After the break, the survivors moved. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After enough food and rest, Xian Luo and Zhang Tianshi walked around at will, looking at the survivors who wanted to speak and stopped, Fu Jialan sat on the ground. The hearts of the survivors are already outside, so naturally they can't hold it.

"Mr. Fu. "The survivors sent three representatives. The three are Ah Jun's friend Booker, Allen, who has been missing for three years, and Phyllis, who has been missing for thirty years.

"Say it. Their actions were expected by Fu Jialan, and what he was waiting for was for them to come over and negotiate by themselves.

"Mr. Fu, are you Jiajun's friend?" Booker's tired little face was mixed with warmth, as if he expected Jiajun to come to their rescue.

"Song Jiajun is not a psychic, your parents are very worried about you, and the national government is also worried about you, they are the entrusting party. ”

"I'm so sorry for them...... "Fu Jialan mentioned Booker's parents, Booker crossed his face, covered his face and cried.

"Good boy, you're alive, they won't blame you. Alan patted Booker on the shoulder, his eyes moistening a little.

"Now tell me how you survived. The touching scene can't infect Fu Jialan, "Booker has only been in for three days, so it's natural not to say that they can survive, but what about you?"

Fu Jia's blue eyes looked directly at the two of them, although his gaze was not sharp, but it invisibly made the two of them feel heavy oppression.

"I've lived here for thirty years, and it may sound incredible, but it's true. I live here in chaos, and if it weren't for the occasional person coming in and telling me time, I wouldn't know what time is, I wouldn't know how to live. Phyllis's eyes were a little glazed, and his calm voice was filled with fear and vicissitudes, "We came in as a team, 23 people, and in the end, only the three of us survived. ”

"Oh, out of 23 people, only three survived. Phyllis shook his head in self-deprecation, his royal blue eyes welling up with tears.

"There were eight of us when we came in, and now it's just me and Benjam......in," Alan couldn't help but sob, sobbing at the mouth of his deceased companion.

Infected by the trio, the survivors on the other side wept one after another. The few people didn't understand English very well, but they also listened to a rough idea and could understand what the three of them said.

Slima looked at the people in the archives and imagined them dying beside him, but just thinking about it made Cela's eyes moisten uncontrollably, and his heart throbbed. Before she knew it, they were already inseparable companions, and she couldn't accept it anyway as she watched them pass away beside her.

However, fate can sometimes be unpredictable.

"How did they all die?"

"Dry corpse...... Mummy...... Some people were killed by dry corpses. Phyllis said intermittently.

"What else?"

"There were so many ghosts that day...... We ran up to the third floor, and the owner of the castle was on the third floor!" Before Phyllis could speak, one of the thirty-year survivors shouted.

"Third floor?" Fu Jialan raised her eyebrows.

"Third floor?" Phyllis looked at the man in horror with a slash in his throat, "Ben, I can't believe you guys went up to the third floor!"

"What's on the third floor?" Fu Jialan grasped the point.

"The owner of the castle was on the third floor! We went up to the third floor that day when music came out from the third floor, and we saw the owner of the castle and his wife dancing! They danced and danced all night! Later, Alice interrupted them, and the owner of the castle became angry...... And then...... And then...... Alice: They're all dead...... All ...... dead."

"They were killed by the owner of the castle?"

"I don't know...... We got separated...... They were killed by ghosts, and Maria couldn't stand it anymore and committed suicide...... Dead trees outside hit and killed...... Maria...... Maria...... It's all my fault...... You're scared, but I'm going to bring you in...... Maria...... I'm sorry for you......" Ben said uncontrollably, and the scene of the girl crashing to death under a tree appeared in front of him. Obviously she was such a smiling girl, but at that moment, her beautiful face was covered with splattered blood, and the black hole the size of a fist on her forehead kept flowing with blood and brains, and no matter what he did, he couldn't save her. The more he thought about the past, Ben's heart ached, his hoarse voice was torn, and he cried like a child who had lost something important.

"Whoever disturbs the peace of the castle will be trapped in the castle forever. Booker said with a wry smile.

"Third floor, dancing, suicide?" Fu Jialan muttered these key words.

"Uncle Fu, that ...... Shall we go up to the third floor and have a look?" said Slim Ros, stretching her neck tentatively.

The corners of Fu Jialan's lips hooked, and she said with a bit of teasing: "Can you still understand English?"

Xianluo's eyelids jumped, how could she have the urge to punch someone Fu in the face? Xianluo silently spit out a few times, suppressed the urge to hit that handsome face, pointed to her eyes, and said euphemistically: "Listening is only understanding a little bit, who and I are not returnees like Uncle Fu?" But Uncle Fu, don't forget my eyes. ”

"What do you see?"

"The aura has run to the third floor, there must be something on the third floor!" said Slender with confidence.

As if to prove the correctness of Fiber's words, almost as soon as Fiber's words fell, an ancient and mournful Western dance music came.

Hearing the strange dance music, the survivor's body trembled, and subconsciously curled up into a ball, and his empty eyes looked ahead in horror.

"It's really Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here. Gong Meimei smiled and said with a smile, and a trace of fierceness flashed in her eyes. She just suffered a dark loss, and she was upset.

"The spiritual pressure on the third floor has changed. Qian Yuehong opened her eyes, and her delicate little face was as calm as ever.