The three of them escaped from the room where the imp used to imprison the "toy" and fled all the way in the direction they came from!

On the way, seeing that Ning Qiushui was still carrying the human head wrapped in a sack in his hand, Wan Jinping said loudly:

"Brother, why don't we throw this thing away!"

"Didn't you see that female corpse, if it comes back to life later, what if it bites us back?"

Ning Qiushui didn't pay attention to him at all, and soon, they returned to where they were before.

Originally, Qiu Wangsheng and Wan Jinping were very heavy, because they knew that the bamboo ladder in this place had been pushed down by the ghost, and without the bamboo ladder, it was inevitable that they would be injured if they jumped from this height.

Ning Qiushui and Qiu Wangsheng are slightly better, and if the force is appropriate, at most they will break their feet.

Markham is hard to say.

Now because of blood loss, there are already some double images in front of him, and even Ning Qiushui can't get rid of his strength in this state.

However, to the surprise of the three of them, when they came here, they found that the bamboo ladder that had been pushed down by the imp had come up again.

"It's Liao Kuo!"

"It must be Liao Kuo!"

"I knew I was right about this kid!"

Markham was thrilled.

There's nothing more exhilarating than being rescued by a teammate in a desperate situation.

He shouted "Thank you, Liao Kuo" from below, but there was no one to beat him at all, which made the scene a little awkward.

"Hurry down!"

"I guess the ghost is coming!"

Hearing Ning Qiushui say this, Wan Jinping was so frightened that his buttocks clenched violently, and he took the lead in trembling and crawling downward, followed by Qiu Wangsheng, and when Ning Qiushui finally went down, he suddenly saw a pair of white and inhuman hands pressed on the bamboo ladder.

"Watch out there!"

Markham Ping shouted in panic.

Ning Qiushui looked up and saw an indescribable 'monster'.

It was three completely rotten children, glued together in a strange way, with three faces, six hands, and ......

"You're damned!"

The little kid with the mouth showed a mouthful of blood-drenched steel teeth and cursed at Ning Qiushui.

The next moment, they toppled the bamboo ladder.

Seeing that the bamboo ladder was about to go down, Ning Qiushui felt that his body seemed to have lost its strength and became very weak, completely unable to withstand the impact of his body.

Fortunately, at the critical time, Qiu Wangsheng, who had already reached the bottom, rushed to the middle of the bamboo ladder, using his back to delay the speed of the bamboo ladder falling, seeing that Ning Qiushui was about to land, Wan Jinping also rushed over and crashed into Ning Qiushui's body, helping him unload some acceleration slightly.

Bang!

The two rolled around a few times, Ning Qiushui's lost strength returned, he got up, and when he looked at the corridor on the third floor, the terrifying little ghost was gone.

"It's okay, Ning Qiushui!"

Qiu Wangsheng walked over, Ning Qiushui patted the dust on his body, and said:

"It's okay, the fall wasn't heavy."

"You help him to the village first, ask if there is any place to heal, and bandage him briefly......"

Qiu Wangsheng frowned and said:

"What about you?"

Ning Qiushui shook the head of the person wrapped in the sack in his hand.

"I'll go and ask if anyone in the village knows about it."

After hesitating for a moment, Qiu Wangsheng still agreed, and left with Wan Jinping, who was calling "ouch, ouch", and left.

It was really dangerous to act alone in Goose Village, but Ning Qiushui's performance just now was really reassuring.

After they left, Ning Qiushui glanced at the bamboo ladder and dragged him out of the guest house.

He first returned the bamboo ladder to the original owner's house, but because the owner was not there, Ning Qiushui went to the commissary again.

Strangely, the owner of the commissary was not there either.

But the commissary is open.

Ning Qiushui sat in this place, and when it was noon, the boss finally came back.

He was sweating profusely, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Ning Qiushui smoking in his commissary.

"Where have you been?"

"Squatting in the pit."

"Squatting for two hours?"

"Constipation, old problem."

The commissary owner limped back to his seat, looking like his feet were numb.

"What to buy today?"

Ning Qiushui came to the door of the commissary, and flipped the wooden sign that was "open" outside, turning it into "Temporarily closed".

Then he closed the door of the commissary, turned to the wary shopkeeper and said:

"Don't get me wrong, I'll show you something good."

He smiled mysteriously at the shopkeeper, went to a corner of the commissary, and took out the round sack.

Looking at the blood on the sack, the commissary owner's face changed suddenly.

"What is this?"

Ning Qiushui tore the sack in front of him and said:

"It's almost rotten, though...... But I think it still has some facial features on its face, and you should be able to recognize it......"

After Ning Qiushui finished speaking, he finally took out the rotten human head in the frightened eyes of the commissary owner.

Many places on the head of the person have been dented, and the bumps and bumps are very serious.

"This person should have been from your Goose Village before his death, you are the owner of the Goose Village store, there should be a lot of people who come to you to buy things, take a closer look, can you recognize it?"

The commissary owner swallowed his saliva, endured the rich nausea, stepped forward to carefully identify the facial features of the head, and the shocked color of his eyes gradually changed to surprise:

"This, this is not ......"

"You know?"

Facing Ning Qiushui's questioning, the owner of the commissary took out a cigarette from his drawer, lit it tremblingly and put it in his mouth.

"I'm not sure ......"

"The damage to this head is too serious, but if I am not mistaken, the owner of this head should be Yangtian."

Hearing this name, Ning Qiushui thought of the first thing in his mind...... It's Yang She!

"This Yang Tian is Yang She's father?"

The shopkeeper's eyes were uncertain in the white smoke, and after being silent for a long time, he nodded slowly.

"At the beginning, it was said in the village that when Yangtian went hunting in the mountains, he was taken away by a big insect...... Where did you find his head? ”

pS: There will be an update in the evening.

Take a half-hour break.

If you have time, the bosses will send some electricity for love, thank you!