"Madam, the festival is good. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Mrs. Remo glanced at Luo Hanya blankly, and her empty eyes made people feel sad.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" Mrs. Remore wept and said to herself, "It's all my own doing, it's all my own cleverness, my dear! How could I do such a stupid thing, I thought I was manipulating that brute! But what about the reality? I was toyed with by him and applauded. ”

"Mrs. ......"

"His rhetoric confuses me, it's not what I want to do, it's he who lied to me, he lied to me. He turned me into a tool to assist him in his evil, why? Why is this happening......"

"Madam, calm down."

"I can't calm down, how can I calm down, he's dead, he's dead! The brute said he was just letting us out and avoid it! Why is there such a thing! No! No! He's a demon, that thing is his minions, God! O God Almighty! Help me! Remo! My husband! You must have been shredded by that thing! Forgive me! I beg your forgiveness to me! Don't ......"

Mrs. Remo screamed, as if she had seen something terrible, and the intense mental stimulation made her unconscious again.

"Old friend, what should I do? Still chasing or not? Rector asked with a smile.

"Chase a fart! People don't know where to go, wait! Luo Hanya glanced at Rector and said angrily.

After about a quarter of an hour, Mrs. Remo finally woke up again, leaning limply against the pillar, not even breathing.

"Madam, your husband is dead, and no one can change it." Luo Hanya looked at Mrs. Remo and said, "Now, tell us where to find him." If you have done something bad for him, help us to atone for your sins now. ”

"He's only going to run to one place," she said leisurely, in a low, not even lifeless voice, "there's an old tin mine on a small island in the middle of the quagmire, and he'll definitely run there, and I'll find that place for him." He hid something unspeakable there, and he said he had prepared it there for evasion, and asked us to go over, but the brute ....... ”

"Madam, calm down." Rector hurriedly stepped forward, fearing that Mrs. Rimmore would go insane again.

The fog wall was tightly enclosed outside the window like snow-white wool, and Luo Hanya walked to the window with a lamp.

"Look," he said, "even Mr. Franklin will not find the road to the moor to-morrow. ”

Mrs. Remo clapped her hands and laughed. Her eyes and teeth gleamed with a terrible ecstasy, and the spark of revenge boiled completely.

"He might be lucky enough to find his way in, but he's never going to come out again!" She shouted, "It's such a fog, it's hard for him to see those wooden sticks tonight!" I inserted them for him to mark the path through the mud. ”

"Ahh If only I could pull some of it out of him today, then he would surely die on this path! She said through gritted teeth.

Obviously, any chase would be in vain until the fog cleared, and Lohanya sent Rector back to Bach Manor to deliver the message, while he stayed behind and waited quietly for the fog to dissipate the next day. Astonishingly, Mrs. Remo did not leave, and the poor and terrible woman claimed not to return if she could not see the body of Ruel Dunde.

The next morning, when the fog had lifted, Rohanya was guided by Mrs. Riemo to the moor, where they had found a path through the mire. Watching her lead her in tracking down Ruel Duntai and her desire for revenge made Luo Hanya deeply appreciate how terrible a woman can be when she is cornered.

The further you go into the mire, the narrower the ground becomes. From the end of the ground there were little sticks stuck here and there, and along these little sticks were the path that no stranger could walk on, winding from one pile of trees to another, winding between the puddles of green foam and the muddy puddles, the lush reeds and the succulent and slippery aquatic plants releasing the stench of decay, and the thick turbidity struck the face.

Luo Hanya and Mrs. Remo walked cautiously, but they stumbled more than once, sinking into knee-long, black, quivering puddles of mud, and walked a digital distance, and the mud still stuck sticky on their feet and could not be shaken off. As they walked, the mud kept holding on to their heels. When we get stuck in the mud, it's as if a vicious hand is dragging them deep into the mud and holding on so tightly and firmly.

Only once did they see a sign that someone had crossed the dangerous road before them. In the middle of a pile of cotton straw on the clay earth was a black thing. Luo Hanya only took one step from the path to the side, trying to grab the thing, but the quagmire under his feet made him lose the desire to move forward.

He looked at the quagmire in front of him, and always felt that if he walked over, he would fall straight into it, and probably never see the sun the next day.

"Let's not explore that dangerous place." Luo Hanya said, "Although that thing looks like that guy's thing. ”

Mrs. Remo, who was leading the way in front, suddenly stopped, and she looked anxiously at the thing in the mire, but it was too far away for her to see what it was.

Then she did something that made Luo Hanya break out in a cold sweat, she boldly walked over and grabbed the black thing. But the corresponding price was that she sank straight in, and the mud quickly buried her waist. Luo Hanya tried his best to pull this crazy woman out.

Mrs. Remo smirked as she came out of the mire, her snow-white teeth still shining brightly, even though she was covered in black mud.

"This thing is his hat! His hat! Cluck! His hat! Mrs. Remore did not care at all that she had just taken a mud bath, and laughed like a madman, until she could no longer laugh - for she wept, perhaps because of her past sins, or because of her husband, who had died because of her, or for some other reason, and Mrs. Remore cried silently, comfortably, bitterly, and bitterly, and her heart was so mixed that her heart was dull.

(To be continued.) )