Panguan

Dadong didn't calm down immediately. He didn't know whether Wen Shi was doing it for comfort or if he was telling the truth.

He sat on the ground for several seconds before he finally recovered from his blank state of mind and saw the birthmark on the left ear of the human skin.

Only then did Dadong collapse and whispered: "Fuck, you scared me to death."

The mouse's birthmark is on the right ear.

But no matter what, it is really scary for a person to hang here like this. Everyone plucked up the courage and hurriedly put the thing down, accidentally sweeping the curtain in the corner.

Xie Wen's sharp eyes saw a small ball of paper stuck in the gap on the wall. Judging from the color, it looked a bit like the inside pages of a diary. He picked it up, swept away the dust, unfolded the page, took a look, and handed it to Wen Shi.

Just see it says:

"Rain on May 26, 1913

It rains all the time recently, and things get rotten easily because the house is too noisy. Shen Manyi couldn't hide it anymore, and Mr. Li found out.

Alas, he is so unlucky. "

What does he mean by bad luck?

He frowned when he heard it, and suddenly felt someone in front of him looking at him.

But he was facing the window of the room, so there couldn't be anything hanging out of the second-floor window looking at him, right?

He looked up suddenly, and there was a layer of blurry fog on the windowpane at night. Reflecting the room, there were faint figures of people.

Wenshi stared at that place for a while, then raised his hand and opened the window.

There was still a thick black outside the window, and the faint sound of insects could be heard, like a remote deserted village. As if remembering something, he leaned out.

…

Xia Qiao was working hard while enduring his fear, when he was suddenly slapped from behind.

He was startled and exclaimed: "Who is it?"

Zhou Xu pointed at something and asked, "Where is your brother doing?"

Xia Qiao looked in the direction he pointed and saw his brother jumping out of the window.

Jumped out...

Chapter 39 Old Habits

"Fuck!" Dadong rushed over, holding on to the window to look down, and squeezed Xia Qiao away who also ran over.

In his eyes, anyone who is on the same level as his master can be called a powerful person, and the eldest disciple of the Shen family is obviously one of them. Having such a person in charge gives you a sense of security. He finally found a golden thigh and didn't want to taste the loss so soon.

But I can't stand my thighs and show off myself, so I dare to jump anywhere.

"It's over, it's over." Dadong said with a white face.

Xia Qiao was frightened to death by his reaction: "Don't talk bad about my brother. Why is it over?"

"There are too many dangerous places in the cage, especially closed and unknown ones. Don't mess around if you don't understand the situation. You may fall into a dead corner or an endless loop, and you will be trapped inside and never get out." Dadong's expression was very serious, "Didn't your master tell you? Every master will definitely tell his disciples this."

Xia Qiao knew that his brother was very powerful, perhaps more powerful than any master alive. But after hearing what Dadong said, I was still a little panicked.

You couldn't see your fingers outside the window. It was so dark that it looked like it was stained with thick ink, and even the light in the room couldn't shine through. It's not like night, but more like nothingness - nothing exists, so it's pitch black.

Xia Qiao's entire upper body was stretched out, but Dadong pulled him back and cursed: "You just forgot what you said?! Are you a goldfish?"

"You can't see the bottom at all from here." Xia Qiao looked uneasy.

"Nonsense, otherwise I will stop shouting." Dadong muttered.

Xia Qiao shouted "Brother" out of the window several times, but found that the sound was gone before it could be heard, and it was muffled. To my ears, it didn't even sound like his own voice.

He was getting more and more creepy.

This feeling reminded him of every time he entered the cage. As he walked, someone next to him would disappear without realizing it. Everything was weird and gloomy.

Several of them lay by the window and listened for a while, but did not hear any response.

Xia Qiao couldn't stand still anymore. He turned around and frowned and said, "No. How about I dance too? I can't let my brother die alone."

Dadong: "...Do you think what you are saying is human? Do you two have to die together?"

He tugged at his hair and was so worried that he couldn't help but complain a little: "You seem to be a very stable person, why are you still so depressed? You don't leave a way out before you jump!"

As soon as he finished saying this, he heard someone say: "Stay, you guys walked back and forth five or six times along the back road, and no one saw you. You should tell me, who is more unstable?"

Dadong turned around and saw that the person speaking was Xie Wen.

He folded his arms and leaned against the window. Maybe it was because the damp smell outside the window was too strong, which made his whole body feel chilly. After he finished speaking, he coughed against the tip of his nose. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the sick look on his face became even more intense. It's heavy.

This man always speaks in a leisurely and polite tone, but anyone with ears can hear the reproach in his words.

It's just that this kind of reproach is very strange. It has an inexplicable tone like that of an elder, the kind of elder who has a strong sense of distance.

Dadong was stunned and almost bowed his head to admit his mistake. Fortunately, my willpower was strong enough to hold on before I lowered my head.

He hissed and wanted to ask Xie, but felt that now was not the time to worry about it.

It was Xia Qiao who pushed aside the others, rushed over and asked, "Thank you, boss, my brother left something? Where is it?"

Xie Wen pointed to the corner of the window frame.

Everyone took a closer look and found that it was a white cotton thread.