Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Black Market (1)
The staircase, which had lost its support columns, seemed to be even less stable than when I first entered the house in the cold season, and when I stepped on it, every step was constantly shaking, and the gray that shook off sprinkled on the ground on the first floor, staining the moss on the ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Between the two steps, between the peeling cement blocks, thick steel bars are exposed, and the iron that has been oxidized in the air for a long time is black and swaying slightly in the air.
In the cold season, his steps collapsed even more, and his toes jumped straight up, and he barely stepped from the third step of the stairs to the ground.
After taking this step in the cold season, I turned around and felt that the staircase was shaking even more.
A little puzzled, when Wang Chuan went downstairs with her sniper rifle, would this staircase collapse.
Or, directly bury Wang Chuan under this pile of cement?
No longer thinking about it, when the cold season came out of that house, the two hunters with fierce faces were still standing at the door of the house.
The two big men squinted at her, their fierce eyes faintly revealed a little surprise, and the hands crossed behind their backs moved slightly.
Noticing their slight movements, Leng Ji subconsciously took a step back slightly, looking at them with vigilance in his eyes.
Before the hand was withdrawn from his back, he stopped, Dahan paused, realized his gaffe, unconsciously turned his head, and looked at the companion next to him, and in the next second, his hands returned to the position of crossing his back.
His eyes flickered, and Leng Ji saw their small movements without concealment, standing there and waiting, seeing that they had no more superfluous movements, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.
Now if you have to deal with three more people because of Wang Chuan, you squint your eyes, and the situation will be a lot more troublesome.
Seeing them stop, the cold season was a little relieved.
The eyes of the two big men were still the same fierce, but there was no more movement, and their hideous faces still faintly revealed a trace of indifference in the eyes of the cold season.
Pulled the coat on his arm, the previous battle had already dyed Yi's clothes red, and after a little tidying up in the cold season, he found patches of blood.
Scratching his head, he put the leaking hair back into his hat and combed it twice, and then took a new step in the cold season.
The ground was steaming hot, and the women who set up the stalls did not know when they had closed their stalls and gone home, leaving the empty streets, dried in the hot sun, evaporated, and scattered little by little.
Sure enough, it was a hot summer weather, and after a pause in the cold season, looking up, the sun was still dazzling as yesterday, but the difference was that in the current cold season, I touched my flat stomach and faintly felt the hunger from the depths of my body.
Pursed his lips...... In the cold season, I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday.
No wonder, I feel hungry......
Thinking about it, Leng Ji judged the direction and walked all the way down the street.
The bricks on the red wall, piece by piece, were embedded in the wall, forced to accept the exposure of the sun, and in the passing years, little by little, contributed their few reds, until the bricks completely faded, and the whole wall completely collapsed under the exposure to the sun.
Ahead, another human-high wall collapsed, revealing the house he had hidden from it.
On the creeper-covered walls, faintly, countless cracks spread from the ground to the top of the building, and then disappeared.
The greenery that stretches to every corner of the town has witnessed the rise and fall of the town, but it is impossible to tell what it has experienced in the cold season.