In the dimly lit factory, only one candle was lit on the empty ground, and the candlelight was faintly visible. A person lying on the ground could be faintly seen, looking terrifying in the dim environment.

Huo Lun couldn't open his heavy eyelids, his head felt like a mess of paste, the whole person was dizzy, and before he had time to think about the current situation, a sharp pain came from his internal organs, and he almost suffocated in pain, but he had no way to open his mouth to vent this pain, and he felt that his soul was trembling!

He felt his numb legs being dragged down, and his upper body was lifted and placed on his shoulders.

Finally, he opened his eyelids with great effort, and his eyes could only squint with difficulty, and it was dark all around, and he couldn't see where it was. The man carrying him walked steadily, but after a long time, a slight panting could be heard.

Finally he regained some senses, staring straight at the heels of one after the other on the ground, it seemed that this person was planning to throw him to the body? According to the pain in his stomach before, he did not feel the defect of his body, that is, he was not operated on from the outside, and he did not feel the loss of blood.

Assuming that he was poisoned to death, then it was the murderer who was carrying him now, and he was ready to throw him into the wilderness without checking whether he was dead again.

Who is he?

Why kill him?

A cursory recollection of the past enemies, who could risk being a murderer had to put him to death. After thinking about it, I didn't search for anyone involved, but now it's not a question of who wants to kill him, but how to get out of this environment.

The internal organs of the body are still aching, it seems that the toxins have not yet volatilized, and the arms are not able to exert strength. Even if you try your best, you can only exert one-tenth of the strength of an adult, and now your body is too weak.

Thinking of this, Huo Lun suddenly felt a sense of urgency, he had to find a way to save himself, otherwise he would really be buried alive.

"Poof!"

Hollen was thrown to the ground roughly, his face hit the ground first, he almost cried out in pain, gritted his teeth, closed his mouth tightly, and held back his breath.

Breathe carefully, inhale some dust in your nostrils, exhale out to feel the wetness of the earth, and press your bare hands against the withered yellow weeds.

A pair of powerful palms grabbed Huo Lun's arm, and as soon as his heart tightened, he was turned over.

He still pretended to be a corpse, motionless to deceive the other party.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was night, on the way here, he saw that the surrounding environment could not reach out and not see the five fingers, and by the faint moonlight, he could only vaguely see the environment of about two or three meters around, and the visibility was extremely low.

Struggling and trembling his eyelids, he opened a thin slit and saw a man of moderate stature, crouching down, taking out a heavy package from under the covered grass, turning his hands over, picking at the contents of the package.

"Bang!"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a sharp shovel.

The other party took out some items from the package on the ground and threw them on the ground, he saw that it was a large steel bottle filled with water, but fortunately it was not directly hit on his head.

The pungent smell of potion coming from around the bottle, even if the cap was tightly screwed, could not stop the pungent smell.

It reminded him of the destruction of corpses.

Under these limited conditions, he had almost no advantage to escape, his body was still very weak, and it only took more than half an hour from he was carried to this wilderness, which could not play much role at all.

Now that the other party has finished packing up his tools, he is very well prepared, even two shovels have been prepared, and some auxiliary supplies, in such an environment, no one can find him if the grass is three feet high on his grave.

The other party took advantage of the night and prepared to bury him.

The sharp side of the shovel is inserted into the soil, and the digging movement is a bit loud, and the soil here is obviously not so well developed. The other party was working hard, and from a short distance, Huo Lun could hear his panting.

He's tired!

I'll have to wait a little longer.

Huo Lun used some small tricks, even breathing, to relax his body, seize every minute and second to recover, his only chance of winning is to take advantage of the murderer's exhaustion, grab the shovel, fight with all his strength, and cut at the murderer's head, this is the only chance to live!

I felt that the pain in my body was slowly subsiding, and I had some strength in my hands, which was much better than when I first woke up.

After more than half an hour, the big pit on the ground was already a little larger, and it was barely enough to lie in a person.

The figure not far away has not stopped, and it should be that he wants to bury him as soon as possible.

Hollen's gaze slowly shifted to the handle of the shovel in front of him.

Stretched out his hand, approaching the handle little by little, his eyes kept staring at the man's back, as if the other party was sure that he was definitely dead, and didn't care about him at all.

Finally, I came across a wooden hard object, grabbed the handle directly, and held it tightly.

His body writhed slightly, away from the debris next to his body, so as not to make any noise when he got up.

"Whew, whew..."

The panting sound was louder, and the murderer's hands kept moving, and he was about to finish.

Now is the time!

Gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath, he could hear his faint heartbeat, and suddenly turned over, and in a few seconds he approached the murderer, waved the shovel in his hand, and looked at the back of his head fiercely.

Just as the sharp shovel was about to make contact with the back of the opponent's head, a face turned around, and the shovel smashed directly into his face, and Horren even saw his frightened expression.

"Bang!bang!"

After smashing the other party to death, he smashed it several times in a row, reached out to probe his nostrils, and finally ran out of breath!

Breathing heavily, there is no imminent death crisis, and only then can I relax and take a breath. Suddenly he thought of something, and looked down at the bloody shovel on his hand.

"Why is it that there are two shovels, but only one man digs a pit and buries the body?"

Realized something, maybe the murderer was more than one person, and the other didn't come for some reason, or was on the way to come.

Maybe the other party took an extra handful, no matter what the answer was, this place couldn't stay longer.

"It's really digging a hole to bury yourself!" can be regarded as the other party's own doing.

But this is also the turn of him to say this sentence when he is out of danger, if he doesn't wake up early, he will wake up late for a while and a half, and now it is estimated that it will be cold in the morning, which is also a blessing in misfortune.

Bending down and dragging the other person's body into the pit, remembering something, he walked to the place where he was lying on the ground before, picked up the sundries, rummaged through them for a while, and picked up the big bottle.

"Sulfuric acid!"

gasped: "This is too vicious, this is still going to be disfigured!"