Of course, it is impossible to grow a stubble like a leek born in the field, so Song Qiu's difficulty is still difficult. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Song Qiu, whose plan to make a fortune was blocked, sat at the counter of the Internet café with a frown, supporting his chin with his hand, looking at the messy scene in the Internet café and sighing.

The mobile phone rang, Song Qiu looked down and saw that it was a strange call, and he was not in the mood to answer it, so he hung up casually.

The phone rang again soon, and Song Qiu sighed and picked it up.

"Hey, hello. ”

"Hello, is it Song Qiu?" was a mature and steady voice on the other end of the phone, and he didn't look angry at all because Song Qiu hung up on him.

"Yes. ”

"Hello. I am Liu Yang, the coach of the swimming team of Jiangcheng University, yes, I saw a video of you jumping into the lake to save people on the Internet, I think you are very talented, and I want to invite you to join our swimming team. ”

"I'm sorry, Coach Liu, I think you can call me, you should also know my situation. To be honest, I really don't have the idea of going back to school right now, so I can only thank you for your kindness. Song Qiu directly refused.

"May I ask what the reason is? Is it because of money?" asked Liu Yang politely on the other end of the phone.

"Well, sort of. Song Qiu replied.

"You may not know that our swimming team will represent Jiangcheng University in the National University Games at the end of this month, and if we can win the championship in individual events and team events, according to the agreement between us and the school and sponsors, the team member with the most outstanding performance will receive a prize of about 300,000 yuan. ”

"Hehe, Coach Liu, I'm sorry, when will I report to your swimming team?" Song Qiu said enthusiastically.

"Didn't you say that you don't plan to go back to school to continue your studies now?" Liu Yang was overjoyed when he heard Song Qiu's answer, and couldn't help but joke.

"I'm just testing the sincerity of your swim team. Song Qiu said without changing his face.

Liu Yang laughed when he heard this, but he was not angry, and after agreeing on the place and time of meeting with Song Qiu, he hung up the phone.

Unexpectedly, the burden in his heart was removed so quickly, and Song Qiu's mood was extremely happy.

patted the shriveled wallet, no money but about to be rich, Song Qiu decided to go to the hot dry noodle restaurant on the street next to him to eat a local tyrant-level breakfast with both eggs and dried seeds.

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In the gloomy dungeon, in addition to the flickering candle flames, only the sound of drops of water that seems to be the footsteps of time makes the people in this dungeon remember that they are still alive.

The sound of water droplets was very similar to the footsteps of time, but the sound of footsteps was not at all like the sound of water droplets, so when footsteps came from the thick stone slab prison pavement, all the prisoners in the cage looked up.

Many began to erupt in earth-shattering sorrows, some clanged the shackles of their bodies with heavy chains, and others uttered the most vicious curses in the world with the most devout attitude of their lives.

The white-clothed elder brother slowly walked on the passage leading to the deepest part of the dungeon, ignoring the thin finger palms sticking out of the cage beside him, he just frowned and said lightly: "Quiet." ”

Then it was really quiet.

Not the natural silence, but the silence that seems to suddenly choke the speaker's neck.

Of course, it is impossible for the white-clothed elder brother to really strangle everyone's throats, not to mention whether he will dislike these dirty and dirty prisoners, even if he incarnates as a thousand-armed Guanyin, he probably can't choke everyone in the prison.

It's like God said, Let there be light, and there was light.

The elder brother in white said quietly, so his side was really quiet.

That's power.

That's what he's been looking for.

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

The white-clothed elder brother nodded in satisfaction and continued to walk forward.

The dungeon is built downward, and the further you go, the deeper you go into the ground, the more damp and cold it becomes, like the legendary hell.

On the clothes of the elder brother in white, I don't know when, stood on a thin layer of mist, that layer of mist trembled slightly with the cadence, gathered into small droplets, stubbornly and stubbornly stuck to the clothes and refused to fall.

In the deepest part of the dungeon, there are three cages side by side.

The three cages that had been vacant for many years were now inhabited by people, one room for each person, very fair, very miserable.

The white-clothed senior brother first saluted the old man in the cage in the middle, and said calmly, "Master. ”

The old man in the cage sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, not knowing whether he heard it or not.

Then the white-clothed elder brother glanced at the young man in the cage on his left, turned to the right, looked at the person in the cage condescendingly, and asked, "Aren't you still recruiting?"

Inside the cage on the right hand side was a middle-aged man, his robe was tattered, and only a faint look at the clouds of muddy blood was supposed to be black.

The middle-aged man, who had obviously been tortured, collapsed to the ground, his eyes flashed with a crazy look, looking at the white-clothed senior brother who let out a strange laugh, and said, "What are you recruiting? Explain what? Zhang Xuance, didn't you tell me to assassinate Jian Hongyu, why don't you dare to admit it now? What kind of man are you?"

The white-clothed elder brother named Zhang Xuance shook his head and said, "It seems that the punishment is not enough. ”

"Come on, go to the punishment. ”

Several jailers emerged from the bottomless darkness, and with the sound of execution, they picked up the harshest and coldest instruments of torture and rushed into the cage on their right.

The black-robed man whose limbs were locked and whose cultivation had been forbidden looked at these jailers who used to be as weak as ants in his eyes viciously fiddling with him, and a strange smile came out of his mouth.

The strange laughter grew quieter and quieter, and soon died out completely, leaving only the occasional muffled grunt of pain and the sound of liquid falling low to the surface.

It's just that the liquid is no longer a droplet.

It's blood.

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From the gentle proprietress who took the paper bowl for take-out, Song Qiu, like many office workers in Jiangcheng, walked and ate at the same time, and the fragrant sesame fragrance made many people who passed by Song Qiu and had not had time to eat breakfast agitated and swallowed a large mouthful of saliva enviously.

Song Qiu's walking speed seemed to be slow and fast, and he was not far from Jiangcheng University, so he entered the school gate in a short time.

Walking on a road that is usually only pedestrian-friendly, Song Qiu enjoyed the unique scenery in late autumn, and his heart couldn't help but be immersed in it.

Suddenly, his heart became alert, and he took a wrong step under his feet, and instantly hid to the side of the road.

A BMW sedan that knew at a glance that it was worth a lot of money suddenly rushed out from behind where Song Qiu was standing just now, if it wasn't for Song Qiu's fast dodge, it would have been hit right at this time.

The BMW sedan stopped suddenly, and the driver rolled down the window, not only unapologetically on his face, but scolded viciously: "Poor boy, don't you have long eyes when you walk?"