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Every human life is like a series of parallel or twisted threads, until the moment when they meet, and no one can guess what kind of fire will be sparked in the middle and what profound meaning it will bring.

It was as if in the sky above the Cold Ice Mountain, a black thunderbolt tore open half of the sky, and the darkness that opened up was like an abyss, Qin Hao looked out through the blood-splattered window, and he actually had a feeling of horror.

Thousands of miles away from the shuttle flowers and butterflies, there is a barren mountain range, and in the center of the mountain range is a circle of red flower vines, like a woman's lipstick, fresh and tender.

A fishy wind blew, and countless flowers and vines suddenly stiffened, and then dissipated like weathering.

The miserable white ground squirmed gently, and the fifth elder of the Leng family sat up suddenly, looking at the dissipating flowers and vines in front of him in amazement.

His face was stained with mud and blood, his face was pale under the dirty countenance, he was as pale as this strange ground, his left hand was holding a token rigidly, and his right wrist was full of various sizes of cuts, and it could be seen that he had lived a difficult life during this time.

In fact, he didn't know how he survived, how he came to this place by the gods, if he had to say, it could only be explained that there was a destiny in the underworld.

Tightening the belt on his pants, a foul smell came from the wound on his abdomen, Leng Lao Wu gritted his teeth hard, clenched the ancient talisman in his hand with his right hand, and stared at the ground squirming under his feet with a pair of eyes.

Since the death of the Leng family, his courage has become much greater, even the strange scenery in front of him can only surprise him, but he is not afraid.

For a man whose life was filled with revenge and was likely to die in the next moment, no amount of weird and hideous changes would be enough to make him frown.

There is hope when there is change.

He was already in deep despair, and he was not afraid to encounter the strange things of life again, but to remain unchanged was what frightened him the most.

Revenge is the only thing that sustains him alive.

"What happened?"

Leng Lao Wu's eyes widened, and his left hand touched the crack at the corner of his mouth, and a centipede-like scar was under the corner of his mouth, running through the entire neck.

He breathed a little heavily, and walked towards the center of change, the squirming on the ground became more and more violent, and countless curved tubes like blood vessels slowly converged to a point in his vision.

Suddenly.

The rumbling trembling under his feet, as if some big guy was about to crawl out of the soil, Leng Lao Wu's eyes trembled suddenly, and his pupils contracted sharply into a needle-tip wheat mang.

A white claw pierced the ground, making the sound of a chick breaking its shell, and the shriveled claw then saturated at a speed visible to the naked eye, it was a white jade hand, very beautiful, with brown paint on the fingertips, forming a strong visual difference with the color of the back of the hand.

Countless blood vessels burst out of the ground, holding the entire ground into the air, and countless pipes were sharply inserted into the ground, looking like a blood-colored hedgehog from above, but the cold old five feet were an inch, safe and sound.

A hand broke through the ground, followed by a half-amputated wrist, a whole arm, black hair, a seductive neck, a bumpy body—it was a woman.

Leng Lao Wu's eyes were gloomy, and the ancient talisman in the palm of his hand was deeply embedded in the palm flesh, and suddenly, he trembled violently, and looked ahead in shock, the woman who looked up spit out a name in her mouth, with a strong hatred.

"Qin Hao!"

Leng Lao Wu's heart trembled, the ancient talisman almost fell to the ground with his hand, and the woman in front of him was slowly looking over, "Do you know Qin Hao?" ”

Leng Lao Wu's heart couldn't help but suffocate again, and his expression was uncontrollably distorted and hideous.

The woman was stunned, as if she didn't expect such a coincidental scene to happen in front of her, was it the arrangement of fate?

At this moment, Leng Lao Wu and the woman shouted at the same time in their hearts.

"My name is Song Yu! I was just killed by Qin Hao. The woman smiled and looked up at the distant sky, where there should be a flower butterfly passing through the cold rain.

"My name is cold. Cold five! ”

..。

Qin Hao shuddered inexplicably, he naturally couldn't guess where this chill came from, he shook his head expressionlessly, looking at the messy cabin passage in front of him.

Sniffing his nose, the fragrance of the smell of blood in the air was still there, which made Qin Hao frown slightly, and he kicked Song Yu's corpse.

A burst of red smoke drifted by, and several strange runes reflected in the eyes of the writing wheel, and then, Song Yu's body completely disappeared again.

The runes were strange, rippling in a wavy circle, and a bit like layers of patterns, and soon disappeared from his field of vision, and even the fragrance that permeated the air was taken away, leaving only the pure smell of blood.

"Huh!"

It seemed that Song Yu really didn't die, but he didn't fool him, he sneered and walked towards the cockpit, and rows of black yao parasites crawled out at his feet, crawling onto some of the corpse flesh and blood left on the ground.

The smell of blood is too pungent, and he still needs to clean it up, after all, he is going to spend some time on the plane.

The cockpit was not far in front, and there was a slight smell of blood coming from inside, which made Qin Hao's face gloomy, and the pace under his feet accelerated.

Pushing open the cockpit door, two middle-aged men in gray clothes were lying crooked in their seats, with black finger holes around their necks, and the stinking blood had dried up, and they had been dead for a while.

"Was it at that time that Song Yu sent that butler to kill?"

Qin Hao snorted coldly, he had an answer in his heart, he looked at the various strange buttons flickering on the metal plate in front of him, and his face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

"This woman is ruthless, it seems that no matter whether Xuan Tianzhan can blow up the plane or not, her own plan is also to make a crash accident, and the people on the plane, originally speaking, except for Song Fu, she didn't plan to leave a single person alive."

The two corpses were rudely lifted away from their seats and thrown to the back, and soon there was a rustling sound behind him, while Qin Hao bit his lip and looked at a row of symbols, as well as the map-like airletter line in the middle.

Do you fly a plane?

It's a really difficult thing to do.

The only thing to be thankful for is that this sheet of metal doesn't look very complicated, at least compared to the modern planes of its predecessors.

It should be like this, Qin Hao cheered himself up in his heart.

After looking around, he didn't find any driving manuals as expected, Qin Hao sighed helplessly, looking at the cold ice and rain outside the window, and his five fingers rhythmically tapping on the metal plate.