Chapter 80: Strange Mushrooms
As soon as he entered, he went straight to Yue Xinxin's suite, but the room was empty, and the housekeeper took him to the gym, where Yue Xinxin was sitting around a long table with a bunch of personal bodyguards, and the table was filled with all kinds of claw knives, sabers, triangular spurs, pistols, submachine guns, and sniper rifles.
The personal bodyguards are all tall and rough men, and they can't help but look at Yue Xinxin with obscene eyes.
"Beauty, the way you hold the knife is wrong, it should be like this!"
A bald man grabbed Yue Xinxin's hand from behind, grabbed her soft fingers in the palm of his hand, pulled out a three-edged thorn, and taught her to hold the handle of the knife with her backhand. "That's right!"
There was a burst of laughter and whistles.
Yue Xinxin rolled her eyes, threw away the triangular thorn, and grabbed a sniper rifle.
It's pretty heavy!
"Beauty, I'll teach you, what about this, you have to match up with three points and one line, and aim at it! In addition, breathing is very important, and the rhythm of breathing should be stepped on a little bit, so that the bullet will not deviate! ”
Yue Xinxin inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly, and looked at the target three hundred meters away in the optical scope.
"Well, that's how you should breathe—"
A square-faced rough man tried to press his hand on Yue Xinxin's lower abdomen, but was pushed away by Xu Xiangyang.
"Huh? Who the hell are you! ”
The rough man was about to swing his fist, and when he saw Xu Xiangyang's police officer card, he immediately shut up and dispersed with the other bodyguards.
"Let's go, it's time to go!"
Yue Xinxin hummed, still inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly, bang! The bullet shoots and hits the bull's-eye!
"Let's go!"
She shoved her sniper rifle into her trouser pocket and shoved a few pistols into her hand.
Xu Xiangyang watched the half-human-high gun stick never go into his pants pocket and didn't stab it out from the back of his buttocks!
He went around behind Yue Xinxin, where did he go?
Yue Xinxin opened his trouser pocket, and there was a black hole inside, and he didn't know the depth.
"Come on, you can go in too, you can fit it!"
Xu Xiangyang refused, who knows if he can come out?
Hesitate for a moment, or ask the question that concerns you most.
"You were here last night, what did that bastard second young master tell you to do?"
"He's crippled, do you think he can do it?"
Xu Xiangyang is still not at ease.
"Yue Xinxin, you can't be captured by the enemy's sugar-coated shells! Rich people like them, they specialize in playing with women! ”
Yue Xinxin felt sad in her heart, even if I wanted sugar-coated shells, I was afraid that Chen Mo would tear me up!
The housekeeper's car was already waiting at the gate, with a total of seven cars in front of and behind, the first three, and the last three were all private bodyguards, and the second young master was sitting in the middle.
He opened the back door and beckoned Yue Xinxin in.
Xu Xiangyang stepped into the car first and sat beside him.
The second young master's face suddenly sank.
"Officer Xu, you can sit in the co-pilot!"
"I'm going to keep you safe!"
Yue Xinxin opened the car door and sat next to the driver, and it was the square-faced man who taught her a sniper rifle who was driving, and threw a wink at her.
"Let's go!"
Eaton Manor is a 30-minute drive from the hotel, passing through a one-kilometre-long tunnel that crosses three or four blocks to downtown China.
Along the way, the second young master accosted Yue Xinxin, but Xu Xiangyang blocked him back, which made him so upset.
As the convoy entered the tunnel, its vision darkened, and only a short stretch of road ahead was bright when the lights were turned on.
", the hernia headlights seem to be broken?" The square-faced man muttered.
The road in front of the headlights became hazy and hazy, as if it had become a thick fog.
Yue Xinxin originally closed her eyes to recuperate, but when she heard the words, she glanced out, and the visibility was only about twenty meters.
"We haven't gotten out of the tunnel yet?" She remembered that it was only a minute before she passed through this tunnel.
The square-faced man looked at the speedometer, although he drove slowly because of low visibility, but it had been five or six minutes, why couldn't he start?
"It can't be a ghost hitting the wall, right?" The square-faced man made a joke, but Yue Xinxin suddenly frowned.
"We should be, into the netherworld."
In the real world, the boundary between the netherworld and the yang realm is sometimes not obvious, for example, the Mozhu Academy is located in the yang realm, and ordinary people can also enter, which feels no different from ordinary buildings.
But there are also boundaries that once you step in, you can perceive a clear difference from the original world.
The tunnel was clearly not a boundary but was deliberately constructed.
"Netherworld?" The second young master heard this statement for the first time, "It can't be the Huangquan Underground Mansion, right?" ”
"It's all myths and legends."
Yue Xinxin closed the four windows tightly, alert to the movement outside, and Xu Xiangyang had already pressed his hand on the holster.
The second young master sighed in his heart, the more prosperous you are, it is difficult for me to continue to believe in science!
The light in the tunnel became dimmer and dim, the road ahead became more and more blurred, but there were many more black things on both sides.
How do mushrooms grow on the road? It's still so big, a few points bigger than a head!
The square-faced man didn't believe in Yue Xinxin like the second young master, and he originally scoffed at the theory of the netherworld, but now he was a little suspicious. This really doesn't look like the original tunnel! Is it really a ghost hitting the wall?
An eerie gust of wind blew through the mushrooms, causing the mushrooms to shake slightly, and large clumps of powdery particles fell out of the folds under the canopy and drifted away with the wind.
The square-faced man calls the first car of the convoy through the walkie-talkie.
"Hey, car No. 1 heard it, please answer, have you come out of the tunnel?"
The other party replied quickly.
"Not yet—a-ah!"
The other party sneezed, as if mushroom spores had entered the nostrils that were floating in the wind.
When I looked down, I saw that my arms, neck, and face were also stained with a lot of bare clothes.
When you reach out, the powder is very delicate, and it melts into the pores of the skin in a while.
"Beware of the birds!" The co-pilot shouted, and at some point a lot of big black birds appeared in the tunnel, the size of which was like a crow, but much larger.
The crows did not approach the convoy, but followed from a distance, as if waiting for something.
Looking at the arched inner wall of the tunnel, there are large black lizard-like reptiles that crawl out at some point, lying quietly on the wall, staring at the convoy from afar.
"What the hell is this?"
The co-pilot scolded, felt itchy on his face, reached out and scratched it, and actually scratched down a thumb-sized mushroom!
He was startled, and looked down at his two arms, which were full of small black and brown mushrooms!
The spores that drifted into the car with the wind took root and sprouted on the surface of his skin at a rapid speed!
Looking at the four people in the car, all of them have become mushroom people without exception!
Dense little things cover the surface of the skin, and people are going to commit dense phobia when they see it!
While scolding, the four of them desperately brushed off the mushrooms on their arms, necks and faces, and unsuspecting a big black crow flew in, poked in through the car window, stretched out its long pointed beak, and pecked hard in the co-pilot's face!
The co-pilot wailed, and his left cheek seemed to have become a fragile piece of tofu, which was caught in the bird's beak and pulled off, and even the belt meat was torn off.
When the piece of flesh came off the face, the subcutaneous tissue was full of mushroom roots, crisscrossing and replacing the original soft tissue.
No wonder the flesh has become so fragile, and the inside has been hollowed out!