"I hope you can live as long as possible, after all, our team..."
"There is really too little background."
The breeze blew the hem of Zhang Ziliang's clothes, causing his thoughts to wander a little.
Li Xinghe coughed twice and became even weaker: "People always have to die, but before death, they always have to use some residual heat. The future still depends on you young people."
After saying that, Li Xinghe closed his eyes tiredly.
When he looked again, he found that he had already fallen asleep.
Taking off his coat, he gently put it on Li Xinghe's body, looking down at the city, Zhang Ziliang was in a trance.
I hope that one day...
See you again in those prosperous times.
However, Wang Ye seemed to have searched suburban cemeteries several times through intelligence websites, and seemed to be particularly interested in this place.
but...
How could a place of this level be listed on the website?
Moreover, in this kind of cemetery, there is only one old man, but he has been safe and sound. If the Tianzhu didn't notice it, it would have been destroyed long ago.
But this Wang Ye, Zhang Ziliang can always feel the same kind of aura in him.
They are the same kind of people.
"I hope that in another 20 years, you can take over from me."
Zhang Ziliang whispered to himself, looking at the city again, a little lost in thought. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but a trace of tiredness flashed across his face.
…
At the same time, Wang Ye finally reached the end of the corridor and stepped out.
The basement was damp and cold.
The space is not particularly large, it is about a bit smaller than the one in the previous building.
The walls were made of blue bricks, but they were covered with dried blood and looked a little dark red.
Surrounding the wall is a circle of prison instruments.
Seats filled with spikes, wooden posts used to tie people up, iron chains, whips, charcoal pots, soldering irons, and hemp ropes!
Looking at the hemp rope, Wang Ye was stunned for a moment.
this...
It's the same style, length, and smell as the ghost rope that the post office gave me.
Is there a connection between this place and the post office?
Is this why the post office doesn't want me to come?
But the strange thing is that even the blue bricks on the wall have been stained red with blood.
But these utensils are very clean.
Even the iron spikes on the seat were brand new, shining with a faint cold light.
Only in the corner was a head hanging from the hemp rope used for hanging.
The head looked like it had been newly cut off, with sound flesh and blood, and even a somewhat rosy complexion.
In the middle of the place filled with torture instruments, there was a coffin.
The coffin was made entirely of mahogany, with a familiar bronze nail hammered into it.
On the ground, faint traces of dragging can be seen.
It seemed that someone dragged the coffin into the basement from the outside, but did not have time to deal with it. He threw the hemp rope, leather whip, and soldering iron aside and left in a hurry.
Looking at the messy scene in front of him, Wang Ye kept completing the scene in his mind.
That year...what exactly happened?
What happened that caused them to leave in a hurry?
Do they own the post office's ghost rope, or does the post office have some of their torture instruments in its collection?
Perhaps, I still think of the post office too simply?
In Wang Ye's opinion, the most valuable thing about this trip to the ancient domain is not the supernatural objects and utensils, but the ancient clues that this scene symbolizes.
This is the nutrient that Wang Ye needs to absorb most at the moment.
Including the Buddhist scripture that he risked his life to grab. If he could escape alive, he might be able to learn more about the Buddhist clan and the world.
But others don't think so.
Seeing so many instruments of torture, everyone's eyes lit up instantly.
Especially Mao Yongan, like a hungry wolf, took off his big black backpack, kept pulling everything he could pick up, and threw it into the backpack.
The girl picked up a soldering iron, but a young Buddhist man walked past and punched the girl on the shoulder.
The girl groaned and flew out.
The young Buddhist man elegantly picked up the soldering iron, put it in his cloth bag, and turned around to look for it.
On the ground, the girl covered her shoulders with a cold look on her face.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up and touched an instrument of torture again.
The seemingly frail middle-aged man coughed lightly and stood in front of the girl.
To seize the treasure in the ancient domain, you originally competed for strength, opportunity, and luck.
Everyone present, who can enjoy the honorific title of Lao Yin Bi outside, this girl is alone, her strength and mind are a little immature.
They are not running a charity, so why should they break up with this girl?
The girl was obviously furious, and finally couldn't help but scolded: "I am a girl from Qingfeng Village!"
"Whoever stops me again, be careful of being held accountable by the elders in my village!"
After hearing the girl's words, everyone paused for a second.
Wang Ye looked at the little girl with some pity.
In fact, he didn't know much about Qingfeng Village at all. He had only heard a little about it from Zhang Ziliang before entering the ancient domain.
Qingfeng Village is a self-proclaimed village.
The place is not big and the population is not large.
But the people in this place are generally not weak in strength, and the village leader and several elders are even top experts.
The most important thing is that Qingfeng Village only seeks profit, not fame.
As long as there is interest, they will be there. They will even use the big to bully the small, and use the more to beat the less, without any psychological burden at all, and without any shame.
And because there are relatively few people in Qingfeng Village, there is a rule for Iron Blood Village.
The people of Qingfeng Village can be injured, but not killed.
Anyone who kills villagers will be hunted down by Qingfeng Village forever.
Although he is a bit arrogant, he is feared by others because of his strength.
Can...
If she revealed her identity outside, she might still have a way to survive.
But this place...
There is no need to take action yourself.
Sure enough, in the next second, the young Buddhists, the frail middle-aged people, including Mao Yongan, looked at each other silently.
Then they took action collectively with a tacit understanding, divided into three directions, and attacked the girl at the same time.
Of course, Mao Yongan only participated symbolically. After all, if he did not take action, there would be a risk of selling the other two people afterwards.
This is equivalent to submitting a certificate.
If you don’t hand over, we will die together.
As for 'Wang Ye', he is with Mao Yongan and is endorsed by Mao Yongan.
And the other threesome...
How could a ghost tell the truth!
