Chapter 63: The False Daughter of the Crippled 62
In a clean and deep corridor that seems to lead to the unknown world, a beautiful woman wearing a fashionable red dress and silver diamond high heels and a handsome man in a cyan robe as straight and clear as green bamboo look down, the atmosphere is mysterious and gentle, and the gap between the few meters is the gap between the ancient and the modern that cannot be crossed.
Kindness.
At least superficially like.
But actually...
The man in ancient costume was very apprehensive, and he turned countless turns in his heart, processing and polishing what he wanted Meng He to know, isn't there a saying, when it is true, it is also false, it is the highest level of lying.
He liared?
That can't, there are some things, how can he know so clearly?
"Ling Hao..."
"I always thought he was burned to death, but I didn't know that his soul had already been eaten by a monster and turned into his appearance."
"It's not just him, there's a lot of others."
"Until one time, I traveled through a horror world, and it just so happened that I knew that I had read that book."
"Ugh..."
"Who hasn't seen a little horror when they're young!"
"But since I died, I never wanted to... Every day of my life, I experience worlds that are much more terrifying than terrifying. β
"I...," he pursed his lips and said to Meng He seriously, "I know you will definitely mock me, but I really think that I am the protagonist, the kind with the aura of nine deaths, the aura of immortality, the aura of adventure, the aura of many disasters and many disasters, the aura of misfortune, and the aura of saving friends." β
"That time, it was terrible!"
"I can't find a clue anyway, wherever I hide, I will be found by ghosts, and it's a different ghost, a celestial master, a Taoist priest, a monk... Even Nuwa's descendants came out, and in the process of escaping, they finally ran into a group of anti-social groups that were researching the zombie virus in a vain attempt to turn the world into a post-apocalyptic world..."
"Am I stupid?"
"What if I find the truth, I still have to run desperately."
"Later..."
"That terrifying world is here, I was still very confused, and I saw Ling Hao."
"I was amazed! I always thought he was dead. β
"He told me that that night, he felt a lot of pain in his sleep, but he was so tired from staying up late for several days that he didn't want to wake up at all, thinking that he would endure it and pass it."
"I understand! This is the common denominator of all fat houses. β
"He said he woke up the next day and was here, and he didn't know he was dead, he couldn't remember the fire, and he didn't know the way back."
"He said there was no one here, and said I could find a room to live in."
"We're all dead, and we don't have to think about food."
"In this way, we went from roommates to neighbors, living diagonally across the door."
"Of course, I didn't tell him my golden finger, well... Let's just say Goldfinger, he didn't tell me about his adventures. β
"Because we have to travel through the horror world from time to time, we rarely have time to see each other."
"But occasionally we drink together."
"I don't know if he knows my secret."
"By chance, I found out that he wasn't really Ling Hao."
"Although Ling Hao is drunk and unmotivated, he is my friend, I can't know the truth and kill him, no, it should be the murderer who killed me and him, and the murderer of the two of us is good friends."
"I can't act like nothing happened, I have to get revenge."
"Justice for him and for himself."
"I've been fighting that demon for I don't know how many years, and I haven't been able to tell the winner, and you can see it, the ghosts in the other doors in this corridor are very fierce, and they can't communicate at all, so we don't go out easily."
"I can't beat it!"
"Although Ling Hao can build the world, his own strength is weak."
"Only the torn portion will come out."
Meng He, who listened to such a long story, snorted lightly, "You know him, he is fierce and disgusting, but I'm not weak, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to kill me and drive me into this corridor." β
"You know, I have the power to kill him, but it's dirty."
Very serious explanation.
Hearing it in the ears of Chen Qian, a man in ancient costume, he felt that she was covering up.
It's fake.
What is capable, but it is nothing more than boasting that does not want to lose face.
But on the surface, it is attached and does not dismantle the stage.
"Yes, his ability can only be considered good, but he is too cunning, you don't know him, and he will take advantage of it if you don't notice it for a while."
Kindness.
Harvest Meng He with a look of 'you know each other very well and are worth cultivating'.
"Beauty, I know everything, what do you think you are going to do?"
"Ask me about my plans..."Meng He raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes as clear as water were cold, "You swear that what you said is really not the slightest bit hidden, otherwise our deal will not be counted." β
The cruel immortal cultivation world taught her that no one could believe it.
What if it dies?
There's nothing wrong with keeping an eye on it.
Chen Qian was stunned for a moment, and then a gentle smile appeared on Qingjun's face, "How can you think so, what good do I have to hide from you, I still have to rely on you to get out of this disgusting place." β
"If it is for the sake of freedom..."
"I don't want all my freedom, I just want to live a peaceful and peaceful life."
Seeing that Meng He was still expressionless, he sighed, "You believe me, I have really told you everything I know." β
Meng He glanced at him lightly, "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, I only look at the results." β
That's right.
She's always so superficial.
Essence... I'm sorry I can't hear what others are saying without perspective, and I can't see through it, and the vicious female partner doesn't have so many golden fingers.
"By the way, I have something to ask you, do you know the occupants of the other doors? I've had the pleasure of being with three of them, and they don't look like normal humans, why? β
The tone was a little careless and naΓ―ve.
Chen Qian: ...
At this moment, he really wanted to pour a basin of salt soda on this person's head.
What to ask, what to ask!
Long eyes?
What does it mean to not look like a human being, then it is not a human at all, right?
Like people...
Oh, where do you see that they have something in common with people, one nose and two eyes? No, some are not good.
He was not stupid, and naturally understood what Meng He meant by asking.
Smooth and good-looking, as if the eyebrows drawn by a famous artist frowned slightly, "Actually, I don't know very well, I only know from Ling Hao's mouth that it was there before he came." In fact, each room is a separate world, and the doors are the boundary between the corridor and the inside, and no one wants to enter without the consent of the residents on the premise that there are already residents. β
"As for who those residents are and how they came, I really don't know."
"Here, not interfering with each other is the criterion for survival, and no resident will go to the door or pile up because of boredom."
Meng You: "Oh. β
As if believing Chen Qian's words, she didn't follow up, but asked another completely irrelevant question.
"Who got your name?"
Chen Qian: ...
"Actually, you don't have to laugh at me, I'm used to it." β
Chen money, save money.