At about four o'clock in the afternoon, two more people came outside, a man and a woman.

The female Rong Xiaochuan didn't know, but he actually knew the man.

It was the white-faced man he had seen in the dyeing workshop, and it seemed that the only person who survived was him.

However, Rong Xiaochuan was surprised to find that there seemed to be only one arm left, could it be that something happened that night?

The other woman was a little older, looking to be in her thirties, carrying a bow and two long boxes, one large and one small, and seemed to be a long-range attacker.

Cen Lin introduced them to Rong Xiaochuan.

The woman's name is Turing, and the white-faced man's name is Shentu.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to join us", Turing should be the oldest in this, but he is the most smiling, at least it doesn't feel so distant.

As for Shen Tu, not to mention that, you can feel a trace of coldness when you stand there.

Rong Xiaochuan smiled and nodded, it was a response, now everyone is not very familiar with each other, so naturally there is nothing to say.

Perhaps sensing Rong Xiaochuan's gaze lingering on him, Shen Tu looked at him and asked, "Do you know me?" ”

The tone was very indifferent, and there was a slight frown between his eyebrows.

Rong Xiaochuan smiled, "I've seen you, in the Nanwai Dyeing Workshop, but you shouldn't know me."

A hint of surprise flashed in Shen Tu's expression, but there was a hint of unhappiness in his tone, "I know you, Rong Xiaochuan, I didn't expect you to join the fourth group."

These words made Rong Xiaochuan a little confused, what four groups?

Cen Lin said to Shen Tu: "At this time, there are no three groups or four groups, everyone is doing it for the country."

Shen Tu glanced at her and said lightly: "Of course I know, I don't need you to remind me."

After saying that, Shen Tu turned around and walked to the well and sat down, meditated with his eyes closed, and seemed unwilling to say more.

Rong Xiaochuan looked at Cen Lin in surprise, "What do you mean?" ”

Cen Lin's face was a little unhappy, and she seemed to be very dissatisfied with Shen Tu's reaction.

She said to Rong Xiaochuan, "Have you ever received an invitation before?" ”

Rong Xiaochuan nodded, he always thought that it was the invitation given to him by Cen Lin and their group.

Cen Lin said: "Yan Sheng, who invited you, was the captain of the third group before, and we were in the fourth group, and the incident in the dyeing workshop last time caused the third group to lose a lot of manpower, and the third group no longer exists, and we are the people of the fourth group, so he saw you with us and thought you joined our fourth group."

I see.

It seems that the relationship between these groups is not so harmonious.

Rong Xiaochuan felt that he had to be cautious about his next choice, after all, he didn't know anything about these groups, and he rushed in for fear of getting involved in the dispute between them.

He didn't have the time or energy to waste on these things.

Turing smiled: "Actually, Shentu is good, it's just that the three groups have encountered two blows in succession, and he is a little unhappy in his heart, don't mind too much."

Thinking of Ji Wei and the others, Rong Xiaochuan understood Shen Tu's mood better.

He knew that Shen Tu was very strong, and he could see it that night, and to be able to survive alone in that environment, he must have had the means to do it.

"It's okay," Rong said.

It was just a small episode, and everyone went back to the well and sat down.

"Here you go, I brought you your baby", Turing smiled and took off the large long box and handed it to Cen Lin.

Cen Lin said thank you, and then opened the box.

Rong Xiaochuan was a little curious about what was in the box, and tilted his body slightly to look at it.

To his surprise, it turned out to be a specially made rifle inside.

I saw Cen Lin skillfully pick up the gun and start preparing.

This shocked Rong Xiaochuan, and he couldn't see that this woman was quite violent, and she actually used a rifle.

Cen Lin got his weapon right, opened the compartment of the box, picked up a pistol from below, loaded the magazine and handed it to Rong Xiaochuan.

"Will it work?" She asked.

Rong Xiaochuan shook his head, the meaning was self-evident.

Cen Lin: "It doesn't matter if you don't use it, just stay on your body to defend yourself, these firearms are specially manufactured, there are not many bullets, and you can only be given a magazine."

As soon as Cen Lin said this, Turing next to him cast a surprised look, and then glanced at Rong Xiaochuan with great meaning.

"Thank you", Rong Xiaochuan took the gun unceremoniously and looked at it carefully under the light.

It was the first time he had been in such close contact with these things, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

However, he was not familiar with firearms, so he couldn't see why.

But there is something special about the bullet, the color is silver, the body is slender, the bullet head is sharp, and there are some special lines engraved on it.

Each magazine can only hold nine bullets, which means that he can only fire nine shots.

Although I don't know how powerful this thing is, Rong Xiaochuan was a little inexplicably excited when he carried it on his body.

It was getting dark, and a large number of searchlights around the neighborhood were shining brightly and brightly.

The Seventh Master who had high hopes in the mouths of Cen Lin and others had not yet appeared, and everyone was a little anxious, and their faces all became solemn.

Without the seventh master, Cen Lin and the others seemed to be missing a spiritual pillar.

After all, the enemy this time is a little different.

From 5 p.m., bubbles began to bubble up again in the well, and the white fog became more and more.

It seems that the corpse of Wang Qiansheng can't be suppressed for too long.

Lin Shu punched a few seals at the mouth of the well, which could only be said to be better than nothing.

At half past six, it was completely dark, and there was silence all around.

At this time, a heavily armed team suddenly entered from outside and began to lay a defensive line on all sides.

An officer with the rank of captain came over and saluted them.

"Report to the sir, the outer defense line has been set up, please instruct."

Cen Lin gave him a military salute in return, and asked them to stand by and act when the opportunity arises.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Cen Lin's phone rang when he saw that the white mist at the bottom of the well had gradually broken through Lin Shu's seal and was about to overflow the wellhead.

The Seventh Master is here.

Except for Shen Tu, the expressions of the other people were a little excited.

Rong Xiaochuan was also a little curious, who is this seventh master, it seems to be very powerful like this.

Cen Lin and Lin Shu went to pick up the seventh master.

A few minutes later, an old man in a thin blue-black suit walked in this direction.

The old man should be in his sixties, his back seems to be a little hunched, his hair is gray, his stature is short, and he is holding a pipe in his hand.

This look is really a bit different from the image of the seventh master that Rong Xiaochuan has been looking forward to all afternoon.

Turing and Shen Tu both stood up, and Rong Xiaochuan also stood up when he saw this.

When the old man approached, Turing and Shentu both bowed and greeted the Seventh Master.

Rong Xiaochuan didn't know what to call it, so he stood there and bowed slightly to the other party to show respect.

The seventh master buried his head and didn't even look at them, and was about to walk to the wellhead with his hands behind his back.

But as soon as he walked in front of Rong Xiaochuan, the seventh master suddenly stopped, then took two steps back, and raised his slightly bowed body, staring at Rong Xiaochuan with a pair of eyes.

"You're kind of funny, kid."