the blood off the woman's face: "What a nice blood. Carrying the blood on the road will make you feel very comfortable. It's like your life has already reached its peak."    

Ring Ring...    

After painting the woman from head to toe, Ye Tianloong's phone rang. Looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction, he put down the paintbrush and picked up the phone.    

"Patriarch Nangong, there's no need to be so impatient. I will prepare everything for you."    

Flicking the ash off his cigarette, Ye Tianloong smiled and said, "The woman I gave you before, she felt pretty good, doesn't she?"