Chapter 53: Devil May Cry (8)

Soon, the stick returned to its normal color, and the resentment on the hairpin was also absorbed, Luo Tian put the hairpin away, just in time to find that the child who had been looking at Yang Mingsheng turned his gaze to himself, the empty eye sockets were very scary, and the child's complexion was even more snow-white, even more terrifying.

It's not like you're looking at yourself, is it? This look and this complexion are so scary.

Luo Tian got goosebumps all over his body, and really wanted to go up and knock the child down with a stick, and then touched the child's head and said: Can it not be so scary? Is it good to sell cuteness with peace of mind? How cute are you innocent?

Turning his head and looking around, Luo Tian had an urge to eliminate him now, although it didn't make any moves now, but in this case, it always had to be faced, and it was even more dangerous to stay behind him and let him do it.

However, in the face of this snow-white child, Luo Tian's heart was under even greater pressure, as if it was insurmountable, thinking of this, Luo Tian still dispelled the idea of doing something to it now, or looking for an opportunity to sneak attack, since the strong enemy did not move, then he would sneak attack.

If you make up your mind, you won't stay any longer.

In order to prevent the door of the warehouse from being closed one at a time, Luo Tian and the others dismantled the door and threw it far away, and then walked carefully in the direction of Chen Shuishui.

The corner where Chen Shuishui is located is not very far from here, it should be said that he has bypassed a few piles of goods.

The lights around were a little dim, and the goods piled up on the ground lay quietly in the corners, and the shadows reflected on the walls were motionless.

There was still no sound around, no wind, shadows, and unusually quiet, all of which had not changed.

However, when he came to the place where Chen Shuishui was placed, Luo Tian was dumbfounded, is this a human or a ghost? It's too good to play!

There was an extra chair not far from the side where Chen Shuishui was placed, and an old man was sitting on it leisurely, and the old man was slowly sipping tea with a teacup in his hand.

The old man's face was ruddy, his eyes were closed, and he was dressed in a loose black old age coat.

The old man put down the teacup, his head shook slowly, his gray hair also swayed, the old man's eyes were still closed, and his demeanor was leisurely, just like the amiable old man next door enjoying the sunshine in the yard and listening to a song, so harmonious, everything was so normal.

Ruddy complexion, and nothing flawed on the body, is this a human being?

In this situation, could it be a human being? Of course not, Luo Tian didn't speak, and Yang Mingsheng and Song Aihua didn't speak.

Luo Tian saw Chen Shuishui and Xiao Budian wrapped in illusion in the corner, and his heart settled down, Chen Shuishui still did not wake up, his body was leaning against the wall, the copper coin sword that Luo Tian put in Chen Shuishui's hand was still lying quietly in place, his eyes were closed, his face was even paler, his body was trembling slightly, and the situation was not optimistic......

Xiao Budian may be the reason for being afraid, and he was also trembling next to Chen Shuishui, seeing Luo Tian's arrival, Xiao Budian became excited, Xiao Budian just stepped forward and wanted to rush towards Luo Tian, and then he had to stop, looking at Luo Tian's eyes as pitiful as he could. Full of grievances.

It was Luo Tian who quietly stopped it, the current situation is not optimistic, Chen Shuishui did not wake up, he couldn't ask what the situation was, and it didn't play any role, so he couldn't expose Chen Shuishui, but it was the best in this situation now, which meant that Chen Shuishui's equipment couldn't be used.

Everything has to rely on yourself, you can only come according to the rules of the game, destroy ghosts to find a way out, and fight.

Luo Tian's eyes couldn't help but look at the old man who was drinking tea leisurely, and he was ruthless in his heart, blindly afraid of this and that, it was better to go down with a stick first, asking himself if he was afraid.