"Dada~"

The sound of leather shoes came from a distance, and the noisy mental hospital instantly returned to quiet.

However, the silence lasted for only a moment, and the sound of running, shattering, etc. re-filled the entire hospital.

Many patients who heard the sound began to rush under the table and hid in the corner of the house at the edge of the house.

Although Wang Jinsan did not do this, his legs were constantly shaking.

That guy?

Wang Sanjin had an indescribable fear in his heart, but compared to the fear in his heart, his body seemed to have a serious fear of this sound.

The panic stopped quickly. When Zhang Riyue walked out of the end of the aisle, the whole world was quiet, and the patients were trembling in the corner, and no one dared to make a sound.

Behind him was a man and a woman, the tall and thin man, and the woman had a big yellow wave, her figure was delicate and stylish, and her bright red lips on her fair and delicate face were endlessly chilling and charming.

After walking to the elevator door, Zhang Riyue pressed the button to go upstairs, turned around and said to the woman:

"Doctor Liu, you actually came?"

"I can't escape, I'll see you sooner or later!"

The woman opened her lips and said, "She is in a smoke-sand voice, and her speech is like grinding gravel, with a seductive sound in her hoarseness.

"You can see clearly!"

Guo Zili mocked.

"Ding Dong!"

As the sound of the elevator opening sounded, the three of them stopped talking and entered the elevator one after another.

The numbers on the floors in the elevator range from the negative second floor to the eighth floor, and then the ninth floor sealed with tape.

"Thorn!"

Zhang Riyue directly tore off the tape sealed on it and pressed the buttons on the ninth floor. The buttons on the ninth floor that had not been on for many years lit up.

The elevator door slowly closed and began to rise!

Second floor!

Third floor!

~

Zhang Riyue's heart rate began to rise as the number of floors increased.

"You're scared!"

Guo Zili affirmed.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Zhang Riyue glanced at Guo Zili, whose breathing was obviously faster.

"Shut up!"

The catkins of willows are like cold smoke, and the sound of willows is as cold as water in a winter night. The two of them looked at each other and became quiet in an instant.

The floor continues to rise slowly!

Seventh floor!

Eighth Floor!

Ninth floor!

arrive!

The elevator door slowly opened, but all three of them seemed to be stationary, and none of them stepped into it first.

Until the elevator door was about to close, a woman's slender and slender hand stretched out to block the closing.

"Why don't you leave?"

Liu Yan's hoarse voice rang.

Zhang Riyue took a breath and walked into it.

Seeing someone going first, Guo Zili followed immediately.

And Liu Yan stayed at the end.

The ninth floor is dark all around it. There are no other patients here, there is only one person here - Dongfang Shanren!

At the end of the aisle was an iron door, which was locked from the outside, and Zhang Riyue took out a key from his coat.

There are only two keys in this iron door, one for him and the other for the nurse who delivers food to Dongfang Shanren every day.

When Dongfang Shanren came in four years ago, he was just a fourteen-year-old boy. All his parents died at his hands. No one knew what the reason was.

The reason why Dongfang Shanren came here was because he had very serious psychological distortion symptoms.

"Click!"

The big lock was opened!

Zhang Riyue opened the door, but there was still darkness in front of her!

"Bang!"

It was not until Liu Yan turned on the switch on the door that the light illuminated the entire room.

The room was very big, and a young man with an old clothes sat cross-legged on the bed in the middle of the house.

He closed his eyes tightly, his hair was scattered on his body, and his skin appeared an unhealthy white, and he seemed to have not been sunny for a long time.

Seeing Dongfang Shanren in front of him in a state of peace, the three of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Dongfang? Are you awake?"

Liu Yan deliberately pressed her hoarse voice to make it softer.

"I? You have lived well in the past few years!"

Dongfang Sun-in smiled, and he opened his eyes, with a look of madness, chaos and a hysterical look.

Invisible momentum and cold air entrenched on him.

It's over!

The three of them had this idea in their mind for a moment.

Before the three of them could escape, Dongfang Shanren raised his hand, and the invisible force moved the three of them to step forward involuntarily.

The door behind the three of them was closed instantly.

This closed ward seems to have become an independent world, and the world is filled with depression and helplessness in an instant!

"I~I~you~you~"

Guo Zili trembled as if he wanted to say something, but Dongfang Shanren did not give Guo Zili a chance at all. Suddenly a phantom flashed on his body, and the phantom opened a big mouth and swallowed Guo Zili half.

"It's delicious! I haven't tasted it for many years!"

Dongfang Shanren licked the corner of his mouth, and a hint of enjoyment appeared on his sickly face.

Guo Zili fell slowly to the ground.

Zhang Riyue shook aside and was even more powerful than Guo Zili before.

Liu Yan leaned against the wall and said tremblingly: "How could he get sick at this time?"

...

At such a tense moment, in the villa on the northern border of the desert in the distance.

Qin Chuming slapped the Erha he raised to the ground with a slap, and then the Erha who fell to the ground made a scream like a ghost crying and howling.

"Aoah~"

"Oh, it would be great if you were the brainless people in the world!"

Qin Chuming looked at Erha who was lying on the ground, then ignored it, and he opened the notebook in his hand casually.

There are dense notes on it, and Chen Feng’s Twenty-One Tomb is the most important line for Qin Chuming at present.

Only by eliminating the idea of ​​archaeology in the world can we slowly write down the myths fabricated by Qin Chuming.

Chen Feng, the notorious tomb robber of the Ming Dynasty, could barely be the ancestor of this tomb robber family.

Qin Chuming gently touched the notes in his hand, marked the place with Chen Feng's name on it, and then continued to flip.

"The seeds left over the past ten years have begun to sprout. This materialistic world has been rectified in my hands and feels like a mythical world!"

But lying is simple for a while. If you want to cheat for a long time, you have to put in some effort!

It should be noted that the bank of thousands of miles collapsed from an ant hole. Qin Chuming faced tens of millions of people. A little carelessness would cause cracks in his layout.

"The north, Dongfang Shanren and that old man are going to come out, I'll throw out the best four inheritances. You two took two, but it's so wasteful to just hold them and don't do things!"

Qin Chuming smiled softly, and then he turned a few more pages.

"And this knife book has been kept in your bad old man for nearly ten years. You didn't practice it, but instead gave it to others! You can do it too!"

The thick notes were flipping quickly in Qin Chuming's hands, and the situation in his heart became clearer and more meticulous.
Chapter completed!