Immediately behind Xiahou Jian, he went down this dim staircase to a basement, and when he looked around, the area of this basement was really not small, it looked like it was seventy or eighty square meters. It's just that it is divided into two spaces by a wall in the middle, and there is also a cast-iron door in between, which is exactly the same as the place where you first entered. It's just that this door is not an ordinary door lock, but an extremely rare deadbolt.

The bolt behind the door was also cast of pig iron, about a meter long and a palm's width of a hand, and at one end of the bolt, there was an iron chain bolted at the end, all the way to a pulley block above the basement.

Indeed, the weight of this bolt is sixty-seven pounds, if it is carried by hand, I am afraid that it will take a lot of effort to take it down, and it may not be able to do it as tightly as it is in front of me.

Ning Qinghua went down to this basement, and the first thing he saw was a single folding bed, which turned out to be a wire bed, this kind of bed is almost extinct in this era, and people who are a little younger may have never seen this object.

Next to the folding bed, there is a small table, on which there is a kettle of instant noodles, and it seems that someone should have lived here for a long time.

"This place is where I usually rest, and it is closer to me at night, so it is easy to take care of."

Looking back and seeing Ning Qinghua's somewhat confused expression, Xiahou Jian scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"Didn't your father live?"

Ning Qinghua originally thought that this place should be the old man's residence. But he didn't want it to be a place for Xiahou Jian to rest on weekdays, but he was quite surprised.

"No way, even at night, my dad often gets sick, and if no one is watching, I'm really afraid that something will happen."

When he said this, Xiahou Jian looked like he had palpitations, as if he remembered something terrible. His face suddenly turned very pale.

"Knock knock!"

While the two were talking, there was a dull crash from the cast-iron door, which echoed in the dim basement with only an old electric light.

"It's my dad, he's sick again!"

When Xiahou Jian heard this voice, he immediately rushed to the pig iron door, and opened a small window on the door with a length and width of about ten centimeters to look inside. Looking at the expression, it was very sad.

"What's going on?"

"My dad just banged on the door!"

Ning Qinghua also took a few quick steps and followed behind Xiahou Jian.

Knock on the door!

Listen to the sound that just came from behind the cast-iron door. It couldn't have been a person banging on the door. It's as if an African rhinoceros is battering.

This is a door made of pig iron, and to be able to make such a noise, you can imagine how much power this old man behind the door must have.

This kind of power, compared with the current Ning Qinghua, is naturally a small thing. Even if he really faces an African rhinoceros, with Ning Qinghua's current body. You can also play with each other at your fingertips.

However, if such power is placed on an ordinary person. That's a bit of a weird thing.

"Let me see!"

Xia Houjian heard Ning Qinghua's voice behind him, and only then did he realize the purpose of coming down to the basement today. took one last look inside, then took a step back to the side and gave up the position to Ning Qinghua in the back.

The space behind the pig iron door is much smaller than the space between Ning Qinghua and the two now, about less than twenty square meters, there is no light in it, and ordinary people like Xiahou Jian can only see some rough outlines through the dim old electric lamp outside, and they can't see the specific situation inside at all.

However, for Ning Qinghua, who was extremely sensitive to the five senses, it did not pose any problem, and with just a glance, he completely grasped the situation behind the pig iron door.

This small room has no furnishings, except for a thick carpet on the floor, it is empty. Of course, this is not the old man of the noodle shop.

Of course, there is a world of difference between the current old man and the "Second Master Guan" in Ning Qinghua's impression, and it can even be said that there is no one in front of him at all, but more like a beast.

The muscles on the upper and lower parts of the body are strong, the skin is bronzed, and the meridians on it are bulging like dragons and snakes, and the power contained in them, even if you don't experience it yourself, you can understand it at a glance. The originally black eyes were now bloodshot, and there was no human emotion in them, only the purest madness.

The old man in front of him, who was once famous for his unique skills in boiling beef noodles in the entire Xiangnan County, may have become a monster who only knows how to kill in Ningqinghua's eyes.

Yes, killing, killing madness.

From those eyes that had completely lost human emotion, all Ning Qinghua could see was boundless mad killing.

It is certain that if the pig iron door in front of him is opened at this time, this old man will definitely regard Ning Qinghua and his son as the targets of hunting, and will not hesitate to kill the two.

kept banging on the iron door, and a low roar came out of his throat from time to time, the arm that was thicker than ordinary people's thighs was pressed against the pig iron door again and again, and the vibration from the iron door made Ning Qinghua's face a little unnatural.

"My dad is like this every time he gets sick, but when this time passes, he will fall into a coma, and we can go in then!"

Xiahou Jian, who was on the side, thought about the countless times he had experienced such a behaving in front of his father, but even so, this northern man in his thirties still had some moistness in his eyes.

The frenzy behind the door lasted for about half an hour, and then there was silence again.

"Open the door, I'll go in and see!"

Through the small window, Ning Qinghua saw the old man who had become a beast, and fell to the ground exhausted, staring at Ning Qinghua with a pair of red eyes, as if he was an enemy.

"No, now my dad is still conscious, it's too dangerous to go in at this time!"

Xiahou Jian stopped Ning Qinghua and held the switch that pulled the door bolt with one hand, with a resolute expression.

"Don't worry, I have a number, just take advantage of this time to get in!"

Ning Qinghua smiled at Xiahou Jian, with a calm look on his face.

Ning Qinghua was like this, which made Xiahou Jian a little confused. When he opened the door above just now, Ning Qinghua could be regarded as showing his hand, and Xiahou Jian also suspected that Ning Qinghua should be a Jianghu clan. But his father, before he got sick, seemed to be proficient in fists and feet, whether it was strength or speed, he was much stronger than a young man in his prime.

At that time, I also begged my father to teach me some kung fu, even if I didn't become a master, at least I could strengthen my body.

It's a pity that even if he is his own son, Xiahou Jian has not been taught even one and a half tricks by his father, if he asks tightly, he will prevaricate him with the sentence "foreign kung fu hurts his body".

"My father used to be a Jianghu man, I don't know how he is skilled, but a hundred catties of stone locks in his hands, it's like playing."

The reason why he said this with Ning Qinghua now, Xiahou Jian reminded the other party that his old father is also a martial arts practitioner, although he is sick now, but in terms of strength, he is probably countless times stronger than in the past, you are young, don't rely on yourself to learn kung fu for a few years, and you don't know how to open the door. At that time, if something really happens to me, it will be a big trouble.

Although Xiahou Jian's words were a little straightforward, Ning Qinghua could still feel the kindness in the other party's words, so he was not annoyed.

"Don't really worry."

Ning Qinghua saw that Xiahou Jian was resolute, and he was unwilling to open the door now, so he immediately reached out and shook the deadbolt.

"Don't!"

Xiahou Jian thought that Ning Qinghua was going to pull the deadbolt, so he suddenly got anxious, stepped over, and wanted to pull Ning Qinghua's hand, but he didn't want to hold it tightly, and then Ning Qinghua quickly pulled his hand away.

"This, this ......"

That door bolt, where Ning Qinghua had held it, clearly left five fingerprints, which were enough to be used as a fingerprint model.

What kind of kung fu is this, to be able to leave fingerprints on pig iron with bare hands, just like those described in martial arts novels, how much strength is required. Compared with this power, his father behind the door at this moment, even when he was the craziest just now, was afraid that he could only bow to the wind.

Seeing Xiahou Jian's dumbfounded appearance at the moment, Ning Qinghua naturally knew that his goal had been achieved, and immediately reached out and stroked the five fingerprints gently, and the fingerprints that were originally clearly visible were all smoothed out in the next moment, as if they had never appeared.

It's not going to be magic, is it?

This fingerprint appeared and disappeared all at once, today's matter is really too unbelievable for Xiahou Jian, looking at the young man in front of him, his eyes are full of confusion, and he doesn't understand at all, how did Ning Qinghua do it.

"I said, I have a number, you can open the door with confidence!"

"Oh, oh!"

Nodding busily, Xiahou Jian, who was still a little distracted, seemed to have been hypnotized, and almost subconsciously pressed his hand on the switch button that pulled the deadbolt

"Chirp ......"

The deadbolt was opened, Ning Qinghua stretched out his hand to push the door, and it was not until this moment that Xiahou Jian woke up like a dream, and after understanding what he had just done, he suddenly screamed.

"Don't! Come back! ”

Hearing Xiahou Jian's somewhat panicked voice behind him, Ning Qinghua still reached out and pushed the iron door open very steadily. At the moment when the door was opened, the old man, who was already lying on the ground panting, was like a civet cat that had turned over, rolled violently on the spot, kicked his legs, and the whole person was like a cannonball that had just been discharged, and it hit Ning Qinghua directly.

"Smack!"

Xiahou Jian, who couldn't bear to touch it, closed his eyes for the first time, and after a while, he tried to open his eyes without hearing any movement, and when he saw it, his old father was being grabbed by the neck by the young man in front of him, as if he was carrying a chicken.

"I said it's fine."

Ning Qinghua's face was still that breezy look, but in Xiahou Jian's eyes, it made him a little inexplicably in a trance. (To be continued)