My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

Only one or two souls were left in the team of seven people. No one was willing to step forward to find out when he heard the sound. Ah Song's feet took root and he was firmly pinned to the ground. Now he just wants to go home and sell everything. Go hire the best doctor in the market instead of panicking in this treacherous place.

Just as he was hesitating, a person who charged forward appeared in the team of broken jars and broken pieces.Yan Zhou's face was carefree, his steps were steady, he walked a few steps following the sound, and turned into an alley.

Xue Huan leaned over to chase after him, but he had no choice but to hang an oil bottle on his arm, and brought the rest of them there with sweat on his face.

At the entrance of the alley, Yan Zhou looked at everything in front of him nonchalantly.

The quarrel came from here. A woman supported an old lady, arguing with the man in front of her. The woman's eyes were full of tears, her voice was hoarse, and her frowning showed her pain. The old man beside her The wife bowed her waist, her expression was full of sympathy, and tears were streaming down her face.

"If you don't want to continue to treat mother, I don't want you to worry about it. You just have to go by yourself. I can take care of mother by myself." It seems that the quarrel between the woman and the man lasted for a long time. As if he couldn't breathe after saying a word, he supported the old lady's waist with one hand and her shoulder with the other, keeping a certain distance from the man.

The man is not tall, but his face is very fierce. He spoke loudly, pointed at the woman's nose and cursed: "You don't know what to do, don't think I don't know about the shitty things you are doing outside, take me for you!" Is the money for this old man's medical treatment? You just went out and messed around, shameless bitch!"

A man in the line stared wide-eyed and covered his open mouth with folded hands. He looked at the men and women who were arguing, and a whine leaked from his fingers.

Ah Song turned to look at him suspiciously, and found that the man's eyes were bloodshot, and he shook his head vigorously towards the front, still murmuring indistinctly.

Yan Zhou looked deeply at the quarrel between the man and woman, and his eyes turned to the three of them. The man quarreled fiercely and aggressively. He scolded the woman in front of him to no avail. He used insulting words one after another, and although the woman also replied a few words, But she was obviously in a weak position, and there was an elderly lady beside her, so she couldn't move too much and had to be protected.

But something is wrong, Yan Zhou thought, the man turned his back to them, he always wanted to reach out to touch the woman, but when his fingertips were still a little away from the woman, the woman waved him away, and stepped back vigilantly After taking a few steps, he firmly supported the old lady's body. The old lady was like a fallen leaf hanging on a tree branch in the wind and rain, squeezed between the two of them, swaying, with a painful expression on her face, and the corners of her mouth were drawn down. .

"Today, I'm going to see how shameless a woman like you is." The man said fiercely, leaning forward.

The woman still backed away, sobbing and said: "You, don't do this, give me a chance, let me save my mother."

As if the man couldn't hear her begging for mercy, his momentum became more and more fierce, and the tiger roared: "Impossible, I must kill you today!"

Suddenly the man rushed up, threw himself on the woman, pulled her hair, pulled her clothes, punched and kicked her while making rude remarks; the woman was weak, and could only protect the old lady with her body while enduring the man's violence.

Ah Song couldn't bear to see such roughness, and didn't dare to step forward to stop him, dissatisfied with the man, he only said to himself: "How can there be such a man who beats such a weak woman, even the old lady. "

"That's right, that woman looks pretty good, she doesn't look like a villain, did this rough guy make a mistake?" Someone responded.

A man with thick brows and eyes made a deep snort, and said rudely: "I despise men who beat women the most. What's going on now, do you want to go up and kill him?"

Someone in the team objected: "Kill? No way, why kill someone."

"I can't watch it anymore."

"Look at that man beating that woman's face until it bleeds, what a beast!"

"Shall we go up and pull them away?"

The reckless man looked around and saw that there was no one moving, so he said in one voice: "I'm going, I have to teach that man to call him grandpa!"

As soon as he spoke, the man standing aside and covering his mouth finally collapsed. He first yelled, and the saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth, then ran straight over and hugged the beating man's head, holding it in his hands. He took out a short blade from somewhere and stabbed at the back of his neck.

The man who was stabbed struggled and stretched out his hand to scratch back, not knowing what to do, and always failing.

Xue Huan wanted to rush forward to stop him, but Yan Zhou grabbed his shoulders and said, "Don't go there."

Xue Huan suddenly turned back: "What?"

The reckless man choked on the sight in front of him, and muttered for a while: "Is this a real murder?!"

The man who rushed to kill him stabbed the fallen man on the back of the neck a few more times. The blood splashed on his browbones, his eyes, his cheeks, and stained his skirt.

Until the man who fell on the ground was silent, and lay motionless on the ground, the woman who was with him backed away awkwardly and let out a long breath.

After the short blade plunged in and out crazily, the man raised the knife and stood up, with tears streaming from his eyes, staggered in his steps, and shouted to the surrounding air like a madman: "I killed him, I killed him, I killed myself , I killed myself, I should be able to live..." He lowered his head and glanced at the woman, he didn't know who he was pitying, and said hoarsely: "I can live, it's agreed..."

The end of his words gradually disappeared, the hand holding the knife loosened its strength, and the short blade fell to the ground. Afterwards, he also fell to the ground, his eyes were still wide open, but he was not breathing.

Only then did Xue Huan wake up and said, "He's been controlled!"

But how is it controlled?

At this time, Xiang Jing could hear the sound of a needle being dropped, and the beaten woman helped the old lady walk away slowly without looking back, and she didn't even look at the two fallen corpses.

Ah Song's throat was blocked by a stone, and it took him a long time to clear the shocking images in his mind, close his mouth that couldn't be closed again, and regain his composure.

"Look," the steady young man in the team pointed to a golden light rising from the corpse.

The golden light wrapped the playing card in the man's hand, changing the words written on it twice before.

- Immediately is the gate of life and death, there is life only when there is death.

- You have to kill the man who looks exactly like you before you can get out of here.

The gold lettering flashed for a while, then disappeared.The two corpses lying on the ground turned into a puff of smoke after a while, leaving nothing but a pool of blood on the ground.

The reckless man was suspicious and confused: "There will be people who look exactly like us here? How many people are there, and who are they?"

After hearing this sentence, Yan Zhou had a solid idea in his heart. Since the reckless man said this, it means that the words that appear on the cards held by each of them are different every time. The method is also different.

Ah Song said nervously, "There are only six people left, and three died. Who will be next?"

He shouldn't believe in these unreal things, he should stay at home honestly, and be a responsible person in a down-to-earth manner, instead of running to make a wish in order not to suffer for a while, and in the end trap himself in the future The place of solution, hanging life and death above the head.

The young man who had remained calm all this time walked up to Yan Zhou and Xue Huan, revealed his old background, and said, "My lords, I think that if we want to get out of this place, we should get together." He handed the cards to them and said, "I wrote on it-" In the middle of speaking, he found that the words that were on the paper just now had long since lost their ink.

But it doesn't matter, he memorized the first two words.

"For the first time, the words written on the card are the same as the first sentence I saw just now, but the second time my card says that it is in this city, not just your team."

Ah Song hurriedly brought his head closer, and shouted anxiously, "It's also written on my card."

Xue Huan was thoughtful, "That is to say, the man and woman who appeared just now, an old lady, may not be a fantasy under this city? It may also be someone from another team."

Yan Zhou picks on the flaws in his words: "Do you think an old lady who is half buried in the loess will enter this kind of place?"

Ah Song said: "That's right, how could the old lady come in here, look at the old lady's appearance just now, she couldn't even walk steadily, how could she."

In this way, it is not known whether the scene just now is real or illusory.

Xue Huan thought about it carefully, and then quickly entered a dead end without a solution. After thinking about it for a while, he didn't know anything, and sighed: "Didn't anyone find out that they look the same just now?"

Ah Song intertwined his hands and explained: "Everyone has been occupied by fear since they came in, so why did they think so much all the time and didn't look carefully at their faces."

"It's not a matter of looking the same," Yan Zhou said: "It's written on his cards, no matter what happens next, as long as he meets someone who looks the same as him, he will do it in order to get out alive to kill."

Xue Huan stared at the pool of blood left on the ground, frowned, and said, "But why is he still dead?"

Not even the dead body.

That's right, that man had already followed the instructions on the card, but he ended up not only failing to get out alive, but also dead without a body.

"Look." Yan Zhou raised his eyebrows and raised his chin.

Everyone looked up following his gaze, and saw a red blood spell taking shape over the northwest corner.

One stroke at a time, the blood-red charm appeared in the sky above the northwest corner, and the horizontal and vertical curves contained a refreshing and weirdness. But above the spell, there was a gray sky, stirring the air over there, making it cloudy and cold.

Yan Zhou narrowed his eyes, then showed an inscrutable smile, and said, "Guess, which one is this?"

Such a blood-red charm appears in a special position, and the strokes are predetermined. The blood is fresh, and the charm is also fresh, so the mysterious technique behind it is also fresh.

From this point of view, those Taoist priests recruited some desperate people in the name of asking for wishes, not to fulfill those greedy wishes, they didn't care at all, what they wanted was a sacrifice of living people killing living people, and painting symbols with blood .

Xue Huan was very sensitive to these wicked heretics, he said: "We still have six people, plus another team that is unknown in this city, it means that we correspond to at least six other people, and we have to kill six times."

Ah Song didn't understand: "Why six times, not twelve?"

Xue Huan: "Because he needs someone to live draw the unfinished blood spell."

Yan Zhou stared at Xue Huan with great interest, and there was a sense of relief that he was not a fool in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised a little unconsciously.

Xue Huan noticed that he was looking at him, and when he saw his smile that was not a smile, he broke into a cold sweat and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"No, I didn't laugh." Yan Zhou denied.