Urban Horror House

at this time.

The elders of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association were all ready to watch the play, but Chen Sixian didn't let them succeed.

I saw Chen Sixian shook his head, and said calmly to Tianxiong, "I won't fight with you, you go and arrest people first, after all, the task is the most important, after you complete the task, it won't be too late to come to me again."

"You haven't officially joined the organization yet, why, want to order me?"

Tianxiong's eyes fixed on Chen Sixian, and the smile on his face was a little cold when he spoke.

"I'm just suggesting." Chen Sixian said.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you don't do it, then I will do it myself, offended!"

Tianxiong let out a low cry, and circulated the strength in his body, and he was about to make a move.

The next moment, Tianxiong's expression changed.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

A handsome little boy, like a ghost, suddenly came over and punched him lightly.

"What kind of boxing is this?"

Tianxiong was startled by the boxing technique the little boy punched.

This punch was not fast, like cotton, but there were countless afterimages around the fist, as if dozens of fists were attacking at the same time, attacking and killing him!

Even in his eyes, he couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake for a moment!
"It's broken, this little boy is a master!"

Tianxiong took a sharp breath, and transferred all his strength to his legs. The muscle strength was pushed to the extreme, and his legs flicked on the ground, and he retreated suddenly.

The fist that was about to hit Tianxiong's face was useless.

"Escaped!"

Tianxiong was overjoyed, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

But out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the old man from the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association. The way these people looked at him seemed a little strange.

"What's going on? I'm clearly out of the range of that little boy's attack! It's impossible for him to catch up with me at his current speed, but the eyes of these people are clearly..."

Before Tianxiong thought about it, a fist hit his back.

This fist didn't attack him, it just pressed against his spine, even though it didn't make a move, Tianxiong couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Because behind him, he felt an extremely dangerous aura!

Tianxiong turned his head to look, and saw the Minotaur looking at him, seeing Tianxiong coming and going, he grinned at him.

"Two masters!"

Now that Tianxiong had been involved, he finally knew that he might really be unable to fight Chen Sixian.

Not to mention Chen Sixian's illusion, just this little boy and the Minotaur, he couldn't even deal with the two of them attacking together!

This haunted house is really not easy!
He was shocked!

"You two fight one, what kind of heroes are you!"

Tianxiong frowned, looked at Chen Sixian, and refused to admit defeat.

"I am the owner of this haunted house. They are my employees and my friends, but my identity has never been related to being a hero." Chen Sixian said flatly.

Tianxiong took a deep breath, and was about to strike again.

But the little boy had already come in front of him, and the Minotaur behind Tianxiong didn't put down his fist either, which made the thoughts in Tianxiong's mind just thoughts!

However, in front of so many people, he couldn't lose face.

Tianxiong's eyes flickered with a stern look, and he said to Chen Sixian: "Okay, you are amazing, when you have no friends around, I will fight you one-on-one!"

Chen Sixian ignored his words, and still said calmly: "The man is still inside, you should go and have a look quickly, don't let him become crazy inside."

With Doug Iger's report, he naturally knew how much torture Sun Zhiwei had suffered there.

What is the current state of Sun Zhiwei, except for Yu Ji and others in the ruined temple, only he knows.

I hope that Tianxiong won't be startled when the time comes.

"I see, Boss Chen!"

After Tianxiong gritted his teeth and said a few words, in the eyes of many old people, he got up and walked to the front of the ruined temple, and stretched out his hand to push open the gate.

There was a creaking sound.

The thick and crumbling door of the ruined temple was finally pushed open, making a series of piercing noises.

The elders of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association cast their gazes at the same time.

Chen Sixian also looked there, but before looking there, the corners of his mouth were more playful.

The Minotaur didn't care about it, but the little boy took a look at Chen Sixian before turning his attention to the ruined temple.

I saw a man kneeling in the ruined temple with his back to the crowd, his body trembling constantly.

Besides Sun Zhiwei, who else could this person be?

Tianxiong frowned, and thought that this person was more or less a consultant of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association. He was also a master who had practiced martial arts for many years, and his psychological quality should be quite good. How could he be so scared by a haunted house?

Not to mention that it is almost impossible for real ghosts to appear in this haunted house, even if there are real ghosts, this is not the case!

What an embarrassment to those who practice martial arts!

"Useless!"

Tianxiong made a definition for Sun Zhiwei in his heart, walked in front of Sun Zhiwei, and when he saw the latter's face, he was immediately confused.

Tianxiong's eyes were wide open, as if they were about to fly out of their sockets.

At this time, Sun Zhiwei was no longer the handsome old man in a suit and leather shoes with a yuppie demeanor, but a seriously ill patient with droopy eyes, dark circles and bloodshot eyes, who hadn't slept for days and nights!
Tianxiong just found it inconceivable.

It is only a few ten minutes, less than an hour before Shen Pingqiu closes the live broadcast room.

An old man who still has the demeanor of a master has turned into this look like a mentally ill patient!
What happened to Sun Zhiwei?Why did it become like this?

At this time, Tianxiong remembered what Chen Sixian said before he came over, he suddenly raised his head, and met Chen Sixian's eyes.

I saw that Chen Sixian still had a faint smile on his face, as if he was a peacemaker who was used to small business and hoped to make friends with everyone.

But at this moment, Tianxiong felt a creepy feeling!
Chen Sixian must have done something!
Otherwise, how could Sun Zhiwei become like this?
And looking at the appearance of those martial arts masters, it seems that they don't know anything. The puzzled and puzzled expressions on their faces don't seem to be faked.

Even if it was disguised, with these old and immortal garbage acting skills, it is absolutely impossible to hide from his sharp eyes!
As he could tell at a glance, Chen Sixian definitely knew about this matter, and was even the mastermind behind this matter!
Tianxiong withdrew his gaze and scanned around the haunted house.

I saw the originally miraculous Qinglong Yanyue Knife lying on the ground again, with rust spots all over its body.

The cyan dragon that had been alive before was like a group of turquoise iron bumps, piled together, and it was impossible to see what it looked like.

The surrounding scenery is the same as in the live broadcast, very dilapidated, with cobwebs hanging everywhere, and ruined walls.

"From this point of view, this ruined temple doesn't seem to be as magical as shown in the live broadcast room, it's just average."

Even though he thought so, Tianxiong always felt that someone was watching him secretly!
And that person is not far from him!
"Let me feel it carefully!"

Tianxiong turned around, and like Sun Zhiwei, also turned his back to Chen Sixian and the others, and carefully felt the surroundings with his ears.

There was the sound of the wind, Sun Zhiwei's heartbeat, and his low growl as if his vocal cords were being torn.

Even the heartbeats and breathing sounds of Chen Sixian, Qin Ge and others did not escape Sun Zhiwei's ears at all.

As for the little boy and the Minotaur, they also had slow heartbeats. Like martial arts masters like Qin Ge, they were obviously the sons of Lianjia who had practiced for many years.

What surprised him was that apart from these people, there was no breathing or heartbeat!
But why does the feeling of thorns on the back still exist?
"No, I have to leave now!"

Opening his eyes suddenly, Tianxiong felt the feeling of being stared at more and more intensely.

For a moment, Tianxiong was afraid to look directly at everything in the haunted house.

He just wants to leave!