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395. Throwing head and blood [11]

Tomb in the Dragon: Throwing heads, spreading dog blood【11】

Su Mian nodded numbly, even the little Tai Sui didn't bother to look at the bearded man. [26nbsp;]

The bearded man took out a piece of paper from his arms, lit a candle, and was ready to share the secret and joy of the treasure with Su Mingsheng.

The paper was half yellow and half white, with no year visible.

After opening it, it was not a map, but rows of names. The two of them were stunned.

Su Mimong also cheered up, and after a quick glance, there was no mistake. This name was the name of all of them. There were names of Feng Sasha, Rong Hua, Rong Yue, Wang Jun, Su Mianmian, and a group of guys.

There were more than thirty people listed. Judging from their posture, no one present should be left behind.

Su Mianming noticed that there was no Dilin above.

"Look at the back."

When the bearded man turned it over, there were only two names on the back: Xiao Shuan and Big Man.

The scumbag man saw that they were all names, and was a little dumbfounded. He said dissatisfiedly: "Damn, why is this kind of thing? Don't waste my feelings like this. What I lack now is a treasure map."

Su Ming was afraid that the scumbag man would accidentally say something, so he slapped him to stop him and took the piece of paper over.

After a while, Su Minsun frowned and said: "Don't you think there is something wrong with this list? Look at these names, there are only two people on the back, Xiao Shuan and Big Man, and they are both dead..." said this

, Su Mian suddenly paused and changed the topic, "Let's ask Young Master Xiao first to see if this piece of paper was lost by one of our own."

Hu Zhanan knew that Su Mingxuan paused because she didn't want to tell her guess, but here, everything was involuntarily going in the weirdest direction, and he immediately understood what Su Mingsong meant.

Perhaps, this piece of paper is some kind of omen, a omen of life or death.

The bearded young man looked at the list in his hand with some caution, as if it was a snake that would bite him twice if he was not careful.

After a moment of silence, Hu Zhaman said: "I found this thing in the porcelain jar next to the altar. The porcelain jar was sealed very tightly. So, it is definitely not thrown away by our people casually... Forget it,

Let’s go ask.”

The two found Xiao Se and told him about the list.

This strange list attracted the attention of the two heads of the family, and they immediately summoned people to investigate. As expected, no one knew anything about it.

Everyone's faces became quite ugly. According to common sense, if the list was not written by one of them, then someone knew about their actions. And it was clear that the two people were dead. Could it be that someone was monitoring them after entering?

Su Mingxun habitually looked to his side. When he found no one, he paused, then looked at Xiao Se and said, "Young Master Xiao, let's go out now and discuss it based on the previous route and the gathering ahead."

Everyone nodded in agreement, there is nothing wrong with being fully prepared.

The way back was much easier than before, and soon a large group of troops gathered at the previous water inlet.

Feng Sa Sa brought rice and hot water to Su Ming. Looking at Su Mingshu, who was obviously in a low mood, he hesitated to speak. On the other hand, the little Tai Sui moved to Feng Sa Sa and looked at the bowl in her hand longingly, fully acting out her performance.

The image of a poor child who was abandoned by his father and ignored by his mother.

The scumbag man came over, patted Feng Shasha's head, and said, "Your sister Su is fine. She just hasn't been able to eat well or sleep well these past two days. She's worried about her body shape——"

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