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The trail of the wheels grew longer and longer, and finally it was submerged in thicker and thicker snow.

The thinly dressed old man smoked a dry cigarette, and his eyes were distant and deep.

The companion next to him was like a walking sculpture, with a palm-wide knife hanging from his waist, and the wind and snow fell, and it was divided into two halves without breath.

It's a murderous knife!

The old man thought, and then looked at his companion on the left.

It was a thin man, with a bulging forehead like a sarcoma, and a pair of deep-set eyes that resembled skeletons.

He took a puff of smoke, and the smoke rose and turned into a bird with wings, drifting farther and farther, when a hand fell, but it was the bird that the smoke turned into scattered.

"Tell you not to smoke, you still smoke!"

A little boy jumped into the car in a rage and glared at the old man.

The old man smashed it and glanced at the little boy lightly, "How can a little kid understand the story of an adult!"

"Shit story! Do you want to tell the story of your concubines who were scared to death by you?" exclaimed the little boy.

The old man was silent, and the speed of smoking was faster, and after a while, smoke rings rose one by one.

"You don't understand!" he said occasionally.

This calm gesture angered the little boy, whose short hair suddenly stood on end, like a steel needle, and exuded a faint sheen.

The old man had to pull the cigarette out of his mouth, because the little boy's head had hit him straight up.

With a "bell", the dry tobacco butt fell on the little boy's head, but the sound of collision was like the impact of metal, unusually loud and heavy.

Click!

The car underneath made an overwhelmed sound.

The two of them were about to continue, and suddenly their faces changed, and two tower-like figures appeared behind them at some point, grabbed the shoulders of the two of them with lightning speed, and threw them out a hundred meters away.

"This operation is extraordinary, if there is a similar incident again, it will be severely punished!"

A cold voice came from inside the carriage, with an unparalleled oppressive force.

The people around the car all showed awe-inspiring expressions and hung their heads silently.

"There are some living corpses two miles ahead, you two go and deal with them!" the voice inside the car said again.

The two people who were thrown out hurriedly turned around and disappeared into two streamers.

"Are you going to Shizhuang? Soon! Soon······" Inside the car, a thin figure with extremely bright eyes sat in the darkness, holding a stone in his hand, shaped like a human skull, and in a moment, a small undercurrent flashed away and submerged into its body.

Suddenly, a bony claw poked out of the darkness and slammed into the human bone stone.

"I can't believe that this boundary stone will finally fall into my hands, haha!"

A chattering laugh quickly faded away, but the next moment, it turned into a muffled snort.

A stream of blood came out of a corner of the car like a snake, growing longer and longer, until it all fell into a stone jar in front of the emaciated figure.

After a few grunts, the thin figure lifted the stone jar and drank the blood in the jar in a big gulp, and his eyes became deeper and brighter!

"Boundary Stones... Whoever dares to rob my boundary stone will die!"

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The 800 Hotel is located here, as always.

A few drunken hunters passed by, slowing down one by one, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.

The signboard is still there.

But people are not what they used to be!

At least, that's what everyone thinks.

A woman stood in front of the hotel, sighed, and pushed the door open.

The door is unlocked.

Or rather, since the incident of more than a month ago, the lock on the hotel door has slipped away.

The battle was so amazing that the aftermath of the battle between the three powerhouses doubled the width of the street.

There are still traces of the day on the ground.

Eyes full of devastation.

"Boss... Bring me a bottle of wine!"

Wine has always been something that only the wealthy can enjoy.

At the Eight Hundred Hotel, there is not much wine left!

Because there's an alcoholic here!

The white-haired old man was lying on the recliner and didn't move, "There's no wine here!"

As he spoke, he was drinking with a flask.

Took a sip and another sip.

The woman stepped forward with a frown.

The old man looked up, and he had to say that this woman was very material, with towering breasts, a slender body, and round thighs, all exuding amazing temptation.

It's a woman.

A mature, peach-like woman.

It's a pity that he is not interested in her!

The woman hesitated for a moment and said, "Doing business like you is definitely a loss!"

The old man did not answer.

He won't say, he's not in business at all!

The woman sat for a moment, then turned to leave.

That's when the hunters swarmed in.

Shizhuang was besieged by living corpses for nearly half a month. In the past half a month, more and more living corpses have appeared, and they are even mixed with a large number of innate level living corpses, or even stronger existences.

The warriors of the Shizhuang had to distinguish those living corpses that could kill ordinary innate hunters in an instant and call them kings!

The King of Corpses!

The king has only one head, but it puts the entire Shizhuang in trouble.

This is not because no one in Shizhuang can subdue the Corpse King, but the Corpse King has a great vigilance towards Gu Disciples, and once a powerful Gu Disciple appears, he will immediately flee, not allowing Shizhuang to have a chance to take advantage of it.

And with the increase in the number of living corpses, even the Gu disciples of several major families did not dare to easily break into the group of living corpses.

Life and death are near.

The hunters are also starting to lose their sense of normalcy.

The beast ring, the wine, the grudge, the intrigue, and so on became their last vent.

Those who can keep a clear head at all times in a crisis and persist until the last moment are still a minority!

As a result, the 800 Hotel, which was never short of alcohol, became a gathering place for many people.

The old man began to get busy.

His movements were not fast at all, but no one would rush him.

Those who urge him are usually invited out, and if they don't know what to do, they won't see him again after tonight.

After that person disappeared, the Eight Hundred Hotel became very mysterious.

It is no longer inhabited by tourists, and occasionally there are some people who have nowhere to live and who live here by various means, and often hear some strange and terrifying sounds at night.

From then on, he became insane.

In this state, you can't live a day in this world.

Therefore, no one dares to underestimate the old people who can live here all the time.

What's more, there is another regular visitor here, and that is the female woman just now, she can be a real Gu disciple!

Wine is drunk quickly, and people go quickly.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

As long as you are in this world, you have to run for everything.

Either for the sake of escape, or for trivial matters.

When you want to stop and rest, you will be eroded by the crisis!

The old man lay down in his chair and looked at the wind and snow outside the door.

A few shadows appeared outside the door, carefully sweeping the snow away from the door, and then walked in with a pile of things.

"My lord, this is the wine you wanted!"

The person who spoke was a little girl, and she looked at the old man with wide eyes. She wondered why this seemingly powerless old man had been able to let the wineries of several major families send out wine that was not easy to brew.

"Hmm"

The old man snorted, more like a snoring in his sleep.

The little girl felt a tightness in her chest and almost exploded, but was stopped by another companion.

Her companion grabbed her hand and pulled her out.

The door closes.

She pouted, "What's the matter?" that old man is so angry, we kindly gave him wine, and he still ignores him!

Before she could finish complaining, a hand had already covered her mouth.

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful of misfortune!"

The companion glanced at the old man in the crack of the door, and saw that he was still asleep and did not move, so he exhaled lightly, and dragged the little girl into the wind and snow as if he were fleeing.

"What's the matter? Why do you all look like you're afraid of him, I don't think he's capable, he doesn't even look like he's tired of walking, I see, I can blow him down if I blow it!"

The companion stomped his foot and said hurriedly: "Why don't you understand? Why do we come to deliver wine? Why do those usually arrogant people look like Nono when it comes to the owner of the Eight Hundred Hotel?"

"Why is that?" said the little girl.

"Because—" said the companion after a pause, "I don't know, but there is a reason for it!"

The little girl fell over, slammed her companion, and pushed him into the snow.

"I see, you must have been fooled by the old man!" and I can do it if you want me!" she bent down, pouted, and made the appearance of an old lady, and said in a vivid voice, "I am... The 800 Hotel's... The master, to... You will send it to me in the future... Come, or else—"

She laughed as she spoke, and suddenly, she paused, and her body looked as if she had been frozen, and she stared ahead in amazement.

I saw that in the wind and snow, a person was stepping on the snow, with a gray monkey coiled on his shoulder, and the snowflakes were fluttering, but when they were about to fall on him, they twisted strangely, as if they were pulled away by countless invisible hands!

But that's not what shocked her.

But at the same time, the door of the Eight Hundred Hotel opened without a breath, and the old man with white hair walked out of it, and from the moment he walked out of the door, with every step, his body was a point tall, and when he was only three feet away from the visitor, his rickety back was completely erect.

The snowflakes fell, and the white hair on that end did not look old at all, but was full of a monotonous and desolate beauty!

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