Meng Busan stuffed the card with his red lips into his pocket.

"Don't forget to come to me."

He pinched "Student Wu"'s arm with interest, "I can give you a lot of useful things for you."

"Student Wu" trembled all over and hurriedly took several steps back.

He looked at Meng Busan in horror and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It's so scary!

After Meng Busan teased Brother Wu, he left with the snow-top coffee.

"Student Wu" ran faster, as if he wanted to grow wings under his ribs.

Meng Busan walked around the commercial area and came to the gate at the end of the west.

There are only two ways to leave this resort, one is to leave from the sea in a boat, and the other is the gate.

It's just this door...

Meng Busan looked up at the dark gate. It was as high as ten meters and looked extremely thick. There were walls more than ten meters high next to it.

This is not a resort, it is clearly a prison.

Such a door is locked, and it is an electronic lock. To leave here, you must first find the door card of the door. Then, it is best that the door can be opened automatically. Otherwise, he will also need a tool to open the door.

With such a wall and gate, when a typhoon comes, wouldn’t it be like catching a turtle in a jar, and would the typhoon make dumplings together?

After Meng Busan observed the door, he walked away openly.

On the way back to the accommodation area, he did not forget to tease a few boys.

Even so, until she returned to the room of the "Sea Forest" in the accommodation area, the faint gaze behind her, which was like a shadow, still did not disappear.

Meng Busan leaned against the door, pulled out the slender ladies pipe, stuffed the tobacco, and lightly burned it with a lighter.

He leaned against the door, naturally leisurely, slowly smoking a cigarette, waiting.

After a while, someone came to the door.

It was a man wearing a royal blue shirt and trousers, rolled up his sleeves to his forearm, and looked very gentle.

The man smiled and walked over step by step.

"Mother," he called warmly, "Why are you standing outside the door and not going in?"

Meng Busan held his cigarette holder and glanced at him, "The room card is gone."

The man: "Then I will accompany my mother to the service office to ask?"

Meng Busan pinched the cigarette pole with one hand, tilted his head and smiled, "No need, I'm waiting for someone to return the room card."

Man: "Hey?"

Meng Busan pinched the pipe and slowly stroked his lower lip with his mouthpiece.

The man stared at him, as if he didn't want to miss every word he said.

Meng Busan smiled and looked at the man with a look of "you understand", "That's a very interesting man, I'm waiting for him to come to the door."

The man choked.

Meng Busan handed the pipe that was still smoking to the man.

The man subconsciously raised his head back.

Meng Busan whispered: "Good son, don't do extra things."

The man let out a light breath and said with a smile: "How could it be? After all, I like my mother the most."

The man stretched out his hand to Meng Busan's hair, as if he wanted to help him take down some foreign object from his hair.

Meng Busan blinked and suddenly said, "Son, you're a little strange today."

The man's fingers froze.

Meng Busan looked at his face at the age and chuckled softly, "Just like your brother, you always do something inexplicable."

The man's eyes froze, "My brother? Shang Jia?"

Meng Busan smiled and held his mouth biting, but stopped talking.

Meng Busan: "The names of your brothers are already strange, but now even people are becoming strange."

The man lowered his head: "Yes, Shang A, Shang B and Shang C, my father was too careless to name us."

As he said, he looked at Meng Busan tentatively with the light from the corner of his eyes.

Meng Busan still had a smile on his face, as if nothing unexpected happened.

Unable to see why, the man pretended to be unintentional, "How is brother strange?"

He touched his nose, "You know, I don't like my brother very much, I always think of him..."

Meng Busan whistled, "What kind of grudge can there be between brothers? Just wait until I call you brothers and make it clear."

Shang Yi's whole body froze, but the smile on his face became even stronger, "It's time to make it clear."

Meng Busan smiled, "Yes, even for the sake of inheritance, we will talk carefully."

A light flashed in Shang Yi's eyes.

"Okay, then let's listen to my mother."

Meng Busan raised his hand, as if he wanted to put it on his head.

Shang Yi quickly avoided.

Even took a few steps back.

Meng Busan immediately knew that the way Shang Yi used his skills might be to touch a certain position on his head, otherwise he would not be so sensitive.

Meng Busan looked at him without understanding.

Shang Yi patted his chest, "My mother also became strange, scaring me."

Meng Busan smiled, "I'm getting weird? But, haven't I always been very strange?"

Shang Yi slowly approached her again, "Why did your mother say that to herself..."

His fingers were ready to move.

Just as he was about to be hit by Meng Busan, his nerves suddenly tense up, as if he was making a rapid alarm.

Shang Yi subconsciously took a step back.

A gust of wind blew past his nose.

With a "duo", a knife inserted into the door, and the half left outside was still shaking.

Shang Yi quickly looked in the direction where Xiaodao shot, and saw an ordinary man wearing black and white clothes walking over step by step.

Shang Yi's Adam's apple moved, as if he had swallowed a saliva.

But even then, he secretly looked at the face of his "mother" next to him to see if she was an NPC or a trialist.

Meng Busan was panicked and leaned weakly on the door, and slowly slid down the door.

Shang Yi showed a hypocritical smile, "This guest, I have no grudges and grudges with you? Could it be..."

His face changed, "Are you sent by my brother to kill me? He wants to take over the property?"

The black and white man said coldly: "Stop pretending, you are the trialist."

Shang Yi's expression suddenly changed, but he tried hard to suppress his face.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand at all?"

The man sneered, "You don't have to understand. I'll dig your brain and see, and you'll know that you're an NPC without a brain or a trialist with a brain."

The man raised his chin, "It turns out that it doesn't work to directly tell the identity like this. Do you have to admit it yourself?"

He rubbed his arms and grinned, "It just so happens that I'll hit you until you admit it."

Shang Yi felt it was not good, so he jumped off the steps as soon as he was high, and ran to the commercial area with a large number of people.

The black and white man squinted his eyes and watched him run, then stretched out his hand, "Let you run fifty meters first, and then..."

A red tentacle suddenly spurted out on his arm, and the tentacle moved quickly and quickly stuck to Shang Yi's body.

No matter how hard Shang Yi struggled, he could not struggle with this tentacle, but instead was dragged back step by step.

"Grass!" He cursed inwardly, and suddenly turned around and popped up something at the man.

Although the black and white man looked thin, he was very agile. He quickly took a step back and then pulled Shang Yi back many times.

The man held Shang Yi in one hand and took out a silver knife in the other hand, and flew towards Shang Yi suddenly.

Shang Yi struggled to escape, but he still had a little skin.

Meng Busan sat at the door, covering his face, staring at the big eyes in surprise, but in fact he watched the two trialists fight without blinking.

The black and white man snorted a cold hand, and grabbed the fingers of the red tentacles. The tentacles that stuck to Shang Yi's tentacles split out more tentacles. Those tentacles actually crawled into Shang Yi's wounds.
To be continued...