Xiao Ling touched something wet.

Look down. Well, it turned out to be a blood-stained dagger.

Fat man's head, was I hit the blood?

No matter, pick up the knife first.

Xiao Ling gripped the hilt of the knife and looked back into the hallway.

Xiao Ling stood up, stepped over the fat man's body with his left foot, and wanted to walk over with his right foot...... Suddenly, the foot and neck were held by a pair of hands!

One didn't stand firmly, and Xiao Ling fell to the ground!

Xiao Ling looked back and saw that the dead fat man hadn't completely fainted!

His blood-soaked eyes were still slightly open.

His fat hands actually grabbed my feet and neck.

Xiao Ling turned over, raised his left leg, and kicked the fat hands heavily.

The fat man screamed in pain.

But he still freed up one hand and held Xiao Ling's left foot.

Hold on to it.

Xiao Ling sat up, waved the flashlight in his hand, and smashed it at the fat man's head again.

Picked a full circle, gathered the maximum momentum, and aimed at the point that hit last time.

"Whew!"

There is no muffled sound as expected.

Didn't hit the head in the head.

Even, it didn't go down.

When Xiao Ling's hand waved halfway, his neck was pinched by a strong hand.

Xiao Ling was taken aback and looked back.

It's over, it's the tall, thin man who didn't know where he had just gone.

At this moment, he was standing behind Xiao Ling.

He grabbed Xiao Ling's wrist with one hand, and snatched Xiao Ling's flashlight with the other.

Now the only thing with combat effectiveness in his hand is gone.

And the fat man who was holding his legs also woke up.

After the thin man put away the flashlight, he shouted for the fat man to stand up.

The fat man staggered to his feet and squatted on the ground.

I don't know if it's because of the headache, or if it's convenient to grab Xiao Ling's legs.

"Stand up! Carry it inside! The tall and thin man shouted at the fat man.

The fat man didn't dare to say anything.

I only dared to grit my teeth and stand up.

It's just that the two hands that grabbed Xiao Ling's legs refused to relax.

The tall and thin man threw down Xiao Ling's flashlight. There was only a ray of light left, and he looked helplessly at the hallway.

The tall and thin man's other hand also grabbed Xiao Ling's hand.

So, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short, carried Xiao Ling, who was constantly struggling, to that one with the smell of blood, moisture, and flesh...... I'm afraid this pot of meat is going to burn...... of the house, tow away.

These two men, why are they so strong.

It hurt Xiao Ling's hands and feet.

However, no matter how Xiao Ling struggled and kicked, he couldn't break free.

Even if I used my teeth, I just couldn't bite the thin man's hand.

Not even the speed at which they walked did not slow down even a bit.

So desperate.

Why are the heroines in the movie so powerful and skillful, and they can even beat men down.

Why come to me, I'm obviously the heroine of this book.

People are also heroines, why can't they break free?!

I could only look at the flashlight on the ground.

Xiao Ling has two eyes and a flashlight.

The two looked at each other and gradually moved away.

Farther and farther away.

Where are you going......

Finally turned.

It's the fourth door that comes from the flashlight.

As soon as I entered the door, there were two dirty mattresses and two quilts.

Beyond that, there was the pot that was almost burning.

The two men pressed Xiao Ling hard against a broken chair next to the stew pot.

The tall thin man clenched Xiao Ling's two hands tightly with one hand.

With his other hand, he pulled out a rope from nowhere.

The tall and thin man tied Xiao Ling's two hands together, and then pulled them downward...... It hurts!

The tall and thin man threw the other end of the rope to the fat man.

The fat man took the rope and freed up one hand to tie one of Xiao Ling's legs to the leg of the chair.

In this way, the other leg ...... Isn't there no one to catch it?

Is it okay not to grasp such an opportunity?

Xiao Ling took advantage of the fat man's distraction and kicked his free leg to the ground, and his body was ......

Forward.

The whole chair moved forward.

However, the dead fat man's hand is still so strong.

The fat man held Xiao Ling's legs and the legs of the chair together.

That's the trouble.

Although Xiao Ling's strength was rushing forward, that leg was still controlled.

Also, his hands were tied......

So, the leg where the dead fat man was trapped was taken as a circle, and the other leg as the radius...... Xiao Ling spun around for half a circle, and then ......

"Bang!"

It fell directly to the ground.

Yes, the face-down kind.

It hurts so much to fall.

Moreover, the broken chair was pressed against himself.

In addition to kneeling on the ground, the whole head and face are pressed to the ground.

It hurts.

It's miserable.

At this moment, a pair of hands quickly and tightly tied Xiao Ling's two legs together, and then they were tied to the chair again.

At this rate, it should be the skinny man.

It's really over.

Really stuck.

After the two tied Xiao Ling, they pulled several knots and tried the firmness.

The two threw down Xiao Ling and sat back on the mattress.

"Click......

And with that came the pungent smell of smoke.

It turned out that these two stinky men were smoking.

Choking to death!

Xiao Ling endured it for a while, but still coughed out.

"What's wrong? Madame? "It's the voice of a thin man. The last three words are still in a descending tone...... Still don't believe in my identity?

Hmph, I'm ignoring you.

Xiao Ling tilted his head, and one side of his face pressed directly against the dirty ground.

So angry.

"Tell me, who are you? Who sent you? What the hell are you here for? ”

This philosophical three questions also come from thin people.

"I... Say... No... Finish... Words," Xiao Ling said bitterly.

It sounds like it's incomplete.

Yes, if your face is pressed like this, you can't speak.

"Go, lift her up." The thin man said.

"Will she run away?" The fat man said.

"How do you run if you're tied like this?" The thin man said. Maybe he also hit the fat man on the head.

"Ouch!" The fat man groaned.

Then, he walked over heavily, leaned down, held Xiao Ling's shoulder, and ......

I didn't pick it up.

The fat man struck again......

Still didn't pick it up.

"You're stupid!" The thin man came over angrily.

"You go over there." The thin man said.

Then, one person on one side, holding Xiao Ling's shoulder with the other... The back of the chair in the back, holding Xiao Ling's knee with one hand... under the chair.

One, two, three......

Finally helped up.

Although he couldn't see it, Xiao Ling knew that his face and nose must be all plaster.

It's dirty. It's miserable.

"Now it's okay." The thin man said, sitting down on the broken mattress again.

"Phew!" Xiao Ling was still tidying up his face, and even, when he was lying on the ground just now, he ate some mud into his mouth.

I vomited it, but it was still disgusting.

"What are you talking about?!" Xiao Ling's head was hit by a dead fat man.

It hurts.

"Say!" The thin man said sternly.

"I'm really the hostess!" Xiao Ling was excited.