Mrs. Guo helped her son up from the ground, and the two of them were shocked, and they couldn't help but shiver when the cold wind blew in from the window.

Tang Yulan stood outside the window, nodded at the two, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Guo Wuyuan was very curious in his heart, how did Tang Yulan stand outside all the time.

It wasn't until more than half a year later, when the painter repainted the exterior wall of the villa, that he discovered the secret. On the window, four finger-thick scratches went straight into the wall, and they were amazed by the marks.

The man with glasses and the tall man got into a black Santana sedan and drove all the way.

The car gradually moved away from the city center. The road is narrow and broken, and the ground is full of discarded garbage, and there is not a single garbage can on the side of the road. The low-rise houses on both sides are full of hair washing rooms, massage parlors, barber shops, and bars with dilapidated doors.

A group of ruffians wandering in the streets, and groups of bewitching girls looked left and right.

Tang Yulan followed all the way and said secretly: "Are they going back to the hell stronghold, or are they going to harm someone again?" If the dignified hell really found this shabby and dilapidated place, it would be very surprising. ”

The car jolted forward.

The man with glasses held the steering wheel, looked back in the rearview mirror, and said, "603, why do I always feel that someone is following us?" ”

The tall man said, "607, you think too much." There is no half of the car behind the ass, you drive so hard, who can keep up with you. Last month, didn't you still feel that you were a supermodel at that time? ”

"Phew! Don't mention her. The man with glasses honked the horn, urging the three girls in front of the car to quickly give way, and said with a straight face: "Which pot of your kid can't be opened?" I can't forget it. It's not like you haven't seen the model, after taking the medicine, the skin on the body has become elastic at all, and the face is wrinkled, like a mummy. I feel sick when I think about it, why is this person not resistant to medicine at all. ”

The Santana car turned left and right on the narrow road and finally came to the gate of a courtyard.

On the walls of the courtyard, there are many advertising slogans such as house ceilings and professional decoration.

Santana's car stopped at the gate, and the eyed man opened the window and said a few words to two sturdy men in security uniforms.

The security guards gave a respectful salute, and one of them took the remote control and opened the car door to let him go.

As soon as the man in glasses stepped on the accelerator, Santana's car drove into the hospital.

Tang Yulan walked in and saw that the security guards had bulging waists and were carrying weapons. Outside the gate, there is a sign with a gold background that reads "Jiyu Beauty Products Manufacturing Co., Ltd."

This is yet another base in Hell, and you shouldn't be wrong.

Tang Yulan lurked next to the tall wall in three or two clicks, his legs were slightly bent, he leaned upward, his hands were easily buckled to the two-and-a-half-meter-high wall, and his arms were forced, just like swinging, and with a flick of his body, he had already jumped over the wall and landed lightly on the ground, with a slight sound, like a leaf falling to the ground.

Tang Yulan lurked down and stuck to an old banyan tree.

Hell is no better than other places, not to mention that it is not clear who is here, is it Zong Bai, or Lu Ba?

There are many tattoo masters in it, and if you want to hide them, you must be careful step by step.

Suddenly, several bright lights shone towards the wall.

At the same time, a string of footsteps passed by the banyan tree.

Tang Yulan's eyes are very keen, and he only needs a little light to see the surrounding environment clearly. He looked at the place where the light was coming from and saw three men on patrol, all with tattoos on their faces.

Twenty meters away on the left, in front of the blue warehouse door, there were also two teams of people patrolling. Fifty meters to the right, uniformed security guards are standing guard.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there is a post in five steps and a post in ten steps in the whole courtyard.

Tang Yulan's body was like a ghost, and he controlled his pace and breath, trying to blend in with the environment.

Sometimes prostrate, sometimes jumping, dodging the patrols of the scribes, and running towards a small three-story bungalow in the middle.

The wind blowing at night was not strong, and when the wind swept over the low weeds on the ground and the treetops, it made a faint sound, although the sound was small, but it was enough to hide Tang Yulan's footsteps.

Tang Yulan could clearly feel that the air was flowing and moving more than ten meters around his body.

His shoes had already been broken, and the soles of his feet stepped on the cold stone pavement, and the hard properties of the stone slabs seemed to be transmitted to the soles of his feet, and for a moment, Tang Yulan felt that he had become a stone statue.

The ankles were touched by weeds, and the grass and trees were yellow. He felt a decay, as if his whole body was stiff, his blood was dry, and his heart was still beating, but it was getting slower and slower.

Tang Yulan's heart suddenly became clear, it turned out that not only did he affect the surrounding air and various elements in the matter, but they were also influencing himself. He couldn't say it clearly in his heart, he only felt that his strength had inadvertently risen a step.

The eyes seem to see more clearly, and the ears seem to hear not only sounds, but also the various shapes of objects.

Tang Yu approached the western-style building in the middle like a blue lightning.

The building was brightly lit, and in the corridor outside the room stood the tattooed men with loaded guns, the tattoos on their faces constantly changing. Tang Yulan heard the sound of their gasps, and immediately judged that their lungs were very powerful, and when they wheezed, they gave people a feeling of surging power.

"These people are not ordinary tattooers, they are either tattoo chiefs, or they have been injected with potions." It was not difficult for Tang Yulan to kill these people. With his current strength, he is not afraid of being besieged by the Tattoo Chief. The hard thing is not to disturb anyone, but to blend in.

If Fathead Six is imprisoned inside, it would be great if he could be found. Even if you can't find him, you can't come in vain.

Tang Yulan crouched in the corner, slowly inhaled, this breath was a full two minutes, and then held his breath, motionless.

The speed of the heart beating is getting slower and slower, slowly decreasing to four or five seconds at a time.

Tang Yulan's whole person seems to have become a stone.

Half an hour passed......

Tang Yulan changed his breath, and he suddenly had a feeling that he had never felt before, as if he was about to hibernate, his whole body was cold, but he didn't feel any discomfort.

Another hour passed.

Tang Yulan didn't move like a mountain, feeling like he was watching a movie, and the tattoos were walking back and forth on the screen, but these people had nothing to do with him.

There were more than a dozen tattooers walking by, and they walked outside the room, pulled out their pocket syringes and injected them into their arms, and then entered the hallway to change guards with each other.

"Wonderful timing! Don't move now, but when! ”

Tang Yulan's toes are on tiptoe, his figure is like electricity, and his agile body makes the best yoga masters feel ashamed when they see it. Tang Yulan was already close to the back of the western-style building, his five fingers inserted into the mottled wall, his body was like a gecko, and he quickly climbed to the height of more than two floors.

The stairs were empty, Tang Yulan took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it and took two puffs, and said, "Lao Tzu seems to be a thief." ”

Smoking a cigarette, Tang Yulan swaggered towards the third floor.

The upstairs was brightly lit, and the corridor was empty, Tang Yulan hurriedly walked a few steps, and suddenly a door opened behind him, followed by a cold voice asking, "Who?!" ”

"Don't you even know me?" As soon as Tang Yulan spoke, his voice was exactly the same as Zong Bai's. He had seen Zong Bai and was more familiar with the other party's voice.

The man behind him was startled, only heard two knocks, knelt on the floor on his knees, and said respectfully: "I've seen Lord Zongbai." ”

"Hmm." Tang Yulan nodded, and asked without looking back: "The person captured by the Flying Bird Group, how is it now?" ”

"My subordinates don't know." The man kneeling on the ground said honestly, "Haven't you always ordered Ghost No. 601 to be responsible for this matter?" ”

Tang Yulan said lightly: "The Flying Bird Group is not simple, this person is very important, you have to show me a good look." By the way, call Ghost 601, I have something to ask him. ”

The man wondered in his heart, didn't the prison envoy just let himself collect information?

He raised his head slightly, and saw a pair of unshoed feet, and the trousers under the legs were missing, as if they had been burned by fire.

This person is not Master Zongbai.

Smelling the faint scent of nicotine in the air, the man was more aware of this.

Lord Zongbai never smokes, so who is this person, obviously dressed in high-end fabric clothes, but he can wear such a sloppy temperament.

"Yes, sir." The man pretended not to know and slowly got up from the ground. At the same time, taking a deep breath and adjusting his breath, in an instant, the colorful tattoo lines on his face appeared, he clenched his fist, silently, and hit Tang Yulan in the back of the heart with a thunderous punch, hitting the black coat.

"Whew!"

The coat was blasted open with a fist the size of a basin, the wind was stirring, and the person in the coat was nowhere to be seen.

The corridor was empty, and the sloppy man just now seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. The man turned his head sharply and looked behind him, and two sharp rays of light shot out from his narrowed eyes.

There is still no one behind it.

Is the corridor as bright as day haunted?

The man looked up again, a black shadow quickly enlarged, and then his eyes went black, and the man hung upside down in front of him like a bat, and said with a smile: "For the sake of the love you knelt down just now, I won't kill you." But whatever I ask, you have to answer honestly. ”

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the man's back, and he couldn't be more familiar with the face in front of him, from the small sergeant to the prison envoy and the demon king, all of whom had seen his photos and videos.

He was the only one who could escape from the base, and the only one who had fought against Hell for so long and still survived.

The man's mouth grew and he was about to scream, when one hand squeezed his throat like lightning, and the blood did not splash, and he was frozen by the cold breath on his hand.

The man's mouth opened and closed, but he could no longer make any sound.

Tang Yulan fell lightly, and said with regret: "Don't let you call, you don't listen, do you regret it?" ”