They?

If the cliff is really bottomless. That...

Only then did Liu Chuxiao react: "If the three of them fall, aren't they certain to die?"

Girl, don't care..

"This scarred man's nickname is a hundred-legged centipede, and as his name suggests, it's not a good thing..."

A man about 40 years old in a Mao suit who was invited by the group smiled and said: "Do you think he really wants to leave because he sees that there are so many of us? He just wants to go back the same way, gather helpers, and come back from lurking again, and when we find the treasure, he is robbing it! This kind of person is innocent of death..."

"Heh, are you Zhao Donglai a good bird..."

A bucktoothed man sneered and responded: "You killed those private detectives in the hotel at noon today, do you think you are doing something unknowing?"

Huh, the look in the tunic man's eyes changed when he looked at the bucktoothed man!

Alright guys...

The man in charge of the suit seemed to be a little impatient: "The bridge is broken, and it is also for your sake, when you enter Zhangjia Village, you will look for clues for each other and find opportunities to get rid of competitors! The 30 invitations we originally sent should have reached 90 people, but now there are only 33 of you left! The most regrettable thing is that those brainless detectives, after being bewitched by you and taking out the treasure hints on the invitations, there are not a few who have been killed! The detectives are only left with Zhou Yixun of the Conservatory of Music, and the hands of the rest of you are probably not much cleaner than ours..."

No wonder! Zhou Yixun sighed in his heart...

No wonder at that time, the burly man driving the car would say that he was optimistic about himself, it turned out that those private detectives who were only second-rate themselves were probably out of detective instinct, curious to find clues to treasures, or to see what money revealed when they opened their eyes. In the end, these treasure hunters eliminated their opponents and killed them!

It also happened that Cheng Zhuo made everyone think that they were coming to the village to find someone at the beginning, so they relaxed their vigilance against Zhou Yixun and his party! Otherwise, it is estimated that in Zhangjia Village, there will inevitably be a knockout match...

"Some of you guests have caused a lot of murders in Zhangjia Village, so I have to take you in advance to prevent the government from detecting..."

The man in the suit continued to say indifferently: "Now that I have broken the bridge, it is also to prevent the government from finding this place tonight!

The night is dark and windy...

The man in the suit in charge invited sideways: "Please everyone, come with me to the lobby, our master has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Okay! The bucktooth man took the lead and walked over: "Then I'll go and meet your so-called master!"

Yes, a middle-aged man in Tang costume, Zhao Donglai did not show weakness: "I want to see what kind of amazing character it is!"

"It's mysterious!" a man dressed in neutral clothes and holding a paper fan followed with a disdainful expression!

Forehead... Seeing him, Liu Xiaoxiao only felt goosebumps: "This man?"

Let's go! Everyone said casually, for now, if you come, you will be safe!

The remaining thirty people, led by men in suits and a group of burly men, walked towards the mountain, and the two men who looked like sumo wrestlers were still guarding the bridge...

The night was thick, and the dark mud under his feet was like a rotting S body, and the dark snow marks that had dried up for a long time flowed out, winding and covering every inch of land under his feet. The road is sparsely damp, and everyone steps on it and crunchs.,

With the footsteps of the man in the suit, he only felt the disgusting smell in the air, which became more and more intense, and the sound of water in his ears became more clear and audible.

What should I do? Liu Chuxiao asked in a worried low voice, "You say, this bridge is broken, how can we go back?"

It doesn't matter! Zhou Yixun didn't care: "Now is not the time to worry about this!"

Don't be afraid of the little sister...

A bald man who looked obscene smiled evilly: "Why don't you follow me! I can protect you..."

You?Liu Chuxiao's eyes were slightly disgusted!

Don't believe it! The bald man said confidently: "After all, it's not just us, but also the mysterious person behind the summoning everyone up the mountain this time, and they are also on this mountain, they can't really be ruthless, and they don't even think about their own back roads! There are a few remaining grandmaster figures present, just like Zhao Donglai in a tunic suit, with strong buck teeth, holding the white paper of a paper fan, and of course, and me!"

The bald man touched his bald head self-righteously: "If there is really something wrong, everyone will join forces to restrain the people behind the scenes, and naturally they will be able to leave easily..."

I see! Liu Chuxiao didn't pay attention to him, but his heart gradually relaxed, no wonder these four people were so calm, it turned out that they had thought of a countermeasure!

Speaking of which, you haven't come very far...

Here it is!

The man in the suit in charge bowed down and invited: "Please... Everybody, let's go inside!"

Everyone watched vigilantly in the direction pointed by the man in the suit, which was a dilapidated tin house, exactly the same as the one where migrant workers live on the construction site now.

But this tin house looks huge, and the tin is rusty. Even so, the blood splattered on it was still clearly visible!

Over here...

The bucktoothed man's expression was terrifying: "These traces are enough to imagine that the massacre two years ago is really appalling!"

That's right! Zhao Donglai, who was in a tunic suit, couldn't help but be horrified in his heart: "But the god of death has no tears, is there less killing committed in the hot summer?"

Maybe it's the scene in front of you that makes people feel chills down their spines.

The man in neutral clothes closed the folding fan: "When it comes to no tears, such a scene is not strange!"

After all, when it comes to tearless...

Zhao Donglai was afraid: "According to legend, when he kills, he looks like a ghost, which is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye..."

"Those crimson and murderous eyes seem to be able to see through human nature..."The bucktooth man was horrified in his heart!

The fan man snorted: "It is rumored that he entered the realm of the grandmaster at the age of eighteen, and the vast land allowed him to break it with a sword!"

Zhou Yixun also undeniable: "Although he does not have the divine power to create all things, he has the ability to determine life and death between the flip of his wrist, and he can be regarded as worthy of the name..."

Death... No tears!

Chen Yuhan clutched his heart tightly, trembling all over! The environment here caused his transplanted heart to beat like thunder under his ribs, and his heart kept flashing the fragments of the tearless killing at that time...

..................

Have you talked enough?

"I advise you, let's go in quickly..."

The man in the suit in charge reminded: "My master's temper is not too good!"

The bucktooth man disdainfully: "What's the big deal?"

Zhao Donglai said with interest: "I don't want to stand outside and smell so pungent!"

Me too... Ten groups of people with different mentalities walked into the tin house...

The space inside is very large, with an area of about 1,000 square meters, and the miner's lamp of the battery illuminates the house brightly...

The bones are white, and the stench is pervasive...

Zhou Yixun didn't care, he, like those treasure hunters, was concerned about the environment inside the tin house.

These treasure hunters, who often shuttle through the ruins and rob tombs in search of treasures, have long been familiar with the scene in front of them...

The crooked tables and chairs inside are already covered with cobwebs, and the iron wall behind the white bones has become rusty due to corrosion, dripping with yellow embroidery water...

"It's terrible!" Liu Xiaoxiao closed his eyes and grabbed Zhou Yixun's arm: "Why are they all...? Didn't I hear that it takes 3 to 4 years for the corpse to be painted as white bones?"

But... Zhou Yixun hasn't spoken yet!

The obscene bald man looked at Liu Chuxiao with strange eyes and smiled evilly: "What you said was that it was buried in a sealed coffin! But in fact, these are abandoned in the air in front of you." With my experience, I can tell you that if the corpse wilderness encounters hot weather, it will attract insects and bacteria after twenty minutes, and in the next ten days, it will rot and only bones will be left! If it is autumn, it will be more than a month..."

Stop it...

Liu Xiaoxiao covered her ears: "I didn't ask you again!"

The big man licked his lips lustfully: "It's really timid!

But before his words fell, he vigilantly put away his playfulness: "The mastermind behind it, is it finally going to appear?"

Everyone's eyes were on the other side of the tin house...

It turns out that the tin house is a passage room, and there are doors on both sides!

At this moment, in the dim light, a vast crowd walked in through the opposite door...

The man at the head was in his early thirties, dressed in a white suit, with two mustaches, and the clatter of clogs under his feet, echoing in the suddenly quiet tin house...

And behind him were two rows of black-clothed samurai who were also dressed in uniforms, each with two katanas, one long and one short, pinned to their waists!

“40.50.60...”

There are too many! Liu Xiaoxiao roughly counted: "There are at least more than a hundred such warriors in front of me!"