readx;? The Skull Mountain is the only majestic peak within a radius of thousands of miles, and in the endless russet land is a very abrupt black shadow in the distance, with its back to the cliff, sitting on the perils, standing alone in the wildfire wasteland. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The grass and trees on the mountain are sparse, and there are very few living creatures, harboring a group of crazy people who cannot lose their hearts and lose their trust, gloomy and suffocating.

The people on the mountain are all armed with horrific murder skills, but they are willing to trap themselves in the ancient castle of the forest, rarely seen, unknown, and shrouded in wildfires, but only exist in all kinds of extremely secret and scattered horror legends.

It is easy to enter the mountain and difficult to descend, except for the rickety ladder at the main entrance of the skeleton, there are only a few inaccessible paths to the outside world.

, It's a fool's dream to leave this ghost place on your own.

The mountains are full of black-clad people who can exercise the Dharma on the spot, and they are night visitors to this ancient castle.

Their group of people has long been accustomed to a boring and rigid life, and when they saw this group of newcomers so ignorant of the sky, they had cruel evil thoughts and asked for help.

Anyone who had the whimsical idea of fleeing without permission was caught, tortured, and amused for pleasure, without exception, without a single living mouth, and became part of the abyss through their hands and bodies.

This unwilling heart faded over time, and he got to know the black castle more and more, and then turned into a dead heart.

Although the night tourists in the fort still patrol the hill every day before daylight blooms, there are fewer and fewer cases, especially from the belly of the mountain, and they are much more honest.

But it is clear that the plans of the big men have progressed to an extremely critical stage, and they have not completely let down their vigilance against the "seeds" underneath, and at some point, they have begun to secretly investigate them.

The previous tranquility may have been just a temptation, to observe and wait for restlessness to arise.

In an attic that most people in the fort didn't even have the right to know, the light was dim, and a slightly hurried meeting took place.

The current skeleton owner, a middle-aged man with a gold wire lens hanging on the bridge of his nose under one eye, sat in the middle, indifferently looking at a purple-faced corpse on the ground, already dead, before he made any statement, but there was a majesty and self-birth, emanating from that tall body, which made people breathless.

"Hmph, as we expected, there are some filthy mongrels mixed in the seeds! Quietly lurking in the shadows, undercover in my fort for a few years, and now I finally can't bear it anymore and shows my feet?"

On the left hand side of the middle-aged man, the short old man had a gloomy face, and his voice was also gloomy, squeezing out a sinister smile: "It's really a thief's heart that doesn't die, is it actually forced to do whatever it takes, and I sent a few incompetent half-waste cubs to break into the interior with despicable methods, just to steal my skeleton's ambition." ”

"Are you giving up on yourself, they are all chess pieces that they have given up, life is cheaper than grass, and what big waves can be turned over, for the intention of getting involved is doing everything, a good dream!"

"Xiumir, didn't you say that once a stinky inner ghost appears, it won't be able to escape your eyes, so how can this be explained, huh?!"

The short old man's tone changed, and he turned to the man opposite, who was almost half his body taller, and scolded, not without guilt.

Before the person who was asked about the crime answered, the old woman who was playing with the little green snake coiled around her wrist couldn't stand it, raised her eyes and reproached coldly, "It's also a skeleton man, don't talk so impulsively, isn't it time to blame each other, don't you think about cleaning up the "seeds" and messing around!"

"What did you do yourself, Thumir, you know, don't think you can really hide it!"

When the short old man heard this, his face was red, his ears were red, and he was furious, and the green tendons on his stubby neck bulged, and he pointed at the man's nose and scolded, speaking ill of him.

"I'm measured, so I don't have to worry about you. ”

Xiumir showed a stiff face from the shadows, his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, he was not angry when he was pointed at, he spit out a word, and then just looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the middle without saying a word, ignoring the unreasonable troubles of the short old man.

The middle-aged man took off the single lens, and the terrifying pupils that were hidden in the white eyes were exposed, and he lowered his head and took out a piece of white silk to meticulously wipe it clean, and hung it back up.

He raised his head and swept over the crowd, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, don't make any noise, am I a dead man?! ”

"However, since they can't bear it anymore, it's time to clean it up, and this time they must kill it all!"

The middle-aged man's words were flat, and everyone suddenly lowered their heads in silence, as if they could smell a sticky bloody breath under these words, which went straight to their noses.

The short old man saw that he was being ignored, as if he had been greatly humiliated, and the middle-aged man did not dare to attack, so he had to kick the corpse on the ground fiercely.

The corpse was kicked into the light outside the attic window, which seemed to be no different from other corpses, and it could be seen from the blood stains on his body that he was not tied to death before his death, but had a weak struggle, but what was shocking was that on the forehead on the side of the head that was almost split in half, a small red horn was faintly drilled out of the forehead visible to the naked eye!

The investigation continued, and even the fort was no longer hidden, and a large group of men in black with indifferent and cold faces were moving on the top of the mountain.

Ji Ge had had a similar experience, and soon noticed that there would be occasional glances outside the hut, monitoring his every move, and he could understand the meaning of the castle doing this, but the real purpose was not thorough, and he only realized one thing.

The so-called "seeds" may have more to do with than he imagined! What they want and want is not just incompetent people who have no talent and are sentenced to death and have no chance of blood law for life.

Hua Nu, as one of the many candidates to focus on, was brought up the mountain by the old woman who happened to pass by, the prisoner in the bandit's den, the chance and the temporary intention accounted for half of each, it is difficult to say that it is a conspiracy with other thoughts, and the few captives who entered the fort with him are almost dead, and he is the only one left, and his origin is very innocent.

Ji Ge knew that they were investigating themselves, but they didn't know which step they had found. In the past, someone rescued the little guy, and only escaped from Scarface's hands, but he was not driven away, and he got into the barrel and went down the river to such an unheard of barren wasteland full of wicked people.

The barrel had probably been soaked in the yellow syrup of the river, and his past and enemies had disappeared on the other side of the river, and there was no way to trace it.

But Ji Ge didn't dare to guarantee that the people in the Black Castle had all the means to the sky, and the ghosts and gods were unpredictable, maybe it was really broken, and it was not necessarily, would they not hesitate to offend themselves and erect a great enemy for no reason, or would they hand themselves over and clear themselves up?

Ji Ge was uneasy in those days, but his expression did not reveal half an abnormality, he stayed at home all day as before, immersed in penance, and even deliberately reduced the number of meetings with Eve, and did not dare to go down to the tree hole at this juncture, for fear that someone with a heart would see it and think of this little slave who had quietly rebelled in his body and mind.

Progressing to the back, as if a storm was coming, there was a big move in the castle, and there was an atmosphere of nervousness everywhere, and the fierce competition in private under the young black clothes had to be temporarily restrained, everyone was in danger, and the air was always filled with a strong smell of blood.