The liquid in the syringe is penetrated into the body.

Zhao Erhu felt that his body seemed to be beginning to lose consciousness. Gradually, he could not move anywhere except his head.

Why is this happening? Isn’t it a nutritional injection? Why does it feel like an anesthetic injection was given during the operation?

Made, this crew won’t come!

A panic appeared on Zhao Erhu's face.

"Director, director! Did you give me the wrong injection? This is not a nutritional injection, why can't I move it anymore!"

But there was a quiet place around him and no one responded to him.

Only the so-called doctor standing beside him, wearing surgical gowns, was still talking.

"Prepare hemostatic forceps, and now do the surgery!"

"Wait, I won't act anymore, I won't act anymore!"

Zhao Erhu finally realized something was wrong and shouted in a hurry.

Even if the crew wants to play the real thing, he can't shoot it properly if he calls the director so much, right?

Logically speaking, it would be normal for someone to do his job at this time and ask him to cooperate well.

But now no one pays attention to him!

Obviously, this is not a crew at all! I must have been deceived!

"What are you going to do? You are illegal! Don't do anything randomly. You liars, you are not the crew at all, right? You lied to me!"

Seeing that those people seemed to be really going to take surgery on him, Zhao Erhu cried and shouted anxiously.

My head kept struggling, but my body was unconscious and could not move.

I could only watch the man wearing a surgical gown and a mask pick up the scalpel on the tray in the hand of a nurse next to me and come to his abdomen.

He raised his head desperately, looked at his stomach, and saw the scalpel falling onto his skin little by little.

"No, you group of lunatics, you can't do this!" Zhang Erhu shouted with a numb scalp.

I cried more anxiously and became even more devastating.

In the live broadcast room, the corners of the audience's mouths curled up slightly and began to fly a bullet screen.

"The judge is using his own way to treat him? The expression of this fool is really so heart-warming!"

"Hahaha, this guy cheated others about being a scout, but the judge lied to him about being a crew member. This is really a reward for one report!"

"Do you think that the funnyest thing is actually the sentence 'You are not the crew at all, are you lying to me'! (Laughs)"

"I guess those girls who were deceived said similar things to him, but he subconsciously learned to use them. It's really ironic!"

As Zhao Erhu's wide eyes were wide, the scalpel slowly slashed on his abdomen.

As the tip of the knife was slashed, a blood line appeared.

It's like the knife is a red pigment pen, wherever it is scratched, the color appears, which is very magical!

But Zhao Erhu didn't think this scene was fun or magical at all.

He couldn't feel the pain, just as if the knife was slashing someone else's stomach.

But he knew that it was his body, and the blood that flowed out of it was also his own!

"No!" This strong contrast and discomfort made Zhao Erhu very disappointed.

His face wrinkled and he cried in fear.

I wanted to see my stomach, but also be scared by the horrifying scene.

So I looked up and fell down, and I seemed very scared and entangled.

"Don't beat it anymore, you'll die!" Zhao Erhu turned his head and begged to the director and other staff in the distance.

I hope any of them can sympathize with him and stand up to stop this terrifying behavior.

But when he turned his head and looked, he was desperate.

I saw those people either had indifferent expressions or sneered, or looked interested.

No one showed any unbearable expression.

"You devils, the police will definitely not let you go. I will sue you!" Zhao Erhu shouted in despair.

I couldn't help looking at my stomach.

The expression on his face was even more frightened.

I saw a long hole had been cut from it.

Blood everywhere!

His heart was cold. If this continues, is he still far from death?

"Wuwuwu...you lunatics! Who will save me? Please, please call the police for me."

"Don't go on, really don't go on!"

"Ah! That's my intestines, my intestines, don't!"

In the video, I saw a pair of gloved hands taking out some intestines from Zhao Erhu's belly, holding them in my hands and rubbing them constantly.

And this scene happened to be seen by Zhao Erhu.

He was so scared that he almost fainted.

That's his intestines. How could he move around like this? It's like a vegetable market is choosing a pig intestine.

Just as I was thinking about this, I heard the doctor-like man say something that made him shudder.

"It's good flexibility, elasticity and goodness. Cut it down and stir-fry the garlic."

Zhao Erhu's pupils shrank suddenly.

Stir-fry garlic?

Then my scalp became numb, and these people actually wanted to use his intestines to cook?

This time, I cried even more sadly and desperately.

But this was not over yet, and even more terrifying words were appearing from the doctor who performed the surgery on him.

"The kidneys are OK, remove them and use them to make fried waist flowers."

"Well, no, I have a heavy bleeding, give me hemostatic forceps."

"Successfully stopping the bleeding!" At the same time, under Zhao Erhu's horrified gaze, a blood-carred kidney was taken out of the huge wound and placed on a tray next to it.

There is also a very long intestine on it.

"My kidney, you can't do this, that's my kidney! You can't take it away, give it back to me!" Zhao Erhu shouted wildly.

With blood in his eyes, he stared at everyone around him with a gaze that could eat people: "I want to kill you, I want to kill you all!"

Suddenly, he saw a young man walking out in the crew crowd in the distance with his hands in his pockets.

"It's you, you tricked me here, I'm going to kill you!" Zhao Erhu stared at Ye Chen with resentment, and struggled again.
Chapter completed!