When Lan Ling woke up again, there was already a little dim light in front of him. She couldn't speak, thinking she was dead and had come to the underworld. Her vision was still blurry, and she didn't even have the strength to blink.

Her whole body was paralyzed, and it took a long time to recover. I tried to speak, but my throat was still blocked, and I couldn't make a sound at all.

She gradually saw what was in front of her clearly, and found that it was a cement ceiling, and she slowly reacted that she was not dead, but still in this old building.

When she felt the pain in her abdomen burning again, she realized that she was lying on a flat ground. She tried to turn her head to look around, but her neck hurt as if it had been broken.

She wondered if she had broken all over her body and was already a wreck.

Suddenly she heard footsteps, someone approaching, and she was terrified. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't make a sound. That fear struck again.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared, it was a person. A tall man! She blinked and tried to see clearly, and saw the man standing beside her. I'm looking at myself with my head down.

Her vision was still blurry, and when she saw him leaning down/leaning over, she suddenly became a lot more conscious, because of fear, she reflexively wanted to dodge, and pulled the wound at once, and the pain made her brain sober up, and she didn't dare to move again. But I found that I still couldn't shout, and I adapted to the light, only to find that this was a young face.

His black hair, unconcealed bangs, and his face were very white, and she immediately recognized that this was the man who appeared that night!

The man seemed to sense that he had woken up, and he glanced at himself.

Suddenly she saw his young face, which was a pair of dark eyes, revealing indifference, as cold as if she were a forensic doctor looking at a corpse.

She didn't know what he was going to do, and she was scared, but she couldn't move. The abdomen burned like a fire, straight to the heart.

She didn't even dare to close her eyes, afraid that something like a ghost would haunt her again. As soon as she closed her eyes, her mind flashed with the terrifying face she had seen before. She couldn't put into words what a horrible face it was, and she wasn't even sure it was a person!

The man didn't seem to care about her, as if he was looking at a corpse, and he tore open her bloody clothes. Staring at the wound on the right side of her abdomen.

He didn't even look to see if the woman was conscious, she didn't wear gloves, and directly reached out to press her still bleeding wound.

Directly pulled out the thing that was stuck in it with his fingers, and wiped it clean with a towel to see that it was a black scale. He looked very closely, his brow furrowed slightly. Glancing at the woman who had fainted from the pain.

"You..." Qin Hu walked in and saw him staring at the lying woman with his hands full of blood, he walked in and took a look, it was really Lan Ling, and his heart said: This immortality is really fate!

"What are you doing here?" Seeing that he was not in a hurry to treat the wound, he stared at the things in his hand.

"Huh? What is this? Qin Hu asked him, but he still didn't answer. He stared at the woman's wounds.

He said in his heart: You will not be perverted to drink other people's blood! People have no grievances with you!

"What are you doing?" Directly, his hands were covered in blood, and he reached into her wound to find something.

He looked sick and turned his head not to look at it again. went directly to her bag, looking at the blood all over his body, he frowned and shook his head, "Hey, good girl, you have to get involved." He rummaged through the rummaging and found something at once, he thought it was a book, even if it was a notebook, it was not unusual, after all, she was an intellectual.

Suddenly curious about the secret of the girl, he grinned, and saw that it was a black notebook, which was still a little old, he shook it and said, "This is the same as his father?" Prefer to jot things down in a black notebook? ”

When I opened it, I was dumbfounded, "This... Feng Ze, look at it!" He was so excited that he called his name directly, and when he saw him, he didn't react, just glanced back.

At this glance, he was also stunned.

"Hehe, look, this signature, this trace, is it the same?" Qin Hu took the notes and flipped them to Feng Ze.

Feng Ze glanced at it and motioned for him to turn the pages one by one.

Qin Hu was like an assistant, he also turned on the lamp next to him, turning through the pages one by one, looking at the contents inside.

He just noticed that it was very different, but he didn't understand what it was, so he asked him, "Did you say this is true?" Turning to the middle, he suddenly found that a page was missing, "Huh......" He opened the edge and found that a page had been torn off.

"Damn! Who did this? He looked at Feng Ze and saw that he didn't speak, so he looked at the picture above in a daze. Thinking that he would have some clues, he didn't continue to read.

Feng Ze looked at the unconscious woman and said lightly, "You go out!" ”

Qin Hu was a little stunned, he looked at Lan Ling, who looked like he had passed out, and coughed lightly, "Don't take the opportunity to do anything wrong to others!" It's not good to hear! ”

Seeing that Feng Ze glanced at himself and didn't say anything, but that look had already said everything, he quickly put down the notebook in his hand and left.

Feng Ze didn't rush to look at the notebook, but picked up the black scales again to look at them carefully.

He directly put the scales on the fire to roast, and instantly a fishy smell came to his nose. He burned the black scales directly and smeared them directly on her wound with ash.

Lan Ling opened her eyes in pain, and she was awakened by the burning pain again, sweating all over her body, but she still couldn't scream in her throat.

She was powerless to reach out to push the man away, but found that her hand seemed to be broken and she couldn't lift it at all.

She didn't want to suffer this pain a second time, and hoped that he would let go, but found that he had been staring at it, and his hand had not let go.

Feng Ze observed her wounds and found that her wounds were gradually healing. He wiped her wound with a damp towel only to find that she didn't relieve the pain at all. If she hadn't been able to shout, she would have screamed again and again.

Seeing that she seemed to be in pain, he reached out and grabbed her neck, trying to stun her. Suddenly, I noticed that the skin of the wound began to turn black. At first, he thought that the toxin had congealed, but when he looked at the rest of her, there was no sign of poisoning at all, but her skin was cold and sweaty.

The first time he saw this, when he wiped her wound with water, he found that her wound had healed, and it seemed to be a large black scab on the outside. It looks like burnt flesh, and it really looks bad on this white and tender skin.

He turned his head to look at the woman's face and saw that she had passed out again. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was very pale, but his lip color had not changed. There is no excessive blood loss and there is no purple and black color without signs of poisoning. Just like when you weren't hurt, pink lips.

He was a little surprised, but ignored it. Wiped his hands with a towel and lifted her eyelids directly. It was found that he was only unconscious, and there were no other anomalous phenomena.

Then he picked up the notebook next to him and walked straight out.

When Qin Hu saw him walk out, he stepped forward and asked, "How is she?" Not dead, right? Seeing that he was holding the black notebook in his hand, he did not speak. The expression seemed to be very flat, and whether the people in it were dead or alive seemed to have nothing to do with him. It looks like it's underdrawn.

Feng Ze took out the notebook he had grabbed before, compared the two, and he looked at Qin Hu, "Are you sure she came alone?" ”

"Huh?" Qin Hu was a little puzzled by this question, "Does this have anything to do with whether this notebook is true or false?" "And the heart said, 'Where do I know?'

Seeing that he didn't look at the previous notebook, he looked at the notebook he took out of Lan Ling's bag, and kept looking at it without raising his head, as if he was just asking just now, and this question didn't seem to be important.

This fucking heart is dark, let me guess!

"This ...... Are you saying she's not alone? That's weird! She was alone when I arrived! She doesn't have any of the same party either. You'd better ask the old woman! She was the one who discovered her first. He only wanted to know if the notebook was real or not, and he didn't bother to care if anyone had come in. Besides, coming in isn't the same as death! Will you be able to get out of here alive? He still didn't believe it, so he went to the side of the chaise longue and lay down, shook it vigorously twice, and suddenly thought of the problem.

"Huh! How did you say she got the notebook? Someone gave it to her? That's fucking weird! When I arrived, Yan Po was about to attack her, but I came in time. He touched his chin and looked like he was thinking about the problem, "Someone is secretly helping her ......" This is the answer he summed up.

Feng Ze heard what he said, raised his eyes and looked at him, and found that he was holding a black hood in his hand, dressed in black, and thought he was robbing a bank.

"She saw through your identity?" Feng Ze asked.

Qin Hu laughed, "She's also a personal essence!" It's just that I am suspicious, what is my identity, isn't it just a patient who helps people with chores. ”

"Psychopath?" Feng Ze saw that he had a hole in his brain recently, so he actually followed him back and exposed himself.

"You're too bad! It's embarrassing to hurt a dying person like this! He shook his legs, lay down comfortably, and said, "Anyway, now that the real notebook has been found, you can just put her away!" This woman probably didn't know anything, otherwise she would have found that place a long time ago. ”

"No, I can't. It's still useful to keep her. Feng Ze stood and flipped through the contents of his notebook.

Qin Hu glanced at him, "You still want to grow taller!" Come on, sit and watch slowly, see you're in a hurry! This notebook won't run on its own! ”

In fact, he also wanted to see what was drawn in the notebook, so that he looked so serious, and seeing that he didn't pay attention to it, he coughed lightly, "Ninth Master, let's talk about it in advance, everyone can earn money together, don't do it alone!" Call my little brother and I'll help you share the burden! ”

Feng Ze glanced at him, in fact, what he was thinking about in his heart, he knew it clearly.

"You go back first, or they'll be suspicious." He didn't want anyone to get ahead of him. I saw that Qin Hu was not happy.

Qin Hu straightened up and squinted his eyes to examine him, "I found that your style is starting to have problems now!" ”

Feng Ze knew that he had always spoken without boundaries, and when he raised his eyes, he looked at himself boldly, he closed his notebook, looked at him and asked, "What's the problem?" ”

"Why don't you go yourself, I'm here to guard this woman, it's haunted over there, and I need you to go even more!" Qin Hu continued to lie down, crossed Erlang's legs, and was too lazy to get up with his eyes closed.

"You said it." Feng Ze directly tore off the black hard shell of the notebook and put the notebook in his trouser pocket. Turned around and walked to the room inside, and took out Lan Ling's backpack. Throw it on Qin Hu.

Qin Hu was so frightened that he opened his eyes, thinking that he had dropped a human head! bulging. He picked it up and looked, "It's not her bag!" Why? Let me see what else is in there? He smiled and was about to open his bag when he smelled a disgusting smell.

It smelled of blood, but it didn't look like human blood. He picked it up and sniffed, "Damn!" "I almost vomited without nausea.

"What is this?" The smell was stinky and fishy, and it felt worse than the stench of corpses in the widow's cave.

"It's not her blood." Feng Ze didn't look at it.

"Whose is that? Can you finish it all at once? Qin Hu asked with a frown. Seeing that he was pretending to be deep again, he wasn't looking at this bag at all, this is really desperate!

"I'm not sure what it is yet, but I'll find out when she wakes up and lets Yan Po see it." Feng Ze could only answer him like this, he didn't want to let that woman come back to life, but he found that this woman was becoming more and more valuable.

Qin Hu gave him a fierce look, this is the same as not saying it! Suddenly you realized the 'thing' he said? He looked at Feng Ze in surprise, "You said that wasn't human?!" He remembered what he had found in Lan Ling's wound earlier, it was black scales, "What the hell is that?" ”

He asked with a frown, now curious to death. But Feng Ze still didn't say anything, he stood up directly, which was a little unable to sit still.

He looked at the backpack, which was covered in blood, and suddenly it occurred to him, this place is really not a place for people, where is there something weird in the basement? What did Lan Ling encounter after entering? Feng Ze didn't say a word, just said that someone had broken in.

What the hell is left of those black scales? Why is it on the Blue Spirit? Why didn't she die?

This made Qin Hu difficult to figure out, he glanced at Feng Ze, who had stood without speaking, and laughed, "I'd better go back and help you look at the wind first!" You can't let that turtle grandson wreak havoc again! He turned his head and was about to slip away.

"Don't let them destroy that mural first!" Feng Ze saw him walking fast, and he didn't know if he heard it. He glanced at the bloody backpack and went straight downstairs into the dark tunnel.