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Shi Mu's heart beat violently, followed by an indescribable suffocation.

Shi Mu frowned tightly, his eyelids moved, he didn't know who should close or open his eyes, like someone who was about to wake up from a dream.

Sleeping in a terrible dream and not being able to survive.

For unknown reasons, Hua Rong, who was connected with Shi Mu's mind, immediately felt a strong fear that did not belong to her, and then felt nauseated to dizzy.

Huarong held Shi Mu's hand tightly and pulled him out of such a vortex of dark emotions, and nervously asked Shi Mu if he was okay.

Shi Mu opened his eyes, waited for a long time, swallowed subconsciously after rolling his throat, and said, "It's nothing, it doesn't matter, it's just...that person is dead."

Shi Mu frowned, obviously not wanting to say more.

Although he said it was irrelevant, Shi Mu still seemed to have lingering fears.

Huarong saw it, but didn't ask much, just holding Shi Mu's hand, feeling the sweat from his palm, and seeping into his skin, like water and milk blending together.

After all, he knew from the first time they met that what he was holding in his hand was a pure and extreme immortal, stunning and domineering, and arousing people's pity.

The touch of fingertips also made Shi Mu calm down a lot.

"Hey! Why stop there! Why don't you hurry up!!"

Looking back, I saw the two bumpkins stopped there without saying a word, and the guard of the Yi nationality who led the way urged in a bad tone.

"Let's go first."

Shi Mufan grabbed Huarong and slowly walked behind the guard, walking anyway.

The guard snorted coldly and didn't say any more. Anyway, in his opinion, it was just the dying struggle of two dead people.

"That tone doesn't sound like it's meant for a guest."

Relying on the fact that the guards couldn't hear the voice transmission between the two, Hua Rong directly expressed her doubts.

This is indeed the case. Those who have capital to come to the casino, even if they have no power or power, still have some money, not to mention that Huarong Shimu seems to be the type of person who is either rich or expensive, and this kind of person just leaks through his fingers A little thing is enough for them to enjoy for a long time.

As a guard, not to mention being respectful, but it is not impossible to lower your attitude.

But this person is not even willing to give him a good face, which is really unusual.

"It's not that unbelievable. The person I saw just now died here. Maybe in their eyes, the two of us are similar to that person." After Shi Mu finished speaking, his eyelashes trembled again, obviously It reminded me of something not so good.

But what Shi Mu said was indeed true.

"Where do you think the problem is?" Shi Mu continued, suddenly remembering Huarong's action of looking at the entrance just now, he thought of something for a moment and stopped talking.

"It's a question of entrance."

Huarong's answer just confirmed Shi Mu's little thought.

Neither he nor Huarong acted strangely, and it was impossible for the gambler to see what token they were holding. As for any secret signal, the possibility was very slim.

It can't be that the guards don't respond at all, let the visitors catch up with the code by themselves.

Thinking about the way here, it may only be a problem of entrance.

Maybe all the people who come in from that entrance are already regarded as intruders, that's why the guards lead the two of them along this road without asking any questions, so that people can relax their vigilance first, but they don't know the destination It was a bloody cell.

Really good calculation!

When you think about it along these lines, it's actually not that hard to believe.

Whether it's the entrance on the ground or the stone path leading to the corridor, they all look so crude that they wish they hadn't seen the light for hundreds of years. If they looked at it before, it seems like an illusion deliberately played up to deceive people's eyes and ears.

But this idea does not stand up to scrutiny.

If you want to deceive people, it is almost enough to set up a dusty entrance. After all, there are few people coming to this place. Do you notice any entrances on the dusty ground?

As for the rest of the people who can find a place to come in, except for the enemy and a few who are really lucky, isn't the rest what Qin Jin wants?

As long as you manage it deliberately, this kind of network of people with a little bit of ability who came from all over the world will just fit Qin Jin's ruthless and ambitious temperament.

That being the case, given Qin Jin's wealth, he shouldn't be stingy with the decoration of such a stone path. For him who wants to buy people's hearts, naturally the richer the better.

How many people can not be tempted by the prosperity and wealth that is at their fingertips?

And a gloomy and moss-spreading stone path obviously has nothing to do with the word rich.

This is totally unreasonable, but it's a pity that Huarong Shimu didn't realize it at all when he came.

Thinking of this, I would like to thank the two chattering gamblers.

The two looked at each other, needless to say, the similar experience allowed them to understand, and they guessed Qin Jin's intention of setting up this entrance.

Naturally, they all thought of how to solve this situation.

The simple and rude idea of ​​knocking down the guards and going in directly comes from Hua Rong.

As for Shi Mu, this mighty immortal always shows some weird and evil tastes, such as now...

There has to be some...beauty in everything you do.

This is Shi Mu's idea.

So after Shi Mu forcefully denied Huarong's approach, he called the guard to stop quickly, and at the same time the guard turned his head, he did two things at the same time—disguise the two of them, and hypnotized the guard by the way.

The guard, who was still impatient just now, immediately became distracted, as if he would remain indifferent no matter what happened.

The guard stood still, motionless until Shi Mu gave orders.

Shi Mu smiled.

Although the process is not as simple and rough as Hua Rong thought, the result is still the same.And Hua Rong had to admit that this was indeed more convenient.It's just that a young man who is used to being hunted after beating and killing is not as particular as a fairy who has leisure and leisure.

But people will always change, little by little, becoming like the people around them.

Just like Huarong accommodates Shi Mu, one day, Huarong will get used to Shi Mu's way of doing things, and become familiar with everything about this person...

The guard continued to lead the two people forward, but the destination changed silently.

After passing through a confusing long corridor, he walked into the same stone path as when he came.But this time the stone path is no longer covered with moss, but with large areas of dark red, deep into the crevices of the stone, and even weeds have nowhere to live.

It is dark red with a rusty smell because it has begun to crack after a long time. If there is a slight disturbance, it will peel off piece by piece, and finally shattered in the soil, still exuding a faint fishy smell.

Shi Mu frowned and asked the guard to change the way, but the guard who was obedient to his words stood still, only staring straight at the way ahead.

Obviously there is no other way to go.

Shi Mu sighed and could only bite the bullet and walk on.

The draft wind in the stone path blows a thicker and more stinky breath onto people's faces, bringing a disgusting stickiness.

Shi Mu wiped his face, only to feel that the stickiness spread to his hands and stained his whole body.

Shi Mu's face became increasingly ugly.

On the other hand, Huarong, as if nothing happened, her complexion remained unchanged.

It's just that Huarong finally felt it, and it showed that he still turned slightly sideways to block Shi Mu.

Cells appeared on both sides of the stone path, and the black iron cages were stuck in the recessed walls.In the dim light, accompanied by the faint sound of breathing, there was also the sound of iron locks colliding in the cage.

Going deep, the blood became brighter, obviously not long after splashing.

Someone laughed in the cage, so sharp that it twisted.

The last cell was wide open, and it was unknown if someone had just entered it, or if someone had narrowly escaped death.

Clean and tidy men stood in front of the bloody prisoners, with rows of instruments of torture beside them.

It seems the fact is the former.

The man squeezed out a Jie Jie laugh from between his teeth, but it was not like ordinary people's low-pitched laughter.

The moment his eyes touched the prisoner, Shi Mu looked away.

But the bloody and filthy scene still lingered in front of my eyes——

The prisoner was covered in cuts and bruises, especially at that place...it was like a piece of flesh.

The prisoner was so painful that he couldn't even groan, only the rising and falling chest proved that the man was still alive.

It's just that death is not far away.

Prisoners don't notice people, much less the crazy-looking "men" who turn their backs on them.

——This is the eunuch.

In the end there is obsession, or paranoia.

Or money, or beauty, and more, or - hate.

I hate those people who are luxurious, talk and laugh, and hate them the most, because they can kiss me and me with women.

In the dark underground, the hatred will be even more stimulated, eroding the heart that is not upright, from the blood to the bones...

Then paranoid and crazy.

What Shi Mu saw just now was almost such a scene.

The only difference is that that person is already dead, while this person, with a deep death in his eyes, is still lingering - life is better than death.

Shi Mu couldn't bear it, but was held down by Huarong.

No one can casually decide the life and death of a stranger, let alone that person is not humble enough to ask others to kill him.

Furthermore, he didn't want Shi Mu's hands to be stained with blood.

Shi Mu should be pure, high above and not disturbing the dust, not like him, buried deep in the abyss of hatred and death.

Shi Mu shook hands, his eyes struggling, but he quietly eased the prisoner's pain, even though he knew that there were no good people in this casino.

But this is the immortal, this is Shi Mu, with no dust in his eyes, but compassionate.

If he was really a cold-blooded and ruthless person, probably... what happened today would not have happened.

The moment Shi Mu cast the spell, Huarong felt it.

Huarong smiled and thought: Maybe it is because he has seen through Shi Mu's point that he felt the threat in his throat when he first met, but said "You will not" to the fairy who pointed his sword at him .

More and more, he finds that Shi Mu has all the beautiful things that he doesn't have but can't help but yearn for.

Can't help but yearn for this...

……

After Shi Mu cast the spell, he turned his back as if nothing happened, and then saw Huarong in a daze.

Shi Mu was overjoyed, thinking that Huarong didn't find anything.

I don't know if it's because of the tacit understanding accumulated by the two of them for a long time together, or because of the inexplicable tacit understanding brought by the sound transmission, in short, Shi Mu happened to recall the same scene...

At that time, Shi Mu felt that this was the spirit of youth.

But Huarong, she was never a teenager.

It wasn't that he had been vaguely aware of it before, from the moment Huarong pressed his hand, Shi Mu really discovered——

Hua Rong has a rationality beyond ordinary people, and also has her own set of criteria for judging right from wrong, black and white, which is the calmness of an adult.

But instead of letting him be forced to mature by everything, Shi Mu wished that he would always be a teenager.

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