Phantom Skeleton Painting english

"Why, how—Impossible, impossible !!" The man's eyes were red, his expression was mad, and his mouth kept muttering, one of his hands hit the table in front of him, the other hand. The green tendon bursts, constantly throwing things on the table.

I saw two dice slipping out of his palm, and after a few laps, he stopped steadily on the table. The two scarlet nine o'clock, like a deadly rope, wrapped around the man's neck, his eyes bulging, his teeth creaking, and three words squeezed out of his teeth: "Impossible— — ”

So again, again, and again, he kept throwing-but no matter how many times he threw, those two dice would only roll out nine points.

When Dangdang Dangdang, the clock behind him made a sharp chirp, and the mad man suddenly stopped, his body stiff like a stone sculpture, he slowly turned his head, and saw a blood red nail polish appeared on his shoulder, Hands with pale skin.

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