By the time Lu Fan returned to the Devil's Manor, there were already several figures in the manor.

Cai Wuxing, Dang Xiangdong, Chen Jie, Chen Dazhuang, only Chen Hui is missing.

"Is another one dead?"

Lu Fan didn't ask, he knew that Chen Hui was dead.

It's not Lu Fan who praises himself, everyone present, the comprehensive quality really can't be compared with him, with Chen Hui's level, she definitely doesn't have the courage to come back at the latest like Lu Fan, she comes back later than Lu Fan, there is only one possibility, that is, she will never come back.

"How did you die?"

Lu Fan asked.

"The one who fell off the bridge fell to his death. Cai Wu said, "Later, there was a fork in the road, the four of us separated, Chen Hui and I were in a group, when we passed a bridge, a bloody hand suddenly stretched out on the bridge, Chen Hui fell down in fright and fell to his death. ”

"What is a bloody hand, is it a ghost?"

"I don't know. ”

"Did you find any clues?"

"If that bloody hand doesn't count, no. ”

"Did you find any clues?"

"We found a mountain of garbage with a lot of strange things that we hadn't seen before, and I think it must have been made by alchemy. ”

Dang Xiangdong said.

"Did you pick some up?"

"Nope. Dang Xiangdong shook his head, "It's too far, I'm afraid that the time will be too late, so it won't pass." ”

"I didn't find anything. ”

Chen Dazhuang said.

"I, I'm with Dang Xiangdong. ”

Chen Jie said busily.

"I've made some discoveries······"

Lu Fan explained in detail about his situation about Crowley and Casidio.

"It should trigger the plot!" Chen Dazhuang judged the same as Lu Fan, "According to my previous experience of watching live broadcasts." ”

"I think this seems to be a deliberate silence in the live broadcast room. Cai Wuxing muttered, "You just said that it was after you asked him about Edward Eric that he died, why didn't he die sooner or later, but died at this time?"

"You're saying it's hiding information about Edward Eric in the live broadcast room?"

Dang Xiangdong asked.

"That's right. Cai Wuxing nodded, "It's not just that Casidio, Lu Fan asked the devil Edward Eric about it before, and the devil didn't say it, it's obvious that Edward Eric is hidden in the live broadcast room." ”

"But if it's hidden, then why did you say it in the first place?" Chen Jie listened and interjected, "If I'm not mistaken, it seems that the devil first proposed Edward Eric, right?"

"That's right, since you want to hide it, why bother to say it earlier?" Chen Dazhuang agreed with Chen Jie's point of view, "So, that Casidio's death is either hiding something, or a triggering plot." ”

"Lu Fan, what do you think?"

When everyone had a difference of opinion, they asked Lu Fan, and Lu Fan's performance had already made him the backbone of this group of people.

Lu Fan was about to tell what he had discovered, but the figure of the little old man came out of the wall.

"Guys, meet again. ”

The little old man said with a smile.

"Lord Devil, you see that the weather is so good outside, why don't we go outside and bask in the sun, breathe in this warm air, and then say, okay?"

Lu Fan was about to go out.

"I twisted your head off and peed into it while talking to you after you died, it seems to be more pleasant, do you say?"

The little old man snorted coldly, and the door of the Devil's Manor suddenly slammed shut, and it became an isolated and sealed environment again.

"Was it really suppressed in the Devil's Manor?"

Lu Fan didn't really want to go out, but to verify that the devil was really suppressed, saying that he could only go out for an hour a day, and now that hour is running out, even if the devil really agrees to go out together, he can't go out yet.

"The heart you helped me get is in good condition, and I'm very satisfied. The little old man's face was smiling again, "Everyone has worked hard, let's eat together." ”

"Thank you, Lord Devil, I—I'm not hungry!"

Chen Jie almost reflexively refused, although the person in front of him seemed to be a human, but it was actually a devil!

The devil's lunch shouldn't be so delicious!

"Don't you eat?" the little old man was not angry, and turned his head to ask others, "What about you?"

"I'm not hungry either!" Chen Dazhuang also said busily, "Thank you Lord Devil for your hospitality." ”

"Well, since you don't eat it, I'll eat it myself. The little old man turned around with his hands behind his back, "The basement floor is where you live, just pick a room to rest." ”

"Lord Devil, when are we going to have another mission?"

Lu Fan hurriedly asked.

"Today you have worked hard, tomorrow. ”

"Lord Devil, they are not hungry, I am hungry, let's go eat. ”

Lu Fan hurriedly smiled.

Since the live broadcast room let them stay until the next day, then it must be no problem for the devil to eat, and they can't be let go hungry for the live broadcast!

"Hey, I thought you weren't hungry either. ”

The little old man rolled his eyelids.

"Actually, I'm not hungry, but this is the Devil's invitation, how can I refuse? Besides, I've long been yearning for the food of the Devil's Manor. ”

Lu Fan's nonsense skills are getting deeper and deeper.

"I'll let you see and see. The little old man waved his old hand, "Let's go." ”

"He just went, wasn't he afraid that the devil would stew him to death?"

Chen Jie muttered quietly.

"What nonsense, keep up!" Chen Dazhuang was also busy chasing Lu Fan and the little old man, "Lord Devil, it's my honor to have dinner with you." ”

"Aren't you hungry?"

"No, that's just a casual modesty, but I'd love to taste the delicacies of the Devil's Manor. ”

Before, none of them were willing to go to dinner with the devil, but as soon as Lu Fan agreed, these people rushed to follow.

"I don't know if it will take us through the wall. ”

Lu Fan had been expecting the devil to take them through the wall, but to his disappointment, the little old man directly took them to the door of a room this time, pushed the door open with his hand, and invited them into the restaurant in a human way.

The outside of this room does not look big, and I can't see any taste, but the space inside is quite large, a rectangular dining table is placed in the center, and the table is tied with thin black threads to the blood-colored bats, and those bats flutter above the table, making a "squeak" wail.

A blood-red glow shot out of the bat's eyes, like flickering lights in a discotheque, shining back and forth in the pitch-black room.

"Welcome to the Bat Dinner. ”

The little old man walked to the table, and reached out to lift a large black hood in the center, in which the pot was boiling, and in the boiling soup, a dead child with dark skin was constantly rising and falling.