Be a thief with a weak heart.

This description of Rong Jinhuadang's mood is not false at all, in the face of Zhuo Yifan's raging glances, she squeezed out a dry smile with some embarrassment.

"What are you doing in my house?" Although Zhuo Yifan also responded to her with a smile, those eyes were cold and ruthless, and Jinhua saw that as long as he said the wrong word, he would lose his life.

"I'm just in a hurry, come and help Mr. tidy up the house reads();." Although her face tried her best to keep her composure, there was a veritable undercurrent surging in her heart, and when Zhuo Yifan didn't come back, she searched for it in this house, not to mention the tall and wide ashes, and she didn't even have a night pot.

It's really unimaginable that a person who eats and eats chopsticks would live in a room with only one bed and four white walls, it is really a contradiction, Zhuo Yifan is too hidden!

"I'm in a hurry." Zhuo Yifan bit these three words and read them again.

When Jinhua heard Zhuo Yifan learn from her, her throat seemed to be firmly pinched by a pair of big hands, and she couldn't tell the lie without blushing and beating like before, because Zhuo Yifan's tigerish eyes were really terrifying, and looking at it, Jinhua realized more and more that he was a fish on the chopping board, a lamb to be slaughtered, and making up lies was just a useless struggle.

"Since Miss Rong is idle, why don't you help me a little?" Finally, Zhuo Yifan looked away.

Jinhua's hanging heart had just been released, and when he heard his words, he was hung up again.

Zhuo Yifan's tone was full of domineering that could not be refused, Jinhua stared at him, and when he met him, he seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and immediately turned into a frosted eggplant.

"If the gentleman is in need, Ronghua should do his best to help."

Zhuo Yifan's eyes blinked, very satisfied with her answer. Then he asked, "How much do you know about pastels?" ”

Jinhua was a little stunned in her heart, the age of pastel is too recent, and it is generally not sold at a price, she doesn't quite understand what Zhuo Yifan means.

"Come with me." Zhuo Yifan saw that she was puzzled, and spit out a sentence stiffly.

kept up with Zhuo Yifan's steps, but saw him take her to the small courtyard, Jinhua because she had just arrived. The range of motion is very small, and they don't know the way. But Zhuo Yifan's pace was not slow, so she was inconvenient to ask, so she had to keep up. Silently remember the way in your heart.

Zhuo Yifan's Baibaoju has its own world, the storefront facing the street seems to be a cover-up, and the courtyard behind the store is the real base camp, Zhuo Yifan took her around into a small room. As soon as he entered the door, Jinhua involuntarily became short of breath - the celadon vase containing the tall and wide ashes was respectfully enshrined on the altar table in the hall.

Zhuo Yifan looked at Jinhua's facial expression. He bowed to the tall and wide ranks, and then lifted the white cloth that covered the offering table.

The table has a shaft.

The black wellhead was like a big mouth, Jinhua looked at the big mouth, and then looked at Zhuo Yifan. Suddenly, I felt a little panic in my heart.

Zhuo Yifan seemed to have been ready for a long time, but he took out a thick hemp rope from the house and wrapped one end around his waist. The other end was tied to the doorpost and climbed on the offering table first. Climb into the well with a rope.

After a while, I didn't know if Zhuo Yifan had reached the bottom of the well, but I heard a voice from the well: "You come too." ”

Jinhua looked at the tall and wide ashes on the offering table and moved his mind.

Since Zhuo Yifan is in the well, it is not just right for her to walk with the ashes in her arms.

In fact, this idea is nothing more than Jinhua's wishful thinking.

As soon as she held the celadon vase, the door of the room, which had been wide open, suddenly slammed shut, and the lit white candle seemed to have been blown by the wind, and the flames were all extinguished, and the bright room became dull and cold.

Fear rose inexplicably in her heart, Zhuo Yifan was still calling her from the well, but the voice, it sounded, something was wrong.

After hesitating for a while, Jinhua slowly put the celadon vase, and while she was placing the celadon vase, she paid attention to the movement of the door.

The bottle was placed, but the door was still closed.

"Smack." A sound of slapping on the flesh suddenly sounded, and the cold and dampness on the ankle made Jinhua's whole body stiff, and she lowered her head and moved her eyes to the offering table, looking in the direction where her ankle was caught.

cold, with a pair of cold eyes.

"Why don't you come?" Hearing the question, Jinhua's rapid breathing calmed down, it turned out that Zhuo Yifan had caught her, and she really thought she was a hell of a thing.

"Here it is." In response to Zhuo Yifan, Jinhua grabbed the rope and slid forward, the rope was extremely sticky, and there was a fishy smell, which made people's heads swell.

But she didn't think much about it, because Zhuo Yifan was still urging.

The wall of the well is made of green bricks, and there is a lot of moss on it, and Jinhua carefully observes it while carefully climbing along the rope.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan standing at the bottom of the well waiting for her, Jinhua speculated that this well should be a dry well.

But the farther she went, the more she saw clearly, the more frightened she became, for there was a large hole on each side of the mossy well, and several bones were piled up at the mouth of the hole.

Stepping on the stone at the bottom of the well and landing, Zhuo Yifan saw her coming, so he deftly drilled towards the hole on the side, Jinhua rubbed his hands with a handkerchief, wiped off the dirt on his hands, avoided the Sen Bai corpse on the ground, and followed Zhuo Yifan's ass into the hole.

She was afraid, even more afraid when she saw those bones, she was afraid that Zhuo Yifan would do it, and she was afraid that she would stay at the bottom of the well forever like those bones.

But if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger?

Therefore, the tunnel still has to break through.

Zhuo Yifan walked in front, saw Jinhua coming over, slowed down, he waited for Jinhua to get closer, stopped, and warned: "Whatever I ask you to do, you have to do it, don't act rashly like before." ”

Jinhua knew that Zhuo Yifan knew that she was moving Gao Kuan's ashes on it, and she secretly calculated in her heart, so she decided to be silent and pretend to be dead.

Zhuo Yifan wanted to take himself somewhere, looking at Zhuo Yifan's back that seemed to be hidden in the dark, the shadow of fear in Jinhua's heart became thicker.

Because Zhuo Yifan didn't let the lights be lit, they moved forward in the dark, and the darkness that could not see the end swelled the fear in their hearts a little bit, and as they walked, Jinhua was a little dizzy, Zhuo Yifan walked fast, and the color of the clothes he wore was also dark, which was not easy to identify in the tunnel.

Jinhua turned his head to look behind him, they had already walked a long way, and it was not a good idea to retreat at this moment.

The back suddenly itched, and the more I scratched, the more I scratched, and I couldn't stop scratching.

But when she touched it, Jinhua felt that something was wrong, and she grabbed a handful of hair, but her hairstyle was short.

"Mr. Zhuo!" Jinhua's heart was beating wildly, and Wei Wei let go of her hand, and she also had a little itch on her neck.

Zhuo Yifan didn't respond, Jinhua didn't dare to move, she felt someone touch her shoulder, the touch like a stone, and her scalp was numb with cold.

It can't be Zhuo Yifan, but who will it be? (To be continued.) )