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However, when Qin Jin retreated to Huanbo City, the vague aura that Hua Rong and Shi Mu felt just now disappeared in an instant.

The reason is obvious.

Surprised that Qin Jin was not as assertive and irritable as rumored, but cautious and suspicious, Hua Rong and Shi Mu also decided to pretend that they didn't know anything, and returned to Fengdu from Uncle Huan.

It's also good for Qin Jin to see what the casino he has painstakingly managed looks like now.

Both sides are trying to make a fuss in the dark, and it depends on who is impatient and tries to strike first!

As for patience, I am afraid that few people in this world can match Huarong.

……

From Asakusa to lush forests, from Kawasawa to mountain streams.

The further north you go, the more chilling any disturbance in the wild becomes.

Qin Jin and his party entered the forest gradually, and the forest was desolate and obscured the sky. It was supposed to be full of vitality, but it always gave people an inexplicable sense of desolation.

— This place cannot be lived for long.

The bearer quickened his pace.The sedan chair at the four corners moved to an increasingly dilapidated place, and it was inevitable that there would be a slight shake, and the four corner ornaments on the top collided more and more violently. Even the melody, which was originally crisp and melodious, became extremely noisy at this time.

Qin Jin's brows raised, obviously unbearable.

In the silence, there seemed to be monstrous anger overflowing from the sedan chair.

If the bearers felt it, they forcibly stopped their desire to run away, and endured the trembling of their legs, trying their best to lift the sedan chair smoothly.

The plaque on the gate of Fengdu city can already be seen from a distance, finally arrived.

The bearer tightened the remaining string in his head, and lowered the sedan chair to the ground.

One of the bearers fell down in front of the curtain and waited for Qin Jin to step on his back to get off the sedan chair.

Qin Jin opened the curtain.

"Hmph!" Qin Jin snorted coldly at the person lying on the ground, got off the sedan chair from the other side, and left calmly.

The other three bearers hurriedly followed, only that one was still lying on the ground.

A fluttering sentence floated from behind Qin Jin: "Go back wherever it came from," Qin Jin said, stepping harder, until the weeds on the ground were crushed until their juices flowed out, and said, "Don't be an example."

No one wants to know the deep meaning of the phrase "Don't make an example". Not everyone has a life-saving taste of Xichangchanggong's methods.

The bearer was so startled that he was sweating profusely, but he still didn't dare to move, until Qin Jin was far away before he fell to the ground.

How the hell did you find out!

……

A stone wall with intricate carvings is hidden among the weeds nearly two people high, painted with turquoise paint, which is not clear from a distance.Qin Jin walked forward along the stone wall, scratching the stone wall with his fingertips.

Qin Jin stopped suddenly.

Facing the stone wall, Qin Jin exerted force with her fingertips, and a depression appeared along the lines of the carvings on the originally tight-fitting stone wall.

I don't know what mechanism Qin Jin pressed.In an instant, the ground shook, and Qin Jin remained motionless in place, as if nothing had happened.But the strands of hair hanging behind his head from the crown still curled up in the air in a visible arc.

The entire surface of the stone wall that was pressed retreated, and with the movement of the stone wall, an entrance was opened on the ground, going deep into the ground.

This time it was silent.

Qin Jin walked down the stone steps to the ground, the three bearers followed Qin Jin down, Qin Jin pulled another mechanism, and the entrance to the stone path was closed again.

The stone road is brightly lit.

As if there was a draft, the torches hanging on the wall flickered, and the shadows of the four people swayed in an instant, like ghosts and monsters who couldn't help showing their figures in the dark.

Qin Jin glanced at the torch, thoughtfully.

There are murals painted on both sides of the stone road, which are nothing more than various myths and legends.What it conveys is just the meaning of "one person attains the Tao, and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven".

The colors of the murals are extremely gorgeous, except that the image of God is blurred, the rest of the details are vividly depicted, as if they could fly out of the painting.

On the road to immortality, all living beings are equal but insignificant all their lives.

The road was long and bumpy.

When the god in the painting finally ascended to the altar, this stone path will come to an end, as if to imply that passing through this stone path will lead to the legendary Nine Layers Palace.

The bearer pushed open the door.

What greeted them was not the imaginary nine-layered palace, nor the luxury and luxury in memory.

The traces of the battle are still engraved on the wall, and the force is so great that it even penetrates the wall, allowing people to see the soil layer behind the wall, where maggots are coming in through the gaps, climbing onto the mountain of corpses, and gnawing greedily.

Even though it was underground, after so many days, these corpses had already become unsmelly, and the smell of rot was unspeakable.

Qin Jin's face turned blue.

The bearer hastened to open the door just now, trying to let out some peculiar smell.

However it doesn't help.

Qin Jin's blue veins on the forehead and back of his hands suddenly popped up. He forced himself to suppress his anger, clenched his hands and opened them again, and so on.

Qin Jin finally walked forward.

Bypassing the mountain of corpses, he stepped into another sea of ​​blood.

He didn't give this scene even a single extra look, and remained calm and indifferent.

Until the end, Qin Jin walked into the room he used to receive guests.

It was surprisingly clean, without a trace of blood, as if it was connected to another world.

This is because - someone has been waiting for a long time.

Shi Mu sat on the table in the reception room, while Hua Rong stood aside.

The bird was not allowed to enter the casino again, and only wandered around Fengdu.

The room was large and empty, with the only door tightly closed, and both of them happened to be facing Qin Jin's direction.

Amidst the creaking sound, the bearer pushed open the door, and Qin Jin walked into the room.The door of the room was closed immediately, and the bearers were shut out. No matter what, they couldn't open this seemingly ordinary door.

Impatient voices and exclamations came through the door along with shouts into the room, Shi Mu knocked on the table with his fingertips, and the voices of several bearers were blocked outside the room.

Return to silence.

In this extreme, unspeakable silence, the space seemed to expand, and the room seemed to become vast and far away in an instant, and the two people at the table seemed to be sitting on an unreachable altar.

Qin Jin, on the other hand, was just a mistaken believer.

Psychological oppression began to spread around Qin Jin.

There were no guards around, no shadow guards on guard, not even a servant.Qin Jin was alone in the house, in a depressing atmosphere, facing two people.

One is Huarong, and the other is probably another person who made a big splash at the martial arts conference—Jiu Shimu.

It was so mysterious that even he, Qin Jin, couldn't find out who this person was, but after finding out his name, he knew that he was always inseparable from Huarong.

Unexpectedly, it is in this situation that the true face can be seen.

Qin Jin smiled.

Even so, he is not without leverage.

Excellent gamblers always keep their cards until the end.

The illusion-like oppression shattered in an instant.

Qin Jin's thoughts turned back and forth, but it happened within a few seconds.

The gap in the number of people did not bring pressure to Qin Jin, instead he acted relaxed and leisurely.

He just paced to the wall immediately, his soap boots making noises and rustling on the ground.

Qin Jin leaned against the wall with folded arms, watching what Huarong and Shi Mu would say.

Speaking of which, it was also the first time Huarong and Shi Mu saw Qin Jin face to face.

This alluring man with a pale face but bright red lips was beyond their imagination.

Every move of this person since he entered the house reveals a courage that does not match his appearance.

When some shadows fell, and where the light and shadow intersected, it seemed that a kind of almost morbid madness appeared on his face, making one's heart palpitate.

Contradictory and grotesque.

This is the true face of Master Xichang!

Before Huarong could speak, she unsheathed the sword in the umbrella.Accompanied by the sound of the metal front, a cold light flashed and reflected on Qin Jin's face, splitting the darkness covering his face.

The sudden light made Qin Jin squint his eyes, and then Huarong said slowly and clearly: "Immortal...is it really so attractive..."

Huarong stroked the sword in the umbrella, seeming to be questioning, but more like talking to herself, seeming puzzled, but also confirming something.

It was probably because Qin Jin's face in front of him reminded him that there is a group of people who are crazy about longevity, and they want to kill all the relatives of Hua Jiuqi—and Qin Jin was one of them.

Involuntarily, Huarong asked, he wanted to confirm what really caused Hua Jiuqi's death.

Even if he gradually realized the "reasonable" part of this reason.

Qin Jin didn't give an answer immediately, but instead squinted his eyes as if recalling, a ferocious and crazy darkness appeared on his face again.

Immediately, Qin Jin gave an answer.

A reasonable but unexpected answer to him.

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