The mourning dog walked up to him, put his hands in his sleeves, stretched out his hands and put on a sheepskin coat, and he looked like an uncle in his early forties.

He squatted next to Xu Tong and said: "Let's cooperate. You should be a newcomer who has just completed the novice mission. If you cooperate with me, our probability of survival will be higher."

Xu Tong did not answer Mangou, but asked: "What happened last night??"

"I don't know, it's a bit evil!"

As Sanggou said this, he pulled up his sheepskin coat and exposed a slit for Xu Tong to see. Under the clothes, he saw a brand new wound, spreading from Sanggou's shoulder to his chest.

"Last night, that old guy went crazy. I almost got fucked to death by him."

"But I heard that the farm director is already sixty years old!" Xu Tong couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw the wound of the missing dog.

He didn't know how strong Sangou was, but such an injury was definitely not something a sixty-year-old man could inflict.

"So Xiehu, the old man looked like a little superman before he died. He had a gold dagger in his hand and almost opened me up."

Speaking of what happened last night, Sangou's face was full of depression, and now he is still scared when he thinks about it.

"Golden Dagger!!"

Xu Tong was keenly aware of the important information revealed in Sangou's words, and was about to ask for more clarity.

Not far away, a group of young people walked towards this side. Sangou glanced at it and couldn't help but sneered: "You are in trouble!"
Chapter completed!