"Mingzi, what kind of god is this... this little brother? What's going on with the Zhang family?"
"Why do I feel that you are quite polite to him, and... Qilin..."
Hu Ba pulled Hu Ming aside and asked doubtfully.
This mysterious little brother doesn’t know who the Zhang family is.
In short, every time Hu Bayi looks at his little brother, he always feels a sense of danger in his heart.
This made him very uneasy.
In the past, apart from encountering danger on the battlefield, this feeling could only be felt by Hu Ming.
"Don't worry, our purpose should not conflict with his. Just as he said, he probably just entered here by mistake."
"Zhang family, Zhang Qiling, 1981...a bit interesting..."
"Okay, Lao Hu, as well as Yang Shirley, Fatty, Chu Yi and A Xiang, the same goes for you. Don't think about this matter. Just pretend that I don't exist."
Hu Ming glanced at the younger brother meaningfully, raised the corner of his mouth in a subtle arc, and patted Hu Bayi on the shoulder.
In fact...if it weren't for the aura that this little guy has, everyone would probably ignore him unconsciously.
After all, my wife is really silent...
He was so silent that as long as no one paid attention to him, he wouldn't be able to say a single word for the whole day.
...
...
After all, the younger brother is not the same group as Hu Ming and others. He only has the most basic curiosity about the sacrificial site in front of him.
Perhaps, he doesn't even have the most basic curiosity about irrelevant things.
Hu Ming swore that when he was pretending to browse the murals, the little brother's eyes kept lingering on him.
If he hadn't known about the little brother's situation, he might have really suspected that the little brother had some unspeakable little thoughts towards him.
After all, it seems that the innocent comrade who seems to be my favorite is the kind of...unfavorable type at the beginning of the story.
"Hu Ming, Lao Hu, I figured out this ritual."
"According to what is said above, if you want to cut off the connection between us and the ghost cave and stop the ghost cave from absorbing hemoglobin, we only need to reverse the sacrifice..."
"but..."
Saying that, Shirley Yang pursed her lips and said tangledly.
"But a pair of eyeballs are still needed as a sacrifice and thrown into the "Dragon Pill" together with Muchen Beads to terminate this sacrificial ritual, right?"
Hu Ming shrugged his shoulders and told what Yang Shirley couldn't let go of.
"Yes! I can't help it... just use my eyes. After all, if I hadn't insisted on going to Jingjue Ancient City to find out what was going on, Lao Hu and the others wouldn't have been contaminated by this vicious curse!"
"If I want to lift the curse and cause you to lose a pair of eyes, I'm afraid I will never be able to forgive myself in this life."
Yang Xueli smiled bitterly and said.
The mural has made it very clear that by tying a slave cursed by the ghost cave into a large indentation on the ground, gouging out his eyes, and throwing them into the Dragon Pill together with the Muchen Bead, everything will end.
But here comes the question, whose eyes are gouged out?
Hu Ming?
Although Hu Ming also had problems, it did not have a particularly big impact on him. It was not in compliance with the rules, and Hu Bayi and Fatty would never allow it.
Shirley Yang? Hu Bayi is absolutely not allowed.
Lao Hu? Fatty? The first grade of junior high school? Ah Xiang?
"Mingzi, how about we..."
The fat man pressed the trough and bit it hard, with a fierce light in his eyes, and looked unkindly at the little brother who had his hands folded on his chest and showed no emotion.
In this sacrificial space, except for the little brother with unknown intentions, everyone else is an acquaintance.
How to choose? For fat people, this is not a difficult choice.
"Give up, let's not talk about how difficult it is to gouge out my little brother's eyeballs, just..."
"Brother, like me, is in a special situation. The mere ghost eye curse has little impact on me."
Hu Ming shook his head, reached into his backpack with one hand, and took out a pair of crystal clear beads from the system space.
"Then what should we do? We can't take advantage of our own people, right? How can there be such a reason?"
Hearing this, the fat man bared his teeth and became somewhat unable to sit still, feeling a little irritable.
After struggling for a long time, falling short of success, and being stumped by this last tremor, this is not what they want.
At this time, Axiang was startled by the fat man and instinctively jumped behind Hu Ming to seek protection.
Ah Xiang understands this in her heart. Although the people here, Chu Yi and Hu Ming, have not known each other for a long time, they have a really good relationship.
If there really is no way out, she may be the only choice...
"Fat man!" Hu Bayi glared at the fat man.
Listen, is this human talk?
No wonder the fat man, who is in his thirties, cannot find a wife at all costs and has been a bachelor. This is not unreasonable.
"I have stayed in Western Xinjiang for a long time, and I have heard some rumors about the Western Xinjiang area. I know a little bit about the ancient demon kingdom and the glacier crystal corpse."
"Hu Ming, the pair of beads in your hand, I think they are a pair of moves from Glacier Crystal Corpse, right?"
"According to rumors, the glacier crystal corpse buried in the nine-story demon tower of Kunlun Glacier is the first-generation ghost mother of the Demon Kingdom. Her eyes can definitely meet the sacrificial rituals you need."
Looking at the pair of beads in Hu Ming's hand that looked like handicrafts, the little brother unexpectedly spoke uncharacteristically and said a lot in one breath.
Everyone who heard this looked confused.
I'm not surprised that I know so much.
But since the little brother appeared, he gave people the impression of being reticent and indifferent. Suddenly he said so much in one go, they were really a little uncomfortable with it.
"I'm very curious about you. Maybe I will gain something unexpected when I come to Kunlun this time. After you are done with your work, I want to have a chat with you."
"Talk about something about me. You seem to know something about me."
The younger brother ignored the astonishment of others and still looked at Hu Ming as indifferently as water.
"Ha! I thought, little brother, that you would remain silent to the end... But I may disappoint you. I don't know much about your past."
"But little brother, there is no free lunch in this world. I'm afraid you have to help with the evil things that are going to come out soon."
Hearing this, Hu Ming grinned and kept moving the two eyes in his hands up and down.
"Dahkala struck the Thunder Mountain? I have also heard the legend about it. Judging from your appearance, you must have confirmed its existence? Yes! I can indeed help to deal with it."
The little brother didn't hesitate at all. After thinking briefly, he looked back at the passage where Hu Ming and others came from, and nodded expressionlessly...
