The group walked out of the portal, and they were greeted by a mansion with two guards standing in front of it.

Under the concerned gaze of everyone, Wilson scratched his head: "Uh... You tell me it's a cemetery? Awesome...."

Lin Huang walked over, "Damn, mentally retarded, this is the employer's house, don't you want to ask before you go to the grave?" ”

Wilson woke up from a dream: "Oh. ”

Diclan had been hiding behind and smiling.

Mason selectively ignored Wilson's stupidity and walked up to the two guards: "Let's solve the problem of the cemetery. ”

The guard nodded, then gave way.

"Did these two people stand in the cold wind for too long and have their faces paralyzed?" In the corridor of the mansion, Lin Huang whispered to Wilson about the calf.

Wilson thought for a moment and said in a subtle tone: "I think it's a bit similar, then again, this family is so rich, and the funeral goods must be very valuable." ”

Lin Huang said lightly: "If you don't see through it, you can say five or five points." ”

"Deal."

In this way, Lin Huang's dirty deal with Wilson was established.

At the end of the hallway, Mason glanced through the crack in the door and said with a serious expression, "I'll come in and let me talk." ”

When everyone walked into the living room, the first thing that caught their eye was a huge chandelier, and then there was a riotous golden fireplace, and a strange animal skin sofa that contradicted the background.

"It's really rich... This time, the reward is at least 10,000 yuan per person, otherwise we will rob it directly. Lin Huang thoughtfully conspired with Wilson.

This time, even Declan, the brother of Guapi, nodded in agreement.

Lin Huang looked at it, there was no one on the sofa, and a round table not far away was full of all kinds of killing Matt.

There is a little stinger in a snail suit, a mink coat woman, a colorful wash, scissors and blows, a prosthetic leg thief-eyed old man, and a muscular brother who almost only wears ribs.

The rest knew at a glance that they were the owners of the mansion.

Lin Huang looked at the five people with different painting styles, and couldn't help but want to sing the Vietnamese version of Wrong, Wrong, Wrong.

Mason and the others took their seats, but there were two places missing, and Lin Huang and Wilson chose to stand.

"You're a guest of the Saint Jie Mercenary Regiment, right?" The man in the main seat spoke with a professional smile.

Mason nodded.

The man turned and whispered something to the attendant behind him.

From time to time, the attendant returned with two chairs.

The two of them were about to sit down when the little stinger in the stinging suit dragged the chair over and lay down on it.

Lin Huang suddenly felt embarrassed and embarrassed, so he quickly pulled out his sword and slashed at the little man.

Everyone didn't expect him to do it directly.

Wilson stopped and slowed him down, so he rolled and fell to the ground, and when he got up again, there was a deep scar on his arm, and a trace of black mist floated out of the wound.

"What do you mean?" Xiao Zizi took out a knife, "You...."

Lao Bangzi stretched out his hand to stop him, and interrupted with a healing technique: "It seems... The quality of the people in your group is very problematic. ”

Lin Huang smiled, and said word by word: "You are numb." ”

"Mason, you are also going back more and more," the old man turned to Mason indifferently: "Your team actually allows such people to join?" ”

Looks like there's a story.

"Well," Mason ignored the old man and looked at the middle-aged man who had always been smiling, "Let's talk about the cemetery." ”

Lao Bangzi found that he was being ignored, and then lowered his head and didn't know what he was doing.

Lin Huang despised Xiao Zhenzi and dragged the chair to his own side with Wilson.

The middle-aged man saw that he was seated, and nodded: "Here's the thing, my son is an adult, according to the family tradition, he needs to go down to the tomb to worship his ancestors, but he didn't come back for a few days after he went down, when we found him, he was shrinking in a corner, and after a few days when he was in a normal mental condition, we went to ask, he said that he would hear some sounds when he just went down to the tomb, but she didn't care, and then as he went deeper, the sound became clearer and clearer, and there would be a black shadow moving between the tombstones, He also doesn't remember when he was scared to the point of insanity.... Strangely, there was no sound or shadow when we went down. ”

"That's all there is to it?" Mason confirmed: "Maybe not enough. ”

The man snorted, "Perhaps, but you'll have to find out for yourself the part that's not enough." ”

Lin Huang sneered: "Why do these people like to use mercenaries as detectives so much? ”

Mason glanced at the old man meaningfully, and then beckoned the group to leave.

"What," Lin Huang stepped forward: "Do you know those brain-dead?" ”

Mason seems to be trying to hide something: "Hmm... The Bloody Blade Mercenary Group, an old adversary. ”

Not only is the opponent old, but the name is also quite old.

"Oh.." Seeing that he didn't want to speak, Lin Huang silently spit out and returned to the back of the team.

Hans said beside him, "You were too impulsive just now. ”

Lin Huang looked back at the back: "Yes, but there is a third-stage demon master on the opposite side of the old man, and the rest are weak chickens, I'm not afraid." ”

Hans seemed to be about to say something, but after thinking about it, he shut up.

Lin Huang and Wilson talked about the five killers again.

"How much do you think you'll get for robbing them?"

Wilson sneered: "At least 20,000, if others don't grab it, then we will have two points." ”

Lin Huang thought about the strength of that group of people, "Okay, the old man, the short man and the strong man will be handed over to me, and you can come to the other two." ”