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"I understand, the water is in a spiral shape, which means there is space below." Master Ba took a closer look, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Zhang Qishan raised his gun, loaded it and fired. The water surface instantly penetrated like a tornado.

"Move the tank."

Niao sat next to him, leaning his head and looking at the busy adjutant and Zhang Qishan.

"Lord Buddha, how can I let you do it yourself!"

"Otherwise, with your small body, you will be poached until the end of the year."

"Then thank you for your hard work, Lord Buddha." Master Ba took the flashlight and retreated to Niao Niao.

When the hole was dug enough for one person to pass through, Zhang Qishan held a flashlight and jumped into the hole.

"Lord Buddha, are you okay?" Master Ba quickly took the flashlight and looked inside.

"It's okay, just throw the tool box down."

"Ba Ye, please." The adjutant threw the tool box into the hole, faced the reluctant Ba Ye, and couldn't help but grinned.

Qi Baye took a flashlight and stood on tiptoe to look inside, but he didn't dare to jump down.

The adjutant who couldn't stand it reached out his hand and pushed, and Ba Ye fell into the hole in a large shape.

Unfortunately, his arm hit the tool box that the adjutant had just thrown down.

Before he could stand up, his body was hit with another force and he fell back to the ground.

"Sorry, Master Ba."

"You can't just keep an eye on it!" Mr. Ba now wants to kill the adjutant.

"I said I'm sorry." The adjutant said nonchalantly, and then shouted to the top: "Niao Niao, come down, I will catch you."

"No need." Niao Niao landed firmly on the ground and looked at this mine that was obviously different from the previous one.

The surroundings of the mine were reinforced with wood, and the wood was covered with spider webs, which seemed to have been made during the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

"Lord Buddha, there is no way back."

"Go forward." Zhang Qishan held a flashlight to clear the way.

Walking to a corner, the sound of babbling came to the ears of several people. It may be that the distance is far and the sound cannot be clearly heard.

"Why do I feel that the sound of this drama sounds familiar?" Master Ba stood there and tilted his head in confusion.

The people in front didn't care, and their figures quickly walked away. Ba Ye hurriedly caught up and shouted at the backs of several people: "Wait for me!"

The further inside you go, the clearer the sounds of the drama become. Especially in places with many coffins, it is even more obvious.

"This seems to be the second master's voice. No, it's the first time the second master sang on stage."

"Eighth Master, you mean... the Second Master is singing in there?" The adjutant crossed a coffin pit and tried hard to see clearly what was inside.

"No..." Master Ba opened his mouth to say something, but his eyes didn't know what he saw. He screamed and hid behind Zhang Qishan.

"Adjutant, protect the fortune teller. I'll go in and have a look."

"Lord Buddha..." The adjutant wanted to refuse, but Zhang Qishan stopped him.

Niao touched his eyebrows, walked to the adjutant and comforted him: "Don't worry, I will protect Lord Buddha."

[After all, I am a member of my brother’s family. If anything happens, I will take it on my behalf. 】

The adjutant couldn't believe how she had the courage to say the words to protect Buddha.

"My house looks nice." He jumped onto the empty pit where her coffin was originally placed.

"Do you have any impression of this?" Zhang Qishan looked around, hoping to find something.

[What impression? Don't tell me that I was moved out as soon as I arrived. Even if I were here all the time, I couldn't get out of the coffin and make any impression. 】

"Yes, it feels very familiar."

Perhaps out of fear that something might happen to Zhang Qishan, the adjutant and the eighth master followed him in.

When he came in, Ba Ye was like a curious baby, wandering around.

"what is this?"

He reached out curiously and touched it. "Don't!" Zhang Qishan realized something was wrong and quickly blocked the exit.

But his voice was still a step slower. When Master Ba's hand touched those white nets, blue flame-like moths flew toward his face.

The moths around the hole seemed to be awakened, swarming in from all directions.

Zhang Qishan nervously took out his gun, jumped onto the coffin pit, slid to his knees to avoid the incoming blue moths, and fired to rescue Ba Ye.

But there were too many moths, flying around like flowing water without a source.

He had no choice but to take out his dagger and pull out Ba Ye from the moths.

"Take him first." He threw Ba Ye to the adjutant and said seriously: "This is an order!"

Seeing that the adjutant was still a little hesitant, he waved the young master in his hand, walked to him, and pushed him and Ba Ye out.

With a 'pop', the stone door closed.

Zhang Qishan waved the torch as hard as he could, hoping to eliminate all the moths in front of him.

The smell of burnt feathers filled the air, and moth carcasses were scattered across the ground.

"Lord Buddha, let's go quickly." He cut his palm open, pulled apart the black hair on the white net, and took out the copper inside.

[I don’t know if my blood is still useful. I don't feel any discomfort at the moment, so let's leave first. 】

She pulled Zhang Qishan, and the two of them worked together to push open the stone door. The adjutant and Ba Ye outside quickly supported the two of them and hurried to the exit of the mine.

As soon as I got out of the tomb, I saw the body of the old man who was leading the way.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen men in black came down from the hillside not far away, shooting at them with guns.

My head felt dizzy, and my body went limp. Zhang Qishan immediately helped her avoid the attack.

【Why are you dizzy? Isn't it anemia? But if the blood that was spilled before was more than twice as much as now, it would be fine! Could it be...]

The adjutant dodges, and with the help of a car containing sacks, he successfully counterattacks and kills the man holding the machine gun.

"Go to the second master's house." Zhang Qishan glanced at the corpse on the ground indifferently, picked up the unconscious Niao Niao, his voice was rare and panicked.

红府

"You took her to the mine?" Er Erhong looked a little angry.

"Second Master, don't be angry first. Master Fo also wants to find out the truth of the matter." Eighth Master quickly explained.

How could he not be angry? This girl looked no older than a girl. There was an ancient tomb in the mine! Besides, she said before that she has medicine that can cure the girl!

Er Erhong took a deep breath and rushed out to give instructions: "Prepare tweezers, hot water, and realgar wine."

On the chair, Niao Niao's face was pale with his hands and feet bound, and the sweat from his forehead wet his hair and stuck tightly to his scalp.

The whole person was curled up, as if enduring great pain.

She subconsciously wanted to bite her lip, but her mouth was filled with a wrist.

"Second Master, why do I feel that something is wrong with her?" Master Ba held down her rebellious hand, a little puzzled.

The palm of one of the hands tied to the chair was still bleeding, and there seemed to be hairs crawling around the wound.

They are eager to burrow into the flesh, but are a little afraid, so they can only burrow into the skin without blood first.

Half in the skin, half tentatively trying to get into the bleeding wound.

These hairs seem to be sentient, making them look creepy.

"Her physique... seems to be more sensitive to pain than ordinary people. As to what extent, there is no way to explore."

Er Erhong disinfected the tweezers with alcohol, squatted down and said, "Hold her down."

The hand holding the tweezers quickly pinched the hair that was still twisting in the palm of the hand and pulled it out with force.

The pain, as if someone had forcibly cut off the finger, swept through the whole body. The black hair seemed to be alive, tightly grasping the flesh and blood inside.