Faced with his stubborn roommate, Bao Lebin finally just sighed and didn't say anything.

Just hope that the next roommate won't be so abstract and defecate in the dorm room.

And Martin is also worthy of being a professional special forces at the lighthouse.

Tear off a sheet and divide it by two to make a simple and sturdy backpack.

After a moment's hesitation, Martin walked to the funeral home's kitchen.

Although at his speed, he can get out of this wilderness in less than a day, but he still plans to bring some food to replenish his energy in case of accidents.

Two large bottles of mineral water, a few boiled eggs in my hand, thought about it, beat six or seven eggs to make a bottle of egg liquid, and finally took two chicken thighs and a few steamed buns with a strong sense of satiety.

"So be it. After all, it's only been two days, and it's not good to take too much. ”

"What's not so good?"

A voice came from the kitchen door, it was the Night Watchman.

He watched blankly as Martin was ready to go, collecting supplies.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I decided, I can't stay here, I'm going out."

As if he had known that Martin would say this, the Night's Watch nodded, and instead of stopping him, he gave him a key to the treasury.

"Look at your technique is quite professional, looking forward to your good luck~"

"Thank you!"

After taking the key, Martin hurried to the long-abandoned warehouse.

There are all kinds of tools scattered inside:

Gray steel shovels, sturdy nylon ropes, and even a few old wooden crosses and some steel nails all looked even more hideous in the dim light.

Martin quickly grabbed the rope and wrapped it around his homemade backpack, the shovel pinned to his waist.

The rest of the tools were also pocketed one by one, even the cross, if there was still a trace of superstition in the heart, it was better than waiting to die.

As for weapons, he chose an extremely sharp axe, which he pinned to his waist like a shovel.

There is one thing to say

Lighthouse Live Room:

[Oh, look at our soldier king Martin, he really looks so handsome!] 】

[Who's to say it's not, no one can deny that, dear.] 】

A tall and burly body, paired with a homemade bed sheet backpack.

In particular, the shovels and axes overlapping at the back waist made Martin's male hormones burst.

[Handsome or not, let's not talk about it first, I just want to know, if your Martin encounters the spider-man that Jiang Xiao killed last night, what are the odds of winning? 】

The live broadcast room was silent for an instant, and after a long time, someone said hesitantly.

[Sanqi open, Jiang Xiao suffered a loss without weapons last night, how could the wooden sword break the defense of that monster? 】

[Makes sense, and our Martin has two sharp weapons. 】

[That's right, when the time comes, we Martin just need to find the right opportunity and make a sliding tackle! 】

[Martin: Can you brag about me?] 】

[Your example is inaccurate, no if, I don't think that monster will appear at all during the day, right?] 】

In the end, Martin left the funeral home without hesitation.

Gripping the shoulder strap of the backpack in his hand, he took a deep breath of fresh air outside.

The distance of thirty kilometers is just a piece of cake for him, a well-trained special forces.

However, when he left the funeral home, the bottomless eyes of the curator still made him palpitate.

Soldiers, go!

Jiang Xiao finally returned to the weird funeral home at this time, and at the same time he was a little excited, if everything went well, maybe he could clear the customs today.

When he walked into the director's office, the curator was facing away from the window, looking at the slowly rising sun outside, and when he heard the door open, he turned around unhurriedly, and the expression on his face was consistently indifferent.

"You're back, Jiang Xiao."

Jiang Xiao's eyes were wise, and a smile appeared on his tired face.

"Yes, Curator. I did what you said, and I caught the grimace, and it led me to the lab under the tombstone, where it ......"

Jiang Xiao recounted what happened in the tomb last night, and even the strange spider-man told it without reservation.

The curator listened to his narration quietly, his brows did not change much, but there was a deep light and shadow in his eyes.

"You've exceeded my expectations!" The curator stood up, put his hands behind his back, walked towards Jiang Xiao, and did not give more praise, but said earnestly: "But knowing these may not be a good thing." ”

Jiang Xiaozai's smile froze, he knew what it meant - the more secrets he knew, the harder it would be for him to leave this hellish place.

"So, you promised me last night."

Before he could finish his sentence, the curator changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, I thought you could leave smoothly today, but the reality is often unsatisfactory, and the communication link between our funeral home and the outside world has been broken."

As if worried that Jiang Xiao would not believe it, the curator got up and let Jiang Xiao see the aging and cracked telephone line.

"You know, here, no one lasts for ten years, so the phone has never been used, and it has fallen into disrepair, so many places have aged"

"So, you want to say I can't go, right?" Jiang Xiao had a cold face, feeling as if he had been tricked.

Seeing that the other party's attitude was wrong, the curator immediately reassured.

"No, it's not today, this thing can be repaired, I let the night watchman deal with it, but there are more problems on the line, I won't be relieved for a while, tomorrow, tomorrow I can contact the outside world!"

Tomorrow.

Jiang Xiao sighed, he had already brought the otherworldly mobile phone given to Xiao Fenmao, otherwise how could there be so much trouble?

"Forget it, I'll go straight away."

Don't wait.

Who knows if there will be another moth after waiting for another day?

Just walked to the door of the funeral home,

'Click'!

There was a thunderclap.

The originally sunny weather was instantly enveloped in dark clouds, and in less than a minute, bean-sized raindrops could pour down.

"Ouch, it's really a dog"

God is against himself, how can he go about this?

"Hey, brother, don't worry about this day, you go take a shower to relieve your fatigue first, Bao Lebin will make the meal right away, let's talk while eating, they must be very happy to listen to you about the battle against Spider-Man."

Well, let's stay one more day.

Waiting for Jiang Xiao to go to the bathroom, the night watchman entered the curator's room with a cold face.

"How?"

The curator's face was a little ugly.

"Outrageous, not only did I come back alive, but I also killed that monster."

Although he already knew the truth, he was still a little frightened when the curator said this from his mouth.

"Killed?" The corners of the night watchman's mouth also twitched: "Is it possible that this kid is bragging?" ”

"Bragging?"

The curator didn't say much, but pushed the things on the table in front of the night watchman.

"Have you seen any of these materials?"

The night watchman's eyes widened instantly, he had seen this information before, but he didn't dare to go in and take it out

After taking a sip of tea, the elder god of the hall was in the way.

"Study and study, if you really can't get rid of him, it's not impossible to change your thinking."

(End of chapter)