Fan Wei and Ling Shu helped Duan Lin, who was unconscious, walked to Shimen.
The stone gate has been opened, and there is a quiet area around, and there is no trace of the mother of the earth. From a distance, I saw a dazzling light shining down from above, forming a beam of light. Obviously, the sky is already bright.
Sunlight accompanies the fine sand, constantly spilling from the hole above, and at the same time there is a rope and a ladder extending down the hole. Coming to the bottom of the hole, Fan Wei picked up a flashlight from the ground and asked Ling Shu to take care of Duan Lin. Then he patrolled around in the dark until the flashlight turned from white to dim, and the power was immediately exhausted. Fan Wei returned. To the bottom of the hole, Ling Shu, who had been waiting, shook
head.
"I didn't find it?" Ling Shu frowned slightly. Although it seemed indifferent on the surface, she could tell from the look in her eyes that she still cared very much.
Fan Wei glanced at Ling Shukong’s wrist and sighed lightly: “First of all, time has passed for so long, and coupled with the fact that there is no freezing, even if it finds a broken hand, it may not be able to connect it. Even if it is connected, it is also It is impossible to return to the original level. Besides..." Before Fan Wei finished speaking, Ling Shu interrupted Fan Wei with a wry smile, and said with emotion: "I know that the mother’s mouth is full of various germs, including corpse poison. My severed hand has long been infected by the virus, and even if I find it, it won’t work. In other words, the fact that I am a severed hand cannot be changed.
change. "
As Ling Shu said, the corpse poison destroyed Ling Shu's severed hand and eliminated the possibility of connecting it. But everything is a double-edged sword, if there is no corpse poison, the bloodshed alone is enough to make Ling Shu pass out, where there is still a lot of talk and laughter, and even the pain is very dull.
Losing his right hand and losing all the spoils, to be honest, Fan Wei was a bit worthless for Ling Shu. But many times, the reality is so cruel, there is no regret that medicine can be taken at all.
Fan Wei and Ling Shu joined forces to pull Duan Lin up the hole and leave the tomb.
After falling exhausted on the sand and bathing in the sun, Fan Wei breathed a sigh of relief. When his strength recovered a bit, Fan Wei found a mobile phone on the construction site, called a car, and embarked on the return journey. When leaving the battlefield, police cars and various engineering vehicles roared past. It seems that the tomb in the sand field has been leaked, and it will not take long.
Will be sealed.
At this moment, Ling Shu beside him suddenly asked, "What about Zhou Mengdie?"
As soon as this remark came out, Fan Wei couldn't help but fall into contemplation, although tonight is the night of the blood moon, Zhou Mengdie's emergence from the coffin has become an unchangeable fact. But if those policemen and archaeological researchers discovered Zhou Mengdie, wouldn't they have to dislike a bloody storm again
Fan Wei couldn't help but press a big rock in her heart, and subconsciously looked at Duan Lin, who was still in a coma while resting on her thigh. She couldn't help but squeeze a cold sweat for the police researchers.
But with Fan Wei's ability, he couldn't change the status quo. There seemed to be no other way besides silently mourning in his heart.
When he arrived in the city, Ling Shu got out of the car and went to the hospital to treat the wound.
Fan Wei wanted to go with him, but it was really inconvenient to take Duan Lin with him.
It was noon when I arrived at Tingtao Pavilion, and almost immediately after opening the door, a cold air rushed toward my face. The sun is shining outside, but the inside of Tingtao Pavilion is gloomy and gloomy, like a thick fog that cannot be removed. A bad premonition spread in Fan Wei's heart.
When Fan Wei was in a dilemma, the door of the villa was suddenly pushed open from inside. After a brief panic, Fan Wei calmed down.
Because the person who opened the door was the steward of Tingtao Pavilion.
Considering the butler's absolute loyalty to Duan Lin, Fan Wei did not hesitate, and immediately assisted Duan Lin to walk in front of the butler, and informed the butler about what had happened before, hoping that he could help Duan Lin. The butler stared at Duan Lin with a blank expression on his face. After a few seconds of silence, he took Duan Lin from Fan Wei's hand. During this process, the back of the butler's hand touched Fan Wei's arm inadvertently. Suddenly, Fan Wei's heart was alarmed, and he pulled Duan Lin back as quickly as possible.
Watching the housekeeper vigilantly, he whispered: "Who are you!"
Fan Wei's change was sudden, and the butler was a little surprised, and said at a loss: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Fan Wei's heart became more vigilant. With one hand around Duan Lin, the other raised the Dragon Ring to aim at the steward, ready to release the Holy Light: "You are not a steward, who are you!"
The housekeeper scratched his head, with doubts in his eyes: "Miss, I don't understand what you are talking about, I am not a housekeeper, who else can I be?" "Huh, play less garlic!" Fan Wei stared at the housekeeper's face. , Said coldly: "First of all, the butler’s feelings have been weakened to a minimum. There will be basically no changes in expressions and expressions. You were obviously surprised just now. Secondly, the butler’s absolute loyalty to Duan Lin caused him to do whatever
Under the circumstances, they will keep a certain distance from me and will never touch me actively! "
Under Fan Wei's gaze, the butler's eyes changed from surprise to admiration, and then from admiration to frivolity.
In the next second, an astonishing scene happened. The butler turned his head up and fell down and died suddenly on the spot. Immediately afterwards, a voice that was so familiar to him that he could no longer be familiar came out of the hall.
"Haha, Fan Wei, your meticulous thinking really makes me more and more admired."
Following the sound, I saw a person sitting on the sofa in the hall.
This person is dressed in a'retro' dress, with a magic bead on his wrist and a golden lock on his chest. Fan Wei will never admit it, but who else can he be except Zuo Yu!
Fan Wei furrowed his brows, glanced at the butler who fell to the ground, and said solemnly: "You have the butler's body?" "Haha, don't get me wrong, I just killed him simply. Possession is such a low-level means. , I don’t bother to use it.” Speaking of this, Zuo Yu looked at the unconscious Duan Lin with deep meaning, and chuckled: “Isn’t Duan Lin the most fond of playing skin puppets, so I also tried it, don’t
It's really interesting to use the dead body as a puppet. "
It turned out that the butler was already dead. The butler who interacted with Fan Wei before was just a dead body manipulated by Zuo Yu.
Fortunately, the butler has the ability to "resurrect", but it is not worth worrying about.
Fan Wei took a deep breath, calmed down a bit of anxiety, looked at Zuo Yu, and questioned: "You dare to come back, are you not afraid..." Before Fan Wei finished speaking, Zuo Yu waved to interrupt Fan Wei and shrugged. , Said disapprovingly: "You have also seen it, what is there to be afraid of in this picture of Duan Lin?" (End of this chapter)