The old prostitute stretched out her hand and pointed to the corpse of the Tibetan on the ground, and asked, "My day, is this the goods you brought, why are you so unresistant?" ”

"No, I don't know how they ended up here." I told them all about it, and I made a point of it, and another Tibetan ran inside, and told them about the torches I had seen that night at Devil's Cliff.

The little wolf walked to the Tibetan corpse, squatted on the ground and looked at the Tibetan corpse, looked at it for a long time, and did not say a word.

"You kid is too boring, you don't call us for this kind of work, isn't it high for me to be idle?" The old prostitute looked at me with a smile and said.

"You, take a good look, what the hell is going on with me, if I had known that this was a terrible world, I wouldn't have come, where to get a few things, it's not better than this place." I didn't say anything about finding a master, I just wanted to say a few words to divert the conversation.

"My god, I really saw it, you kid didn't come here to hunt for treasure, but came here to burn birds, how about the birds are cooked, or the eggs are cooked?" The old prostitute pointed to my crotch and burned pants and said.

"Don't speak, someone is coming, hide quickly." The little wolf said softly.

Hearing the little wolf say that someone was coming, I instinctively looked in the direction of the Tibetan people's run, but I didn't even see a spark. After just looking at it for a few seconds, I looked back and saw that the old prostitute next to me was gone, but the little wolf was standing beside me. Seeing the little wolf standing next to me, I was stunned for a moment, and said in my heart, Damn, what are you two playing, are you two moving?

"My god, what are you stunned about, hurry up."

I looked up and saw that the old prostitute had run to the top of the hole more than 4 meters high, and before I could understand what was going on, I was immediately hugged by the little wolf and lifted her legs up, and handed me directly to the old prostitute above. Just as the old prostitute dragged me up, my eyes just aimed at the direction of the Tibetan running in, and I could see a lot of light in a blur, and then I was dragged up by the old prostitute.

Then the old prostitute dragged the little wolf up again, and before the little wolf could see the bloody ground clearly, he turned off the flashlight. It was pitch black in front of me, and the only difference from when I fell down was that there was a dim torch light in the hole.

The little wolf whispered, "Go inside, we can come up, and they will definitely come up." ”

After speaking, he pulled one by one and walked towards the dark place, this feeling is extremely bad, like a little lover dating, drilling a cornfield late at night, not only to go quietly, but also not to let go, once you let go, you don't know where the Daoist is. I don't know if the little wolf's eyes can still see in such a dark place.

It took more than twenty steps towards the dark place before stopping, and the three of them squatted together before letting go of their hands. The old prostitute and I didn't talk anymore, because we were afraid that it would affect the little wolf to listen to the voice.

After about three minutes, there was a dense sound of footsteps below, it sounded like there were quite a few people, it must have been more than a dozen, and when they walked to the bottom of the hole, they all stood still, and the following instantly became much quieter, and then someone simply said a few words, and listened to the tone as if issuing an order, and then there was a commotion of footsteps below.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, there are all kinds of wood sounds, like a coffin under the prying, probably looking for something else, maybe looking for us. Just as we were listening carefully to the sound, a torch was thrown up along the hole, and it was thrown right on the edge of the hole, and the torch that was originally full of fire fell on the bloody ground, and was immediately wet by the blood water, and the fire instantly became much smaller.

Immediately afterwards, from under the hole came a man about the size of a little wolf, dressed in a dark blue Tibetan robe, with a scimitar at his waist, and a torch in one hand, and did not move at once, but squatted down and looked at it for a while.

Although we were only twenty paces away, we could see his every move because of the torches, but he couldn't see us. It took dozens of seconds for the Tibetan to stand up, pull out the scimitar at his waist, and walk straight in our direction.

I immediately had a bad premonition, and I understood why he was so sure that someone was in our direction, because I could clearly see our shoe prints under his feet. At this moment, a hand grabbed my hand, and I didn't know if it was the old prostitute or the little wolf, so he first pulled me sideways and walked a few steps laterally, and then walked inside, but I didn't stop after a few steps.

As we walked, the Tibetan man was also walking in the direction we had just been, and he was walking much faster than a few of us who had been silent. Within a few seconds, the Tibetan man was where we were, and just as he was looking at the footprints on the ground, I saw a man behind him, a little wolf.

I saw that the little wolf was behind the Tibetan, and when he raised it, he punched the back of the Tibetan neck, and the Tibetan instantly lost his balance, leaned around, and was immediately hugged by the little wolf, and it seemed that he was knocked out by the little wolf.

The little wolf first took off his clothes, and used his own clothes sleeves to block the Tibetan people's mouths first, and then began to take off the Tibetan people's clothes.

In less than two minutes, the little wolf finished changing his clothes, and also tied up the Tibetans, the only fly in the ointment is that the Tibetan shoes are two sizes smaller, and the little wolf's feet are worn several times before they are put in. After putting on his shoes, the little wolf walked up to me and the old prostitute with a torch, and said, "I'll go with them." ”

After saying that, he walked towards the hole without looking back, and when he got to the hole, he first glanced down, and then jumped down. The old prostitute and I stood there without anyone speaking, looking in the direction of the hole and listening to the sound below.

There is no sound of anyone talking except for the sound of clinking wood and people's footsteps, it seems that the little wolf has successfully mixed in, as long as no one goes out of his way to look at his appearance and talk to him, he must not be able to find out that he is fake.

However, I still sweated for the little wolf, after all, there are more than a dozen people below, once they are discovered, they can fight again, and it is enough for the little wolf to drink a pot. After 10 minutes, the noise below was gone, and the light in the hole grew louder and louder, as if something was burning down there.

It was indeed burning, and soon I smelled a pungent smell, and I immediately crouched down, trying not to smell the burning. After another 10 minutes, there were footsteps again, and they should have left.

Listening to the footsteps gradually leaving, I whispered, "Old prostitute, let's go down and follow." ”

But after a while, I didn't see the old prostitute answer, I immediately reached out and touched it, just grabbed a hand, I just wanted to ask the old prostitute why she didn't speak, I heard someone muttering something on the other side of the hole, I turned around and saw that it was the old prostitute squatting in the hole.

The old prostitute was saying something to the fire below, and when I saw him in the hole, I immediately felt that something was wrong, the old prostitute was over there, so what was I holding in my hand?