Chapter 115

Brush la la The wind blows furiously and rushes to the place where the sound comes out, two minutes, three minutes Four minutes later, he finally stood at the door of a room about 40 Ping.

There are lights here.

There is no door, so we can see Li health in despair, clinging to the wall, full of despair.

The room is very dark.

Not light, but Color.

It is countless bloody traces, on the wall, on the ground, layers of purple black, not one or two people's blood, at least one or twenty people!

The bones are all over the place. Some of them are still stained with the meat that hasn't been eaten yet. There was a hill of jagged bones and countless fish carcasses. Set off in the dim and bright lights, like a ghost cave.

But these are nothing. The most striking thing is the two dark coffins around him.

In front of them are offerings. On one coffin is a black and white portrait of a middle-aged woman, two candles, and another coffin The cover seems to have just been closed, not yet covered, and even a corner is empty.

It's like The people inside just came out like that.

In front of the coffin, there are also two candles, a plate of fresh fruit and A black and white picture of a teenager.

In the picture, he's smiling.

"It's very chic." The ghost head knife pulled out the rustling sound on the ground. Qin night went straight to the coffin. Li Jiankang suddenly rushed over like crazy and stopped in front of the coffin: "what are you going to do?"

Before the words fall, Qin Ye kicks the other side away. With a dull hum, Li Jiankang's pen flies straight into the wall like a cannon ball, and it slips down askew.

"You thought you could go out alive?" Qin Ye gently wiped the ghost knife with his finger: "if you go out, you will be sentenced to no period at most, but I am You will be sentenced to death. "

With the collision, Li Jiankang's hat, sunglasses, and mask all fell off. What appeared was a bony face. It was not too much to say that it was a bag and a skeleton.

Pale skin, pale lips, the whole person is like a zombie crawling out of the grave.

Qin Ye's hand gently stroked the coffin. Li Jiankang sat down on the ground like he could, holding his head in his hands and sobbing in a low voice: "don't open it Please... "

Qin ye did not pay attention to him, the other side sobbing sound like mosquitoes in the night, he gently picked up the photo album on the ground, patted the dust on the coffin, and then kicked the coffin.

Click Just as the four corners of the coffin were aligned, several sounds of locking came. Qin Ye accidentally patted the coffin. He squatted down in front of Li Jiankang, who was sobbing with his head, and said with a smile: "customized? Is it expensive? "

Li Jiankang raised his bloodless face. There were despair, relief and hope in his eyes. His pale lips moved, and he said in a trembling voice, "you are What is it... "

The voice did not fall, directly hit him in the face, the man fell to the ground, the heart of the fear of the string was finally broken, he held his face to cry.

"Woo Ah, ah, ah... "

Qin night patted the ghost errant clothes to stand up, relieved: "you know."

"In addition to Wang Chenghao, you are a new book on the shelf. Please be lucky. I hope you can subscribe to it and enjoy it. Don't take other people's labor achievements for granted. Thank you!

(end of this chapter)