He glanced at the four ghosts, and to my horror, the four ghosts actually dispelled the resentment in their hands, lowered their heads again, and changed back to the dumbfounded appearance I had when I first met them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Could it be that these four ghosts are his henchmen?

What is the identity of the man in black, there are actually four ghosts guarding the gate for him, and three of them are powerful ghosts.

"Come in." The man in black said a weak word to me, then turned and walked towards the room.

When I followed him into the room, an extremely cold aura instantly surrounded me, as if I had suddenly entered an ice cellar on a hot summer day, and goosebumps rose all over my body.

The layout of this room is the same as that of No. 1013 next door, about 20 square meters of standard rooms, the difference is that there is a large cloth curtain in the middle of the room to divide the room into two independent spaces.

The curtain was pitch black, and I couldn't see what was going on over there, but from what I had just heard the woman's wail, I suspected that there was a poor and helpless woman lying on the single bed behind the curtain.

As I was staring at the curtain, a stranger feeling became more and more intense: it seemed as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at me, and this feeling was inexplicably born from the moment I entered the room, and as I went deeper into the room, the feeling became more intense, so strong that I was a little uneasy, as if as soon as I did something wrong, several fierce gods would suddenly jump out and break me into pieces.

This feeling of sharpness in my back makes me feel like I am stuck in my throat, like sitting on pins and needles.

But as far as the eye can see, there is nothing in the room, am I being nervous?

"Sorry to bother you." The man in black sat down and poured me a glass of water.

His hands were trembling all the time, and it looked like a man who had been hungry for days had no strength, but he was in good spirits and could be described as excited, because he showed me that rare smile again.

"It's fine." I set the cup aside and asked straight to the point, "Is there anything you can help with?" ”

"You?" The man in black glanced at me, "No need, how can you help?" ”

His reply was so casual, in the same tone as he usually did, but I could hear a disdain in his words that was hard to hide, and I was dumbfounded.

But he didn't feel rude at all, as if he was accustomed to this embarrassing atmosphere, he poured himself a glass of water, and said lightly: "My name is Chun Yutu." ”

"Forehead......" I touched my nose speechlessly, is this a self-introduction? But I didn't ask him what his name was, what a strange guy. Hey, what's his name, my purpose is to ask for a way to save Han Xiaolin, as long as Han Xiaolin can be brought back to life, I don't care if you are called Zhang San or Li Si, so I took out my mobile phone and looked at the time: "Mr. Chunyu, it's past twelve o'clock now, it's 'tomorrow morning', right?" ”

What he said at the time was very clear, let me sleep, and tell me the way tomorrow morning, but I don't know, in his eyes, is early morning considered tomorrow morning?

"Since you want to know so much, I'll tell you." Chun Yu Tu glanced at me who was waiting for the following, and continued: "If you want to save her, you must go to the prison cliff. ”

"Hellcliff?" I frowned, in my memory, I had never heard of this place name, was it a remote place? Thinking of this, I asked, "Mr. Chunyu, where is the prison cliff?" ”