"It’s always at noon, and this time will be no exception."
"Good" Rao is that boss Cao has all kinds of tricks in his heart, but he can give up in the face of such a situation. He sighed, "Since I am a guest, I will probably be invited to attend the banquet, and I will have a good time then. This so-called master will see if it is sacred."
If it weren’t for the ghost ship, boss Cao and Qu Yong would have returned to Qingdao by now, maybe they could get a bottle of Tsingtao beer with a roadside barbecue and brush it up, and they would be trapped in such a rat hole.
Time flies fast, fast, slow and not slow. At noon, it still comes.
The two groups of black and white often seem to be equipped with timers. When they arrive, they get up without hesitation and walk into their stone chambers to take out their guests.
Qu Yong also dare not slow down. He often walked into the stone room with black hands and took himself out, and then followed them in no hurry or delay.
At this moment, the woman No.13 suddenly cried. She jumped at the iron door and hissed, "Take me away. I know you’ll never come back if you leave. Take me away now."
This cry is as desperate and sad as the doomsday female wolf hitting people’s hearts directly.
Boss Cao was shocked physically, but he didn’t look back and didn’t show it. In fact, he and her heart were all white, and Boss Cao wouldn’t come back when he walked out of this door.
Boss Cao’s calmness and reason will never be a burden.
This was just a "dying" cry.
However, someone moved QuYong’s arms, shook his hands, and held two people in a tiger leap toward the front of a group of black and white people.
He didn’t do it for himself, but for human dignity.
People shouldn’t be trapped like wild animals. People should have dignity. If she doesn’t shout that, maybe Qu Yong can hold back and won’t make a move, but Boss Cao promised her that Boss Cao wouldn’t do Qu Yong’s job.
They are friends. Friends can’t do things, so I’ll do them.
Qu Yong’s hand roars in the wind, and the black and white in front are often sensitive. They have already caught Qu Yong’s split with a backhand palm, and then pushed the "rabbit’s eagle" on the lower abdomen of Qu Yong.
Maybe this black-and-white martial arts is not extremely high, but in the dark, others’ kung fu is discounted, but they are even more powerful.
"Brother Xiaoyong, are you okay?"
QuYong covered his stomach and retched for a while, reluctantly saying, "I’m fine."
The black and white often "talked" to each other in a way that others understand. One of them was as dry as a dead bamboo sound and slowly said, "Is it stupid?"
It seems to be extremely difficult for him to speak, but his meaning is finally expressed. It should be to persuade Qu Yong not to say "resist" and join them.
"Don’t" Cao boss also advised "trust me"
"Good" these two legs are extremely heavy. Qu Yong has lost his ability to act in a short time. He has failed.
This group of black and white has often awakened the companions who were stunned by Qu Yong. They communicate with their hands in their sleeves and know what happened when they come and go. Pro is a bit similar to sign language for deaf people, but it is obviously more secretive.
This is just an episode. Black and white often take Qu Yong back to the front hall as if nothing had happened.
There is a banquet waiting for them there.
Because they were delayed for a while, when they arrived, the party actually seemed to have arrived.
It seems that there is no light in this hall hole except a little fire, which is really a little fire, and nothing can shine except that chair, which is accurately calculated by the owner.
No one knows what he bought, and the darkness has given them a perfect psychological protection.
Qu Yong was often taken to a stone table by the black and white, so many people were sitting around the table. Qu Yong calculated that if there were ten channels and there were three people in each channel like them, then there were thirty people sitting here now, and none of them knew who. It was really creepy to think about this scene.
There are two people sitting in a lighted stone chair, with their backs to each other and their backs to each other. The man with short hair is wearing a glittering robe and a glittering mask, and his tone is as cold and hard as metal.
"Your presence here really makes this little palace of hell splendid. Xiao Wang has the honor to meet you. I really hope everyone can return to glad you came full."
"The Palace of Hades" Qu Yong was so cold in his heart that someone would give his place such a name. "Isn’t he the" double king "in the captain’s room of the ghost ship?"
The king of gold, Yan, urged, "Come here, please don’t mention it. Please drink the glass in front of you."
"Come on, come on"
"Good wine"
In a polite response.
Qu Yong can’t see anything. He can touch the table everywhere, but he hasn’t touched a glass or any dishes.
It’s funny and sad that these people still say "good wine" when they can’t drink alcohol.
"I have no wine."
At this time, Cao Boss Gao Dao
"Really?" Golden Yan didn’t expect to hear different sounds. "Who is the ghost who is in charge of this guest?"
Behind this table, there is a pair of black and white, which often comes out in public.
Golden Yan Li scolded, "Why don’t you give this guest wine?"
"knowing sin"
The pair of black and white often retired and soon came in. Boss Cao has been working hard. Qin Ting seems that they came back and took a cup and placed it on the stone table. Then they both snorted and scratched their skin in their noses. Finally, the blood flowed out of their bodies and injected it into the cup.
The cup will soon be full.
The golden king of Yan urged, "Please drink Xiao Wang to avoid being ashamed of his negligence."
This cup is full of human blood, how can I drink it? Boss Cao has brought great trouble to himself with a casual sentence, and this black and white often kills everyone here with its vicious nature.