Jiang Nanjun broke into Nangong Xiang's territory in Changyang Town alone, and first found the remnants of the Sifang Inn. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After checking it out, there was no big gain, so I continued to sneak in the direction of Sifang Village.

The desolate scenery along the way made his heart palpitate, hanging on the dead trees, and the fragments of clothes from the anonymous man made him even more incredible.

He looked at the thinking cloud floating in front of him, stretched out his finger to point to the content of the conversation with the boss, and suddenly remembered what he said, after the tragedy in the four directions, there have been several cases of missing people in a row, and he suddenly slapped his head, shaking the clouds for a while, and exclaimed: "Yes! This must be Nangong Xiang in the old cloth maze again! Over the years, when he went out on business from outside the Golden Silkworm Territory, he never left his body, and Sonya followed him through the virtual realm, and at night, he let her out to hunt, and let out a wolf howl to frighten people. And those missing orphans were all caught by him and became Sanya's prey! The follow-up cases not only aggravated the terrifying atmosphere in Changyang Town, but also intimidated the people into silence and moved out one after another.

Thinking of this, the ins and outs of the entire bloody case have been completely opened up by him, and the blood all over his body seems to be frozen in an instant, and then look at those broken strips of cloth, the tragic scene when their owners were killed keeps appearing in front of him.

There are many murders in Changyang Town, but because Long Yuan is the owner of the money, his territory is not open to the public, so no one comes to investigate. So Nangong Xiang unscrupulously borrowed this identity and did whatever he wanted here. This stupid and incompetent officialdom in the world is really outrageous and disappointing!

His mind was intense, and his footsteps did not stop, and he found that it didn't take much time to stand at the entrance of Sifang Village.

In line with the story of the tea shop owner, there are wooden or thatched huts everywhere in this village, but they have been abandoned for a long time, and most of them have not even the roofs and lintels left, leaving only empty wooden shelves, standing in the night, like countless ghosts with big mouths, holding the posture of imminent attack, staring at him fiercely.

The surrounding area was full of hot ghosts, and he unsheathed his sword and clenched it tightly in his hand. Despite his stealth, he subconsciously lowered his waist and walked forward cautiously.

Not far from the village, a dry well appeared in front of him, and he was overjoyed and ran over in a few steps.

On the stone steps next to the well platform, there is a wooden barrel upside down, the barrel is so dry that it bursts, if it is not for the wire hoop, I am afraid that it would have broken into several petals.

He put the barrel under his nose and sniffed it, nodded in satisfaction, buried half of his body again, and looked down the well, but all he saw was the dry and cracked wall of the well, which stretched downward, and could not see the bottom of the well.

When he found nothing, he left the well and searched the nearby farmhouse. After a while, he gathered a pile of tattered sheets and bedding, and then tore them into strips, twisted them together into twisted ropes, tied one end to a dead tree, and the other end wrapped around his waist, and after testing the firmness, he crossed the wellhead and began to fall to the bottom of the well.

"Hey, all mortals are so carefree, they only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals. But every time I encounter this kind of dilemma, I have to envy those immortals who can soar through the clouds and mist......"

He laughed bitterly at himself, worried that the self-made rope was not long enough, and in the end, he still had to jump and fall on his ass to blossom. He was like a god everywhere, and this worry soon became a reality again.

The rope was exhausted, the bottom of the well hadn't reached yet, and thankfully, even if he had to jump down, that height wouldn't hurt his ass anymore.

When he stood at the bottom of the well with his two feet, without fear of frightening passers-by, he took out a fire fold and blew it on, and saw himself surrounded by the round walls of the well, and the hard mud under his feet.

He put the Yin Yan sword at his feet, and pressed his right hand on the wall of the well, hoping to find a mechanism and open a secret door or something, but it turned out to be in vain.