Several people backed down.

Seeing the huge three-headed dog smash through the bloody door and the wall next to it, standing majestically in the corridor, it was then that they understood - why was this place built so spacious?

Zhao Ming must have planned to use monsters for a long time to have such a huge underground shelter, after all, architectural design is his specialty.

The three-headed dog's paws made a screeching sound against the tiles.

Six green eyes surveyed back and forth over them.

Saliva, ticking, ticking, falling on the floor tiles.

From this increasingly dense sound, no one can understand what this guy is thinking without warning:

Takeaway delivered to your door!

If you don't eat it, you're not a good dog!

Lan Shuying sighed, revealing a sadness that seemed to want to help but couldn't do anything: "Madam, I'll trouble you next." ”

Joanna had already talked to them before, and she would go up if she was in trouble, and after Lan Shuying's explicit instructions, she really stepped forward.

"Mom!"

Ono's whole heart was raised, and he had a vague bad premonition.

He subconsciously called out the name he trusted the most.

Joanna looked back at him, silent.

Ono's voice lowered: "Mom, come on......"

Roar!

The three-headed dog didn't give them time to continue sensationalizing.

When it realized that the men had bad intentions, it rushed at it in a rage.

In the blink of an eye, the two blood-colored figures fought together.

"Drink, this movement is not small!" Qian Fugui commented.

The man was cunning, he lifted the blindfold up a slit, looked at the bottom of the two sides from here, so as to know the general situation of the battle, and pulled the child back, determined not to put himself in danger.

The sound of collision was incessant, and the ground and walls were occasionally reverberating.

Joanna is a spirit, and the three-headed dog is a special projection, both of them are not real, but when they meet together, they become the same kind of competition, they can meet each other, and the fight is very lively.

The three-headed dog was no match for it, grabbing her forelimbs several times and throwing them out, smashing the floor tiles all over the place, and Joanna's occasional scratches would quickly recover, during which the notebook kept heating up, apparently giving her energy.

Lan Shuying crossed her arms and watched, and took the time to ask, "Your mother still practiced judo?" ”

Ono shook his head blankly and affirmatively: "No! ”

Lan Shuying narrowed her eyes.

She watched as Joanna threw another takedown.

The action is quite beautiful.

Without years of hard work, this effect will never be achieved.

The three-headed dog was several times larger than its opponent, but it had no power to fight back and fell to the ground, and one of the dogs vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. It glared at Joanna resentfully, and fell to the ground, shifting from offense to defense.

There is a dog head who still looks at the back, and eighty percent is thinking about a way out.

"Be careful." Lan Shuying reminded Qian Fugui.

The three-headed dog is too close to the ground now, and if it suddenly looks at Qian Fugui and makes eye to eye, it will be difficult to hide.

"Don't be afraid, we have a killing weapon in our hands, if you see that I can't do it, choose one of the two, there is always one that can pull me back."

He was referring to the conch and the Bible.

Lan Shuying was almost moved by the trust in his words.

"What if I don't want to take care of you?"

Qian Fugui blurted out: "You won't!" ”

"Yo."

"Hehe, it's so difficult to hide the task, if you kick me out, it won't be good for you, it's better to work together! No matter how bad it is, then I still have a doll, and this thing will definitely not be able to be taken out, so it is not necessary to use it in vain. ”

That being said, every time he noticed that the three-headed dog was about to be thrown down, he would immediately close his eyes, which showed that he was still very sorry for his life.

Lan Shuying didn't expose him either.

He just needs to be vigilant.

"I'll go inside and have a look."

She walked through the hole in the wall that the three-headed dog had broken through.

In front of it is a large and spacious space, with side doors on the left and right, which is equivalent to a miniature version of the Blood Gate. Zhao Ming was good to the three-headed dog, and laid a luxurious kennel for it, and there was a niche behind the kennel.

Lan Shuying noticed that there was an old black book in the alcove.

Her heart moved slightly, she hurriedly went over and took it in her hand, and hurriedly flipped through it, and it was really consistent with Sheng Hongfei's narration - this is the book that Zhao Ming got!

She also found the picture of the pothole and the words underneath.

Do you feel it...... It's just a line of ghost drawings.

It's not like Zhao Ming can understand the meaning at a glance.

There's nothing else to see.

She put the book in her bag, went to the side door on the left, looked at it, and pulled the handle away.

Dozens of green dots suddenly lit up inside, surrounding her.

It turned out to be a group of cubs.

They all have only one head, not as majestic as the three-headed dog, but each one is stronger than the "foodies" she meets.

"It's quite lively."

It's fine that she didn't speak, but as soon as she spoke, the cubs seemed to be stimulated, and jumped up and threw themselves at her, murderous, trying to tear her apart on the spot.

She didn't hurry, first slapped the first one to fall with a horizontal knife, then withdrew, and closed the door!

One by one, the puppies landed where she had been standing.

The door suddenly emitted heat and was getting hotter and hotter.

Lan Shuying put away the knife, lifted the corners of her mouth, and her slightly gray eyes curved slightly, revealing the pleasure of success.

The fire shone through the crack in the door, and it was very scorching.

She took a few steps back, her ears wailing in pain, the smell of burnt fur strong, and the ghost pupils faithfully reflected their pitiful appearance now—exactly as if they had just escaped from the fire.

That's what happens when you're close to the door.

She rubbed over a small piece of black stone embedded in the door, finally figuring out its effect.

The cubs were still glaring at the door viciously.

The bad woman behind the door, to be precise, pit them.

She noticed that there were a few cubs in the corner who had not attacked, all of them were scorched and dying—they had all seen what happened to their companions, and the rest of them dared to approach, either because they were not very intelligent or they were fierce and untamable.

"Are you alright?" Qian Fugui walked over and carefully looked under the blindfold, "What's inside?" ”

"A few puppies, a little fierce."

After she finished speaking, she repeated the previous operation again.

Qian Fugui listened to her opening and closing the door, her face was full of inexplicability, and she asked her what she was doing, but she didn't say.

"What does it smell like...... "Ahem, ahem!" What the hell are you doing? ”

"I'm killing dogs." Lan Shuying took the time to reply.

Qian Fugui subconsciously touched his throat.

He really wanted to ask:

What kind of dog are you talking about?

She's using Blackstone to bully the cubs.

This has been successful three or four times in a row, but instead of learning to behave, the cubs have been induced to be ferocious, and a group of big dogs with fangs have gathered around the door to destroy this enemy!