After about twenty minutes, the two of them finally reached the end of the hallway, and the road descended abruptly, and it turned out to be a descending staircase----- wooden, very narrow, with cold metal handrails standing on either side.

Due to the fight just now, the two were physically and mentally exhausted, and walked very slowly, and even then, they almost stumbled and fell into the darkness.

Bai Lotian twisted his neck, as if it was broken, the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't help but scold a few tall black people, and by the way, he also gave "blessings" to his eight-generation ancestors.

"It's exciting. Even a civilized man as highly educated as Paul said foul language, "Maybe you'll go to jail."

"Of course, for the first time in my life. Bai Lotian responded.

"My parents were doctors, and they brought the dead back to life," Paul said, "and we did the opposite, and my father and mother would have cursed me to death if they knew about it." ”

"No, it won't. If they knew we were killing bad people, they would have agreed to what we did. ”

"Mr. Zhang, your skills are good, have you learned martial arts?"

"I grew up in a mountain village and learned a martial arts teacher for a while, which is the kung fu of the three-legged cat. ”

"Three-legged cat, have you broken a leg?"

"Haha, that means my kung fu is very average. Bai Lotian said with a smile.

In the dark staircase, the two unconsciously walked through the height of about three floors and entered a long corridor.

On both sides of the corridor, on the walls near the ground, the small silver-gray wall lamps emitted a soft halo, the air was very humid, the marble floor was a little slippery, and the smell of oranges was everywhere, and Bai Lotian's tongue licked his lips.

"Not good!" Bai Lotian shouted, "There is poison in the air!"

Just when Paul looked confused, Bai Lotian quickly found two towels from his bag, one covered his mouth and nose, handed the other one to Paul, and pointed to his mouth and nose to make a motion.

Paul understood in an instant.

Bai Lotian heard from his master that this kind of fragrant air contains hallucinogenic effects nine times out of ten, making people unconscious, and serious can take their lives. This is all the more indicative of the fact that this is a mysterious place, an area that refuses to be entered by strangers.

Bai Letian's newly relaxed heart was once again mentioned in midair.

Following the blurred light, the two continued on until they saw a turn in the distance, and the lights were much brighter.

The two glanced at each other, slowed their steps, and tiptoed over, leaning their backs against the wall, their eyes wide, and slowly poking their heads out.

More than ten meters ahead, there is a gate, the gate is black, with black animal patterns on it, and black circles are carved on the lintel, and on both sides stand two gatekeepers, who are wearing long blue coats and black hoods on their heads, leaning on both sides of the door, as if they are almost asleep.

Bai Lotian took off the towel and opened his mouth to breathe, and he was surprised to find that the fragrance in the air had disappeared.

What secrets would be in that door?

Go in and see!

The two of them retracted their heads and whispered to each other: the best thing to do was to run over while they were drowsy, cover their mouths with a towel, knock them unconscious with a revolver, and pull them to a hidden place.

After discussing it, the two poked their heads out again, only to find that things had changed.

The whispering of the two seemed to wake one of them up. He stretched out his arms, straightened his body, straightened his black hood, showed his eyes, looked warily into the corridors on either side, and then reached out and nudged the man opposite. On the other side was a fat guy, with his head held up round and his thick legs crossed together, he smashed his lips impatiently, muttered a few words, and instantly cheered up, looking left and right.

The two doormen said a few words, pulled out the pistol on their waists, and walked towards Bai Letian's position.

The doorman's leather shoes rustled on the floor, making a rustling sound that gradually reached the ears of the two men.

Bai Lotian clung to the wall around the corner, holding his breath, fear taking over his heart as the footsteps came. He struggled to suppress the fear in his heart, forcing his body to remain still, hiding behind the wall.

Obviously, Paul was also terrified, his hands were shaking, panting rapidly, not knowing how to face these two guys and how to solve the crisis in front of him.

The two of them hid behind the corner, crouched on the ground, their eyes fixed on the corridor in front of them, and once the two guards appeared, it meant that another fight began.

However, the footsteps slowly faded away again, and it seemed that the two of them had turned around and walked towards the other side of the hallway.

Bai Lotian quietly showed his head, and thankfully, sure enough, the two guys walked farther and farther away, chatting as they walked, and didn't seem to find them, maybe it was just a routine inspection.

However, in order to get close to or enter the mysterious gate, you must get rid of the two pesky doormen.

"What should we do?" Bai Lotian asked, "They patrol back and forth like this, and we don't have a chance to get close to the door." ”

"Kill them!" Paul pulled out his revolver.

"But they also have guns," said Bai Lotian, "and they are trained, can we do it?"

"If you don't try, you know, maybe I'm faster. Paul replied, "When they walk through the door again and go on the distance, I will run quickly and cling to the door." ”

Paul went on to say, "When they turn around and walk back, you're in charge of getting their attention, and when they rush to you and run past where I'm and I shoot them in the back, you're sure to finish them off, and you just have to protect yourself." Got it?"

"That's an interesting idea. Bai Lotian nodded and agreed.

Paul packed up, pressed his legs, and jumped lightly, as if he was preparing for the 100-meter race.

The two of them leaned to the wall, and as the footsteps faded away again, they poked their heads out and fixed their eyes on the two gatekeepers.

After pacing farther and farther through the gate, Paul hunched his waist as if he had a motor, and his feet bounced up like an arrow that flew out, and in only three seconds he had pressed his body against the gate, his limbs spread out like a great bat.

But Paul's footsteps still alarmed the gatekeeper, and the two men pulled out their pistols and quickly turned around, their eyes wide like frightened raccoons in the game.

At the moment when the gatekeeper turned around, Bai Lotian stood around the corner, singing loudly and dancing with his hands, like a deranged patient.

The gatekeeper howled, ran over with a gun, his footsteps made a clanging sound, and his eyes were staring at Bai Lotian, and he didn't see Paul clinging to the door at all.

After Bai Lotian saw the people rushing over, he turned around and hid back on the other side of the corner. Immediately afterward, he heard two gunshots, and the low wails of pain from the gatekeeper as he fell.