Almost without hesitation, Ling Shu pushed away Yue Dingtang and blocked his body, then turned around and kicked out very quickly, staggering the sharp axe by the slightest, and kicked the gray hair out.
The other party cried out in pain and fell heavily. Ling Shu naturally couldn't let him go. He was about to go up to cut the grass and remove the roots, but he was stopped by someone hugging his waist!
"stop!"
The voice of Yue Dingtang was in his ear, but Ling Shu turned his head and glanced out of the corner, but saw gray hair.
He was startled and struggled subconsciously. The gray hair could not suppress him for a while, so he let go. Ling Shu was about to fight back, but he saw that the man behind him was still Yue Dingtang. Where is the gray hair
He turned around abruptly again to look at the person who had just been kicked down by him.
It's not gray hair, it's actually Yang Chunhe.
How could the girl stand his foot, lying directly on the ground, clutching her stomach and moaning in pain.
Ling Shu looked again, and it was Yue Dingtang and Yang Chunming, who didn't have gray hair at all.
But he took two steps back, this time he didn't dare to believe it any more.
"Ling Shu, what's wrong with you!"
Raising his eyes is Yue Dingtang's eager expression, looming under the kerosene lamp, and his tone is not false.
Ling Shu shook his head and raised his hand to stop him from coming.
"Let me think about it. Did we just capture Yinghui's head as a hostage?"
"good."
"Where is he now?"
"We were dragged into the water by a water snake when we crossed the black pool, and we escaped."
wrong.
Ling Shu pursed his lips. The fake leader clearly followed them through the water pool. When he showed his identity, he suddenly went crazy and wanted to run back all the way. He was knocked out by them. already
Is his memory wrong, or is Yue Dingtang lying
Yue Dingtang will not lie to him, unless this is the real Yue Dingtang.
For someone else, facing this situation, he might be on the verge of collapse, but Ling Shu could still think calmly.
Sweat fell from his forehead, his heart beat faster, and he felt a little faint, but it was chaotic, and it was difficult to clear the fog.
It seems that his back is to a cliff. Although he can't turn around and see, he can detect danger, which is out of biological instinct.
But now, where exactly is the danger
Is it Yue Dingtang, or Yang Chunhe, or himself
"Lao Yue, I don't have the same memory of that fake meeting as yours, let's get it right."
"it is good."
"My sister's name, you know?"
"Ling Yao."
"How did we meet?"
"Because of the investigation, Yuan Mansion's case, you are the first suspect. I accompanied Smith to the dance floor to find you."
"No, that's our reunion. I'm talking about the first time we meet."
"A high school classmate, isn't it?"
There was nothing wrong here, Ling Shu hummed, thinking about it and asking another question.
"Have you found the golden pagoda?"
"found it."
"where?"
"I later took it to a pawn shop for my second brother."
wrong.
The golden pagoda was robbed by Ivanov long ago, and I don't know where it was left in the northeastern land. I haven't found it yet. How could it be taken back by Yue Dingtang
Even if Yue Dingtang brought back such an important treasure, he would not rashly hand it over to the second brother of the Yue family, let alone sell it to a pawn shop.
"You're lying, you're not him!"
Ling Shu said sharply, and quickly reached out to grab the opponent, as fast as lightning!
Yue Ding Tang Yin laughed twice, and suddenly disappeared in front of him, causing Ling Shu to rush into the air.
What about people? !
Ling Shu subconsciously looked towards the ground.
Yang Chunhe, who was still rolling just now, disappeared at some point. At the same time, a light source came from behind, but the warehouse was completely dark. Only the kerosene lamp in his hand was still precariously glowing.
Is all this a dream or reality
Ling Shu pinched his arm fiercely, it would hurt.
Is that reality
But it's not right either.
He picked up the light, rolled up his sleeves, and there was no red mark on the place he just pinched.
Pinch again.
It still hurts, but no marks left.
what's going on
"Yue Dingtang! Lao Yue! Yang Chunhe!"
He had already shouted loudly, regardless of whether he would be heard or not.
No one answered him, only empty echoes.
Ling Shu closed his eyes and opened them again.
Still the world here.
The only answer seems to be to follow the light source to find it.
If it is a ferocious enemy or a ghost, maybe he can still be calm at the moment, but what he is facing is illusory, he doesn't know where the truth and fantasy are, who he is, and where he is, the enemy can instantly become a lover, and the lover can also be suddenly. Become an enemy, the real and the fake are completely indistinguishable.
There was a trace of anxiety in the depths of his heart, like a kitten scratching its paws, scratching the whole heart uneasy.
If the light source is still false, how can he get out of this world
Suddenly a figure flashed across the door.
The other party also stopped for a moment, then turned to look at him.
It was Yue Dingtang!
Instead, Ling Shu slowed down and did not dare to catch up rashly.
"Aren't you chasing?"
A voice suddenly came from behind.
Ling Shu turned around abruptly.
The gray-haired man was standing not far from him, his hands clasped together and pitiful.
"You trapped me here?" Ling Shu narrowed his eyes.
The gray-haired sneered: "It's not sleepy, it's you who came in by yourself! The Qinglong Club has not invited a few people, but you have fallen into the trap. Who can blame this? Whether I can go out now is all in my mind."
Ling Shu: "What do you want?"
Gray-haired: "You should be thankful that you still have some value, so I won't kill you, I want you to be willing to be my sacrifice."
Ling Shu: "Old man, have you learned so much sorcery that you have ruined your brain? Look at me now, it would be good if I didn't strangle you, and I would be your sacrifice?"
The gray hair didn't care: "You are trapped by me now, as long as you complete the last step, you are a more perfect sacrifice than Feng Zhuzhu. I like your face very much, and after I turned around and cut your head off , I will completely peel off your face and make it into a mask to enjoy every day."
Ling Shu didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore, he grabbed the kerosene lamp in his hand, ready to go, ready to hit him.
But the gray hair seemed to be unaware of his intentions and continued to speak.
"Do you know why you are always led by my nose? Because from the time you were hypnotized, I have already given you several hints, and as long as you see the things I hinted, you will It will trigger a hint of a new level, and one level will add another level, and you will never be able to get out."
When Ling Shu threw the kerosene lamp out, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind. Did Miss Feng San die because of the delusion that she couldn't get out
The lamp fell to the ground and shattered, and others also kicked out, but it was empty.
The gray hair is gone.
Rao is Ling Shu with a strong psychological quality, and he can't help but have a crazy collapse.
When is this going to end!
Turning around, the light source is still behind him.
It is bright, like countless lamps there, more like a huge snake fruit, tempting people to go forward to pick it.
Because of this, Ling Shu dared not chase after him easily.
"Do you want to know what's the key to breaking the hint? It's the person you care about the most."
"As long as you kill him, all obstacles will be automatically lifted."
"The knife is in your hands, you have to choose for yourself."
The gray-haired voice suddenly sounded, with a sympathetic intention, but it couldn't hide its sinisterness.
Ling Shu sneered.
He didn't cover his ears, and he didn't hesitate.
These words strengthened his footsteps, prompting him to stride toward the light source.
Turning the door, there was a noise in front of me.
It's another scene.
Ling Shu saw not only Yue Dingtang, but also Yang Chunhe, as well as the fake leader surnamed Ying.
Yinghui stood first behind Yang Chunhe, cowering and probing his head.
Yue Dingtang pointed his gun at them.
Yang Chunhe has a complicated expression.