The Plow

Almost without any hesitation, Ling Shu pushed Yue Dingtang away, blocked him with his body, turned around and kicked out very quickly, missed the sharp ax by a hair, and kicked out the gray hair in the end.

The other party let out a cry of pain, and fell back heavily, Ling Shu naturally couldn't let him go, and was about to go up to cut the weeds and roots, but someone hugged him around the waist to stop him!

"stop!"

There was Yue Dingtang's voice next to his ear, but Ling Shu turned his head and glanced out of the corner of his eye, only to see gray hair.

He was startled, subconsciously struggled violently, the gray hair couldn't hold him down for a while, so he let go, Ling Shu was about to fight back, but saw that the person behind him was still Yue Dingtang, where was the gray hair?

He turned around abruptly to look at the person who had just been kicked down by him.

It wasn't gray hair either, it was Yang Chunhe.

How could the girl stand up to his feet, she just lay on the ground, clutching her stomach and moaning in pain.

Ling Shu took a closer look, and it was still Yue Dingtang and Yang Chunming who didn't have gray hair at all.

But he took two steps back, but this time he didn't dare to believe it anymore.

"Lingshu, what's wrong with you!"

Raising his eyes was Yue Dingtang's eager expression, which was faintly visible under the kerosene lamp, and his tone was not fake.

Ling Shu shook his head and raised his hand to stop him from coming.

"You let me think about it. Did we just capture the leader as a hostage?"

"good."

"Where is he now?"

"We were dragged into the water by a water snake when we crossed the black water pool, and we narrowly escaped death."

wrong.

Ling Shu pursed his lips. The fake leader obviously followed them through the pool, and suddenly went crazy when he was revealing his identity. He wanted to run all the way back, and then he was knocked out by them. How did he become dragged into the water by a snake? up?

Is my memory wrong, or is Yue Dingtang lying?

Yue Dingtang will not lie to him, unless the one in front of him is not the real Yue Dingtang.

For others, facing this situation, they might be on the verge of collapse, but Ling Shu can still think calmly.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, his heart beat faster, and he felt a little faintly, but it was a mess, and it was difficult to clear the fog.

It seems that the back is facing the cliff, although you can't turn around to see it, you can detect danger, out of biological instinct.

But now, where exactly is the danger?

Is it Yue Dingtang, Yang Chunhe, or himself?

"Old Yue, my memory of that fake leader is different from yours, let's be right."

"it is good."

"My sister's name, do you know?"

"Ling Yao."

"How did we meet?"

"Because of the investigation, you are the number one suspect in the Yuan mansion case. I will accompany Smith to the dance hall to find you."

"No, that was our reunion, I mean the first time we met."

"A middle school classmate, isn't it?"

There is no mistake up to here, Ling Shu hummed, and asked again after thinking about it.

"Have you found the golden pagoda?"

"found it."

"where?"

"I later took it to a pawn shop for my second brother."

wrong.

That golden pagoda was robbed by Ivanov a long time ago. I don’t know where it was left in the northeast land. It has not been found so far. How could it be brought back by Yue Dingtang?

Even if Yue Dingtang brought it back, he would not rashly hand over such an important treasure to the second brother of the Yue family, let alone sell it to a pawn shop.

"You're lying, you're not him!"

Ling Shu said sharply, and quickly reached out to grab the opponent, as fast as lightning!

Yue Dingtang smirked twice, and suddenly disappeared in front of him, leaving Ling Shu abruptly in the air.

What about people? !

Ling Shu subconsciously looked towards the ground.

Yang Chunhe, who was still rolling just now, disappeared at some point. At the same time, a light source came from behind, but the warehouse was completely dark. Only the kerosene lamp in his hand was still shining precariously.

Is all this a dream or reality?

Ling Shu pinched his arm hard, it would hurt.

That's reality?

But it's not right either.

He picked up the lamp, rolled up his sleeves, and there was no red mark where he pinched it just now.

Another pinch.

It still hurts, but it doesn't leave a mark.

What's happening here?

"Yue Dingtang! Old Yue! Yang Chunhe!"

Regardless of whether he would be heard or not, he yelled loudly.

No one answered him, only empty echoes.

Ling Shu closed his eyes and opened them again.

It's still the world here.

The only answer seems to be to follow the light source.

If it is a fierce enemy or a ghost, maybe he can still be calm at this moment, but what he is facing is illusory, and he does not know where reality and illusion are, who he is and where he is. Become an enemy, true and false, completely indistinguishable.

A trace of anxiety could not help but appear in the depths of his heart, like a kitten scratching its claws, shaking his whole heart uneasy.

If there is still a falsehood behind the light source, how can he get out of this world?

Suddenly a figure flashed by the door.

The other party stopped for a moment, then turned to look at him.

It's Yue Dingtang!

Ling Shu slowed down instead, not daring to catch up hastily.

"Aren't you chasing?"

A voice suddenly came from behind.

Ling Shu turned around abruptly.

The gray-haired man was standing not far away from him, with his hands behind his back, and he was sympathetic.

"You trapped me here?" Ling Shu narrowed his eyes.

The gray-haired man sneered: "It's not that you're sleepy, you ran in here by yourself! Didn't the Azure Dragon Society invite a few of you, but you fell into the trap yourself? Who can blame this? Whether I can go out now is all up to me."

Ling Shu: "What do you want?"

Gray hair: "You should be lucky, you still have some value, so I won't kill you, I want you to be my sacrifice willingly."

Ling Shu: "Old man, have you learned too much sorcery and ruined your own brain? Look at me now, it's fine if I don't strangle you to death, and I will be your sacrifice?"

The gray hair didn't take it seriously: "You are trapped by me now, as long as you complete the last step, you will be a more perfect sacrifice than Feng Zhenzhu. I like your face very much. After I cut off your head , I will completely peel off your face and make it into a mask to admire every day."

Ling Shu didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore, he grabbed the kerosene lamp in his hand, ready to go, ready to strike.

But the gray hair didn't seem to be aware of his intentions, and continued to speak.

"Do you know why you are always led by the nose by me? Because since the time you were hypnotized, I have given you several hints, and as long as you see the things I hinted at later, you will It will trigger a new hint, one after another, and you will never be able to get out."

When Ling Shu threw the kerosene lamp out, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, did Miss Feng San also die under the delusion that she couldn't get out because of this?

The lamp fell to the ground and shattered, and the others kicked it out too, but it was in vain.

The gray hair was gone.

Even Ling Shu, who is psychologically strong, couldn't help but have a crazy breakdown.

When is this the end!

Turning around, the light source behind him is still there.

It is bright, like countless lights there, more like a huge snake fruit, tempting people to come forward to pick it.

Because of this, Ling Shu didn't dare to chase after him easily.

"Do you want to know what is the key to breaking the hint? It is the person you care about most."

"As long as you kill him, all the obstacles will be automatically lifted."

"The knife is in your hand, you have to choose by yourself."

The gray-haired voice suddenly sounded, with compassion and deliberation, but it couldn't hide the sinisterness in it.

Ling Shu sneered.

He didn't cover his ears, nor did he hesitate.

These words strengthened his footsteps, prompting him to stride towards the light source.

Turning the corner at the door, there was noise in front.

It was another scene.

Ling Shu not only saw Yue Dingtang, but also Yang Chunhe, as well as the false leader surnamed Ying.

Ying Huishou stood behind Yang Chunhe, timidly, poking his head.

Yue Dingtang pointed his gun at them.

Yang Chunhe had a complicated expression.