Until now, He Lanlan still did not forget to plot against Mo Qingcheng. The quota of Xinhai Group is quite precious. Just because of the fact that the genetic agent of Xinhai Group can be obtained, there is a good reason to kill people for it.

She licked her lips, held the invitation in her hand tightly, followed closely behind Bai Mo and the others, and walked towards the entrance of the village.

...

White candlelight rose and the flames swayed, illuminating the cold and dark room.

The sound of the chain dragging sounded, and a figure slowly walked into the room. What was strange was that the chain was clearly dragging on the ground, but as he stepped into the room, the loud noise disappeared.

The man was naked on his upper body, with wounds of all sizes, most of which had scabbed. However, as he walked this time, the small thorns on the chain moved, causing him to have some fine wounds on his body again.

But he seemed to have not realized it, and sat directly on the ground, his eyes were clearly blocked by cloth, but he seemed to be able to see things, connecting the broken strings on the green guqin one by one.

He moved very slowly and it took him a long time to get the strings together.

With a gentle tweak, the strings pounded.

Still no sound was made.

He didn't move, as if he suddenly noticed the dust wiped off the edge of the base and the row of black small characters on the base.

The handwriting was familiar but unfamiliar. It took too long for him to forget who wrote this line of words-

Oh, it turns out I wrote it.

He smiled silently, wiped off the remaining dust, revealed another line of words, and stared at the base for a long time.

"The lonely mountain does not speak at night and does not chant..."

The candlelight jumped, and the man plucked the strings again. Between the light and darkness, another line of words on the base appeared and appeared.

"Who do I listen to the piano?"
Chapter completed!