The smell of blood? How can there be a smell of blood? At a depth of more than ten meters underground, it is not surprising that several "infected people" pop up. The strong smell of blood was pure, and it was certainly not an infected! Needless to say, it is even more impossible for the black pupil to be injured and bleeding. Then, the source of the smell of blood is clear.

Yang Xiaohai took two candles, looked at the dim candlelight, and found the black down jacket soaked in blood.

When I looked closer, I only saw half of my face. Fei Ren's head was like a watermelon cut from it, and the yellow and white pieces of flesh were all piled up under the brown soft hat. Yang Xiaohai frowned. It is clear that the filigree was cut by a sharp object. Moreover, the burnt black color of the wound also indicates that the murder weapon is the "Tiancong Cloud Sword".

But knowing all this is not enough to explain the cause of Fei Ren's death. The candlelight flickered, and the answer was soon revealed. Yang Xiaohai raised his feet and stepped lightly, stepping on the dark red floor tiles steadily. Fei Ren's blood was flowing everywhere, like a very sticky carpet on the ground.

Squatting down in the almost solidified plasma, Yang Xiaohai pressed the candle down, and after a while, he found something tightly clutched in Fei Ren's hand. If you look closely, it is a hollow copper tube that has been cut vertically. Half of the pipe is gone, and there is a lotus root-shaped pipe structure inside. There is also some white powder inside the copper tube.

Yang Xiaohai buckled a little with his little fingernail and put it under his eyes. The white powder is somewhat yellowish and translucent. Yang Xiaohai sniffed lightly, and there was a faint smell of spices. The smell wasn't pungent, but it was profound. Suddenly, my head sank. Although he regained his clarity in an instant, his heart set off turbulent waves.

One word came to mind uncontrollably: drug! This unknown powder is likely to be a strong coma-causing drug. Otherwise, it is impossible for his strong physique to faint when he smells it. Thinking of this possibility, Yang Xiaohaiden took the copper pipe far away.

I wanted to throw it away, but the moment the brass pipe left my hand, I changed my mind again. He tore a piece of fabric from his shirt, wrapped the brass tightly around it, and carefully kicked it into the pocket on his arm.

"What are you doing?" As soon as the copper pipe was put away, a soft and cold voice came from the head. "Ancestors, others don't give money at most when they stay in hotels; Why did you slaughter the landlord overnight? Yang Xiaohai didn't raise his head, and there was no one who could stand quietly beside him except Heitong.

"Long-winded. He touched the door in the middle of the night, weak and pitiful, who was the monster who killed himself? Not to mention a mortal, even a senior brother and sister, who dares to harass me? Before the words fell, the black pupil stepped on Yang Xiaohai's shoulder and jumped towards a clean place. By the time Yang Xiaohai stood up, the black pupils had already gone out of the range shrouded in candlelight.

"What are you doing? Don't run around, beware of getting lost! "Get out there and breathe. You don't mind my business. Besides, just a store, still want to trap me? Shaking his head, Yang Xiaohai slowly retreated. After all, it was careless. How many times has this been? In terms of human nature, why do I always suffer? ”

Yang Xiaohai thought in hindsight: Although there is no danger, to a certain extent, he is indeed on the way. In front of the gong and the drum opposite, Fei Ren said that nothing was Yang Xiaohai's. But such a thing that is not a thing easily fools itself under the table.

If it weren't for the black pupils, if it weren't for the ordinary people, Fei Ren would have succeeded a long time ago, right? If it weren't for the perverted black pupils, how could Yang Xiaohai fall asleep unharmed? The drunk person doesn't know what he wants, and he is not taken by Fei Ren after he frees his hand, and he can do whatever he wants? He's weird, but he's not invincible.

Not to mention anything else, Fei Ren cut off his head with a knife, and let him become a "infected person", 72 changes are useless. Without the head of the Nine Suns, he would be completely finished. Thinking about it carefully, Yang Xiaohai suddenly shivered, and for the first time felt that the dark underground shopping mall was extremely gloomy.

The candle on his hand was thick and large, and from time to time hot wax oil dripped down. But Yang Xiaohai only felt a chill to the bone. The man who spoke eloquently, the man who generously offered him good wine and hospied him warmly, unwittingly conceived a trick.

Yang Xiaohai once again warned himself after the fluke: Be careful, be careful, and be careful, you can't be careless at any time. If you make a slight mistake, your life will not be guaranteed. Even if he has some ability, at a certain time, an inconspicuous middle-aged man can kill him. With deep self-reproach, in this dark and unventilated underground mall, it is torturous to stay for one more minute.

But he, like the black pupil, is extremely insensitive to the direction. Walking around the underground mall, I just couldn't find the entrance when I came. There was only a short piece of candle left in his hand, and he was still walking through piles of clothes and knitwear. After a dozen minutes, he gradually became irritable.

In the silent and dark environment, Yang Xiaohai suddenly felt that his black pupils also stopped. "That's right." Yang Xiaohai patted his head and suddenly realized: "Didn't that Nizi go out to breathe?" I'll just follow her. This stupid, I don't need to put a ready-made navigation, I'm wandering around. ”

The idea was certain, and Yang Xiaohai immediately walked in the direction where the black pupil was. Sure enough, after only a few minutes of walking, he came to a door. There were fancy posters on the door, and if you didn't look closely, it could easily be confused with the wall next to it. Yang Xiaohai stretched out his hand and nudged it, and the iron door opened outward, revealing a narrow and upward staircase. It's different from the stairs I came in yesterday, but I'm not afraid. As the saying goes, open guns are easy to dodge and dark arrows are difficult to prevent, and Yang Xiaohai, who is engrossed, is not easy to mess with.

I thought that the lot I just came in was narrow enough, but I didn't expect the stairs to get thinner and thinner, and finally it winded up and became a ladder straight up and down. At this moment, even if he knew that he was going the wrong way, as long as there was a black pupil on it as a guiding light, Yang Xiaohai would have no reason to stop. The two of them are wandering aimlessly, where are they staying?

After crawling straight up and down, Yang Xiaohai saw the black pupil. "Say it's breathable, what are you doing in this corner?" Yang Xiaohai saw Hei Tong standing in the dark, thinking that she was lost again. "If you are hungry, will you eat your own kind of food?" The big black eyes glittered in the candlelight.

"What do you mean?" Yang Xiaohai didn't understand. But the black pupil stopped talking. She just slowly, with her arms flat. The green fingers poked out and pointed straight into the dark corners.

Yang Xiaohai didn't know why, he looked at it with his finger. Although the candle head was still burning, the light was still dim. The candlelight shook so much that it was so blurry that I couldn't see anything clearly. Vaguely, it seems that there is a small space in front of it.

Yang Xiaohai knew that the black pupil would not come out of nothing, so he carefully pinched the hot and short candle head with his right hand, and slowly walked into the depths with his left hand to protect the flickering candle flame. After walking two or three meters, only the concrete wall was left in front of me. He used to glance to the left, the same concrete walls, the whole room was rough like a rough room.

It's also a shopping mall, so why don't you decorate it? With doubts, Yang Xiaohai looked to the right. At a glance, he was like being pointed, and his mouth was wide open and he was instantly petrified: a white flower suddenly appeared in front of him without a cover.

With a flat chest and six-pack abs, it all shows that this is a strong man. By candlelight, Yang Xiaohai saw that the man was also a middle-aged man. It's just that his hair is scattered, and his whole body is pale and bloodless. He was chained around his neck and waist and sturdily tied to an iron single bed.

A strong body has no hands or feet. The bare four sections were haphazardly wrapped in some sheets or something, and then brutally tied up by wire. The man closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth. Motionless, I don't know if I'm dead or alive.

The sound of ticking water is clearly audible as you concentrate. At the same time, the strong indole (fecal smell) smell rushes straight to the nose. Yang Xiaohai is slow to the smell of corpses, but he is still normal to the breath of life. He covered his nose and endured the stench; Just as he wanted to say something, the sound of "bang" caused Yang Xiaohai to raise his head sharply, and he met a wrinkled face.

The bruises on his face burst out, but he was by no means an "infected". The black hole's eyes were directed at Yang Xiaohai. In the slightly open mouth, strips of black and purple flesh poked out. Yang Xiaohai frowned again, he lifted the candle in his hand up, and then found that it was a lonely, bodyless head.

A long wire ran through the long black hair, and then tied to an iron pipe. The human head was like bacon, salted and hung up. Yang Xiaohai's movement caused the flow of air, causing his head to shake slightly, which in turn caused the friction between the wire and the pipe, and the sound of "bang-la-la" came from.

Rao is Yang Xiaohai was galloping across the mountain of corpses and the sea of corpses, and the coldness still rushed uncontrollably from the back of the back to his forehead. Thinking back to Fei Ren's normal face, and his self-deprecating name, if he didn't know what happened, he would really be an idiot.

Trembling all over, Yang Xiaohai gritted his teeth and gurgled. I actually chatted and drank with a cannibal guy, and I actually called such a person "big brother"! Yang Xiaohai turned around angrily, he wanted to poke Fei Ren's body into ashes to vent the hatred in his heart.

Clenched his fists, and even the bone knife was bounced out, Yang Xiaohai glared angrily, and wiped his black pupils. I just wanted to jump down the narrow passage, but I heard the black pupil say leisurely: "The male is not saved, maybe the female can still live." ”

Yang Xiaohai immediately stopped and turned around suddenly. His eyes were blood-red, and even though the candlelight was dim, he could see everything around him clearly.

Underneath the salted head was a middle-aged man about forty years old, tied to an iron bed. Not far from the iron bed, there are four strong iron pillars. The iron pillars are connected up and down and embedded in the wall. And under the iron pillar, an iron chain is tied to a man who is only an inch. The fair skin clearly told Yang Xiaohai: This is a woman with her limbs tied.

The slight ups and downs are still stubbornly showing the persistence of life. Thanks to the flickering candles, the light was dim. Yang Xiaohai can stare unscrupulously. And the black pupil standing in the darkness frowned and stared at Yang Xiaohai, as if he hadn't seen anything.