But at the moment when he was on the verge of death, "bang-" was like the sound of a thread breaking, a miracle happened, the hand stuck in Ancheng's throat burst instantly, and it was blown to pieces, and the puppet behind Ancheng was also exploded again, Ancheng came to his senses at this moment, and kept panting, because the explosion at that moment also frightened him. At this time, he sat on the ground, one hand trembling unobeyed, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

And after he woke up, his first reaction was how he lived, because his whole body was numb at that time, and his consciousness was completely unclear, so it was also surprising for him to wonder, could it be that he was dreaming?

He slowly climbed up with the stone wall beside him, oops, his feet were completely weak, and his whole leg was already weak, and he could only slowly get up with the help of the convex hole in the stone wall. His instinctive instinct was to look behind him, and when he looked back, he was stunned, probably more confused. The corpse puppet is gone, so where did it go, and what's going on on this ground? I saw that there was some white powder piled up on the ground, and some meat scraps that had been blown up, and there was a trace of blood mixed in the meat residues, and the meat was completely rotten, and from time to time there was a foul smell, which was very pungent.

And Ancheng seems to understand what it is, if you guess correctly, the problem should lie in the velvet thread, because dolls are generally controlled with the help of that velvet thread, but the doll must be controlled by someone, and who is the envoy behind it? Ancheng still can't figure it out, maybe the show has just begun!

Anjo didn't think much of it, and his limbs slowly regained consciousness, by the way, he almost forgot about it, it was the four tomb robbers.

He looked up, I wipe, Mom, where are people? Where did these four people go, they won't be eaten by any monsters, An Cheng's mind was in chaos at this time, and he didn't know what the situation was?

He looked down at his side, but fortunately the backpack was still there, and he picked it up, and walked towards it with an iron pickaxe in one hand

At this moment, An Cheng already had a bad idea in his heart, but the only thing he thought of was whether there should be any traps or secret passages underneath, so he searched around on the ground and found no clues. An Cheng wondered a little in his heart, where did they go, could it be at this time, An Cheng thought of an incomprehensible result, and even he couldn't figure it out. The white-haired old man on the side stopped and took a sip of water.

"What is the result?" The patriarch was also surprised.

Xiao Jian on the side was also busy asking,

"What's the result? Could it be that he saw four dead bodies. ”

"How is this possible, you are talking nonsense," Chen Xie said busily.

"Oh, this young man, you said that Xiaojian was talking nonsense, so what do you think?" The white-haired old man laughed.

"Yes, you said I was talking nonsense, but you gave a reason," Xiao Jian was obviously angry by Chen Xie's words, and his eyes stared at Chen Xie with dead eyes.

Chen Xie saw that they were scared for a while, and thought back to what the white-haired old man said, but he still couldn't think of anything else, could it be

"He thought of the illusion!" This voice did not come from Chen Xie's mouth, and the others were also frightened, and in the direction of that voice, Nima, who was actually a masked man, woke up.

At this time, everyone was curious, maybe they didn't notice him for a while because they listened too carefully.

"Professor Liu Yun, when did you wake up," Chen Xie was startled at first, but a smile appeared on his face.

The masked man slowly got up on the wooden bed, leaned on the head of the bed, smiled, and said,

"Actually, I've woken up a long time ago, earlier than you, get up," the masked man pushed the man with glasses and the trumpet next to him with his foot.

I saw that the glasses man, the trumpet, and the fat man all got up one after another, Chen Xie exhaled, and finally they woke up.

"Haha-you're all awake, it's a good thing, if you don't die, there will be a blessing in the future," the white-haired old man on the side smiled, very happy.

"Thank you for saving us, thank you very much!" The masked man bowed deeply to the patriarch and said.

"Is it better to save someone's life than to create a seventh-level floating slaughter, we can't see death without saving it," the patriarch hurriedly helped the masked man up and said.

"Old man, why is your story so terrifying," said the trumpeter on the other side.

"By the way, how can this be a fantasy, Professor? How can this be explained? The patriarch asked, looking back at the masked man for an answer.

The masked man grinned and smiled,

"It all depends on the space-time wheel."

"Time and Space Wheel!" The patriarch said silently, presumably very incomprehensible.

"Hahaha--master! What a admiration! The white-haired old man laughed.

"Damn, what the hell is going on, stop the ink," shouted Trumpet, a little annoyed, for he had always hated people talking around the bush.

"It's kind of interesting!" The fat man on the side said, snickering from time to time.

At this moment, a middle-aged man ran in from outside the door, the man was carrying a large basin in his hand, panting, and speaking in a very nervous tone.

"Fire! Blaze! Outside! He pointed out the door, his body was still bare, his forehead was covered with hot sweat, and his panicked expression shattered the otherwise quiet scene.

The patriarch had already gotten up, and hurried over to him, and asked,

"What's going on? What the hell is going on? ”

The middle-aged man was out of breath for a while, very flustered,

"It's -- outside-- the fire—"

The words were quick and slow, with a slight bit of chaos, but everyone understood.

"Rub, why don't you hurry up and put out the fire," the number on the side got up and said hurriedly.

"Don't make a fuss, boy, don't go," said the patriarch, with a hint of sternness in his words.

The masked man obviously knew what the patriarch had just meant, but he still tried to plead, hoping to get his approval,

"Patriarch, what you said is not right, why did you ask us to stay here, since you saved us, our lives are all yours, and this fire is not enough for this."

I saw that the patriarch hesitated and did not speak for a while.

"Yes! Let them go," Xiao Jian on the side also came to dissuade them.

"But you're wounded," said the white-haired old man.

"Hey, what is this, a little injury is not worth it," the horn straightened his body to show off his majestic silhouette.

The white-haired old man wanted to dissuade him again, but he sighed and avoided it.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure, which moved, made a gesture, and spoke,

"Good! Since you are so affectionate, I will agree. ”

And all the people cheered at once, and the patriarch spoke again,

"But I have a condition, the condition is that you must obey my command in whatever you encounter, can you obey?"

Does that sound like a slave, fuck, the fat man thought to himself.

"Yes!" The voice came from the masked mouth, and the words were very neat, and they blurted out directly.