Who is Li?

Li, the immortal male god, is regarded as the male master by many short video producers in horror comics.

Li is the male host of many short videos of horror comics on the vibrato.

The story of Li killing chickens:

Sister and brother-in-law killed brother. They dragged their brother into the bathroom and cut off his head with a knife. Blood gushed out, overflowed the bathroom and flowed into the living room. When her five-year-old daughter saw blood, she was frightened in the living room. Big sister, covered in red, came out with a kitchen knife and said to her daughter, don't be afraid, mom and dad are killing chickens. My brother just disappeared.

No one knows where he went. The second sister went to the elder sister's house, only to know that her brother was missing. So she went to see her sister. My sister looked calm and said that my brother would come and sit for a while and then leave. Then, kill the chicken to entertain the second sister. This chicken is very strange, with a surprisingly large amount of chicken blood-a big bowl and a big bowl. Second sister said, how can this chicken blood never flow out? Too many. The eldest sister's five-year-old daughter chimed in, not much.

My parents killed more than enough chickens on the day my uncle came. The bleeding made the elder sister's hands shake and her face turned white. The second sister was shocked when she saw it. After returning home, the second sister went straight to the police station. A few days later, the police found Brother Duan in the vegetable cellar of Sister's house. -people go to fortune telling, and fortune tellers say that you can only live to be 80 years old.

The man listened with trepidation and counted the days with his fingers every day. By the time he was 80 years old, he became more afraid and agitated. How does he think he will die? The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. People are most afraid of waiting for death, and then this, that day people really died. He hanged himself. He can't stand this torture.

Another person went to tell a fortune, and the fortune teller said that you would die on the fifth night. The man was frightened and asked him why he died. Because of a beetle. That man doesn't understand, I'm Tang-a big man, who died for A! The man grinds his machete every day after he comes home. On the fifth night, he waited at home with a machete. Sure enough, it flew-a beetle, so big.

The man stepped forward and photographed it with one hand. Such a small thing tried to kill me. Then squat down, raise the machete and kill it with the handle. The cutting head bent sideways into an arc, and the knife rushed down and hung right around his neck. Sharp, coupled with excessive force, he cut off half his neck alive, and the man died that night.