At this moment, Zhang Jingru was almost half-naked lying in the coffin, her lips were blocked with a white cloth lotus, and then her limbs were fixed to the bottom of the coffin with peach wood nails, and there were rings with thorns on her neck and lower abdomen, which confined her at the bottom and did not move.

There was a fiery blood, slowly flowing out of the wounds all over her body, and gathered at the bottom of the coffin, a shallow layer.

After seeing us, Zhang Jingru, whose eyes were already dull and dull, suddenly opened her eyes suddenly, and the divine light inside was terrifyingly bright. This is the hope of life, she wants to speak, but she can't make a sound, she can only look at us with desperate and innocent eyes, big tears, constantly sliding from the corners of her eyes, dripping in a pool of blood.

Seeing this scene, we were frightened, because it was suspended in the air, the coffin was almost flat to my neck, and the miscellaneous hair trail was higher than mine, and when I touched the eyes of this little niece that contained boundless pain, I shouted: "Little poison, save her!" ”

Almost without my greeting, the fat insect consciously flew to Zhang Jingru's lips, which were as pale as a piece of paper, and then cut off the white cloth lotus flower blocked in her mouth three or two times, rolled it to the side, and then arched his body hard and crawled into Zhang Jingru's cherry lips.

Where did Zhang Jingru have this kind of experience, thinking of a soft insect crawling into her mouth, even if she was already weak, she still let out a hoarse cry.

However, the fat worm still persisted, and within a few seconds, it disappeared into the sandalwood mouth.

As soon as the fat worm entered the body, Zhang Jingru's face suddenly had a little more blood, and I was also relieved, frowning and looking at the hanging coffin, saying that she didn't die just now and turned into ashes, why did she appear here again?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao replied to me and said, "For the formation, this is not strange, it may be an illusion, or it may be a space folding, and the door corresponds to it, maybe it is inside this coffin......" He picked up Lao Zhuang's mobile phone from the pool of blood and said that there was no signal here, how could it ring?

I saw that he had just picked it up, and the phone suddenly rang again, and the beautiful melody of the national style kept echoing in the tunnel.

I subconsciously glanced at my mobile phone with a cross-out signal grid, and then my face became a little weird - in this place where the signal is blocked, the mobile phone rings, could it be a ghost call?

Lao Zhuang leaned over to look at the number, and shouted in surprise: "It's my landline at home, it must be my son who can't sleep, and he called......" He reached out to grab it, and then connected, and a confused child's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Dad, where are you, Xiaoxin is so scared ......"

Lao Zhuang said excitedly: "Xiaoxin, dad is in a factory in Wei Xiangli Industrial Park, XX District, Peng City, you quickly call your mother to get up and ask her to call the police......" Lao Zhuang's speech was very fast, and the child didn't care about her at all, but kept saying: "Dad, where are you, Xiaoxin is so scared......"

"Dad, where are you, Xiaoxin is so scared......"

"Daddy......"

The two of them talked for a long time, and suddenly, a frightened scream came from the other end of the phone, with a fear that penetrated deep into the soul, and then the mobile phone that Lao Zhuang pasted on his face was messy, and the miscellaneous Xiaodao suddenly reached out and grabbed it, threw it forward, bang, the battery of the mobile phone actually exploded, and the parts were shattered to the ground.

Lao Zhuang sat on the ground with his buttocks, like a drowning man who had just been rescued ashore, panting greedily, and after a few seconds, he reacted, pulled the trouser leg of the miscellaneous hair trail and said: "Boss Xiao, my son is fine, what happened to him just now?" My son won't ......" Miscellaneous Xiaodao helped him up, saying that there was no need to worry, it was just a little trick and a trick.

Faced with a father's worries, we were powerless to dissuade, at this time, a long moan came out from the hanging coffin, after the treatment of fat insects, Zhang Jingru finally recovered some spirits, we no longer paid attention to Lao Zhuang, but focused on the coffin.

Although Zhang Jingru's body no longer bleeds, the peach wood nails on her limbs still pierce deeply, and the thorny wooden rings between her neck and lower abdomen make it impossible for her to even move.

This coffin is extremely high, and we can't climb into it at all to let go of Zhang Jingru.

If you want to rescue her, you can only slowly try to get rid of this hanging coffin. The hand of the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao touched the iron chain with the thickness of the baby's arm, and gently tugged at it, it was very hard, and it couldn't be torn off at all, and the connection between the chain and the coffin was quite deep, and it was estimated that it would take a long time to take it off.

I'm a little confused, what is the enemy hiding in the shadows thinking, I tied Zhang Jingru in the air before, and now I put her in the hanging coffin, just don't let her land, is there anything special about this, just like refining the little ghost and making trouble, Master Jiang Zhongxi?

We discussed, and in the end, the miscellaneous hair trail rode on my neck and cooperated with the fat insects to rescue Zhang Jingru.

Miscellaneous hair trail weighed one hundred and thirteen, it was really light for me, I lowered my head and easily lifted him up, I couldn't see anything, I only heard the sound of wielding a ghost sword on my head, and after more than a minute, miscellaneous hair trail reminded on it: "Little poison, I took her out, you take care of it!" I nodded, and said come on.

As soon as I finished speaking, my shoulders sank, and suddenly doubled in weight, and there was wet blood dripping on my head, which stinked.

After a while, we carefully put Zhang Jingru on the ground, only to see that she was dying, although the eyes opened to indicate that she was still alive, but this life has been like a candle in the wind, extinguished at any time.

In the face of this glamorous Taiwanese girl with a bloody hole, I was busy with miscellaneous hair, and it was to use medicine powder, and to clean up the wound, but fortunately, we all carried the wound medicine with us, but it was also sufficient, Wu Cuijun and Lao Zhuang also put down their hearts and helped on the side, after a while, Zhang Jingru relieved her breath, opened her lovely eyes, and cried with tears: "I thought I would never see you again, woo woo ......"

It's a comfort to say that what happened?

Zhang Jingru sobbed, and then said that she had just stepped out of the door, it was like falling into the abyss, and her consciousness immediately passed out, when she woke up, she felt a tingling pain all over her body, wave after wave of pain deep into the bone marrow hit her mind, all around was dark, she seemed to be on a boat, a little shaking, the blood in her body was flowing every second, getting colder and colder, she even thought that she had reached hell and was suffering from boundless criminal law.

And at this time, she saw the miscellaneous hairy path, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, and appeared in front of her......

The girl showed incomparable weakness at this moment, and when she spoke, her hands tightly grasped the corners of her clothes, and although her face was as white as paper, her eyes were shining. I turned my face and secretly scolded myself - Nima, obviously we were looking at it together, because Mao just saw that the miscellaneous hair trail was so handsome and compelling, and I was just a character of onlookers?

But I quickly figured it out, and I guess the miscellaneous hair trail is more lethal to the beauty of the royal sister type.

Of course, this is not the time to care about this, and Zhang Jingru can't ask why, and although the peach nails on her limbs have been removed, and there are fat insects to help her clean up, but at this moment, she is scarred, and she can't even walk around at all.

At the moment of crisis, no one refuted, Wu Cuijun nodded silently, but Lao Zhuang, who was still worried about his son, muttered to me, I glared at him, and said You still care about yourself, maybe, you will die next.

Listening to what I said harshly, Lao Zhuang closed his mouth, held Zhang Jingru on his shoulder, and then carried it.

As we walked on, there was a passage on the opposite side of the room, but the lights on the walls were a little farther apart, and the whole thing was very dim. We continued to move forward, walked more than ten meters, suddenly there was a muffled snort behind us, turned our heads, and saw Wu Cuijun squatting on the ground, on her right leg, there was a feather arrow.

The silent attack made our spirits tense at once, and we looked around, silent, and there was nothing suspicious, and when we came closer, we realized that the arrow had come out of the wall of the passage, and the hole had long been closed.

Wu Cuijun covered the blood flowing from his thighs, his silver teeth clenched, and his forehead sweated in pain.

We cut off the arrows, and then dug out the arrows, Wu Cuijun grinned in pain, she who has always been pampered and galloped in the mall, couldn't help but be furious, and scolded loudly towards the empty corridor: "You street boys, you have the ability to come out, lose your mother......"

Once this woman started to rush in, the level of swearing was simply embarrassing, and just after she screamed and scolded for a while, a gloomy voice suddenly echoed in the space: "Death, death, death......" The voice is eerie, and occasionally there is a faint strange laughter, which makes people listen to the back of the head is numb, as if the sound comes from the secluded mansion.

Hearing this voice from hell, Wu Cuijun, Lao Zhuang, and Zhang Jingru were all trembling with fright, while the miscellaneous hair trail fell silent.

His ears twitched, as if searching for the source of the sound, while his left hand kept crunching.

After a few seconds, he stopped all movements, looked at the first three meters to the left, and suddenly shouted in a rage: "Pretending to be a ghost, when our IQ is zero?" With that, he sprang forward and kicked against the sturdy wall.

At the first foot, the wall trembled slightly, the second foot began to shake, and on the third foot, the green tendons on the neck of the miscellaneous hairy trail were rising, like a small snake swimming.

He was also suddenly angry to the extreme, pulled out the blood jade on his neck, bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of essence blood sprayed like an arrow, his body was vaguely larger, and he suddenly became a little bigger, and he went out again, like a tiger, and another kick, there was a spiderweb-like crack at the point he just kicked, and the miscellaneous hair trail turned over, bright blood tiger Hongfei, and shouted: "Come out, blood tiger!" ”

A red-glowing red tiger jumped out of the stray hairy trail, smashed the wall into all directions, and then pounced on the dozen or so people who appeared in front of him.

In my sight, a group of people from the big fierce son were looking this way in astonishment.