Now, they are afraid to go on the road for the time being. After all, there are no obstacles on the road and the view is unobstructed. Staying there is simply a living target. There are many trees and bushes around the road, and there are quite a few places to hide.
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"Huh? You see?"
There is a low, flat house next to the field ahead, and there is a light in the house.
So, the seven people stopped in unison.
At this time, they were still about a hundred meters away from the house, and figures could be vaguely seen through the windows of the house.
"Avoid it? Or go in and have a look?" Chen Fu turned his head and glanced at Mo Yuan. He had absolute trust in Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan replied without thinking too much: "Go and have a look!"
Danger is everywhere, but right now, as long as there is a possible clue to a lifeline, we must try to explore it!
Qin Ziyuan was silent and didn't say much. However, he also had his own considerations. Anyway, there were seven of them. If there was an evil spirit, it might not be him who died. But Qin Xiaoxuan was not a resident. Can her death constitute a safe interval?
?
"Wait a moment."
Just when he was about to reach the house, less than ten meters away, Mo Yuan walked out and said: "Now, everyone forms a formation with the residents outside and the protection targets inside. Once all the protection targets are wiped out, everyone will die.
.This formation is a must."
"What? No?" Lin Xuan was obviously not very good at observing what was happening. As soon as he opened his mouth, he noticed that Chen Fu next to him glared at him, pursed his lips, and had no choice but to say nothing.
In Lin Xuan's mind, his own life must be the most precious. He does not expect to save all of these protection targets. Intellectually, he knows that the protection targets are related to his life and death, but if he dies, then what will happen?
What is the meaning of fart? As for the life and death of other people, or as I said, who will care about the flood after I die?
Compared with Lin Xuan, Chen Fu had much more foresight. He proactively responded to Mo Yuan's call, stood in front of Qin Xiaoming, and even took the initiative to ask Mo Yuan to stand at the back of the formation.
This formation must be designed to ensure that evil spirits will not kill multiple people instantly. The apartment will have clear control over the ability of evil spirits to kill people in Blood Letters, even in difficult Blood Letters, in order to balance the influence of human beings.
A huge weakness that has no power to fight back against evil spirits.
Lin Xuan's previous attitude was naturally at the front of the formation. If there was really an evil spirit in the house, he would be the first to die. Of course, he would not be able to resist. Qin Ziyuan would look over at him if he showed any dissatisfaction.
He couldn't help but be deeply impressed by the horrific scene of the public execution of the two drug-addicted residents in the apartment. The biggest effect of that public execution was that no one in the apartment dared to offend Qin Ziyuan head-on! He was different from evil spirits, killing people was not allowed.
There will be no interval, no way out!
"Qin Ziyuan, you bastard, I curse you for giving birth to a son too young." Lin Xuan cursed secretly in a voice that only he could hear, and walked to the house in front of him tremblingly. Then, under Qin Ziyuan's unflappable eyes, he had no choice but to walk up.
Knock on the door.
He raised his hand, knocked quickly, and then immediately took a few steps back.
In fact, if there really is an evil spirit inside, there is no point in retreating.
A voice soon came from inside the door: "Who is it?"
The door opened, and then I saw a middle-aged man opening the door.
When the middle-aged man came out, he saw a total of seven people standing outside. He was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously scratched his cheek with his hand and asked, "Who are you?"
"That's right." Mo Yuan said immediately: "Our car broke down, and then we found out that there is a light here. It's quite cold outside. Can you let us come in for a while to get warm? We will leave in a while."
"Who is it?" At this time, another middle-aged woman came out, looked at the people in front of her, and asked puzzledly: "Well, who are you?"
Qin Ziyuan took out a pack of good soft Chinese, handed it to the middle-aged man, and said, "Uncle, you have a smoke, we will stay for a while, and we will leave after the towing company sends a car."
Qin Ziyuan only gave cigarettes but not money, because in this wilderness, wealth should not be exposed, otherwise it would inevitably lead to complications. As a long-time smoker, Qin Ziyuan could guess this just by looking at the condition of the middle-aged man's teeth and the bad breath when he opened his mouth.
People must be smokers. A pack of soft Chinese is expensive. Looking at the house in front of you, you can deduce that the owner's financial situation would not allow him to smoke such good cigarettes.
Of course, the premise is that the other party is indeed a human being.
When the middle-aged man saw the soft drink handed over by Qin Ziyuan, he immediately showed a look of surprise. It was obvious that he could not afford to smoke such a good cigarette, so he specially checked the anti-counterfeiting mark on it.
"Yes, yes! Then come in! It's quite cold outside!"
Taking advantage of others, the seven people still entered the house according to the formation arranged by Mo Yuan. Then they saw that there was an Eight Immortals table in the center of the room. There were two middle-aged men sitting in front of the table. On the table were square
mahjong tiles!
"Just the four of you?" Qin Ziyuan said this and took out a lighter.
The middle-aged man immediately opened the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He waited for Qin Ziyuan to light the lighter and then moved forward.
After lighting the cigarette, he nodded and said, "Yes, there are just the four of us and two of them are my relatives who are here as guests. We all played a round of mahjong together, and we played until now without realizing it. Well, it's such a good smoke!"
However, at this time, as the middle-aged man was puffing away his smoke, he did not realize that the faces of the residents in front of him had become extremely ugly.
Four people again?
Is this a coincidence?
Only a ghost can believe this is a coincidence!
"What's going on?" Mo Yuan felt his head was as big as a bucket now, "Four more?"
Qin Ziyuan stared at the four people in front of him, feeling more and more weird.
First the four non-mainstream people, and then the four people at the mahjong table here?
The other two relatives who were playing mahjong were also smoking, and the room suddenly became filled with mist, which made people uncomfortable. One of them came up and said, "It's worth it! A pack of these soft drinks costs nearly 70! I used to be extravagant once in a while.
It’s also a hard hit! Give me a sip?”
After saying that, he stubbed out the white sand cigarette in his hand in the ashtray on the mahjong table, then reached out for a cigarette. The middle-aged man laughed and handed the cigarette to him. Qin Ziyuan quickly walked up to light the cigarette.
Asked: "Uncle, I have a few questions to ask."
"It's okay! You asked!"
Qin Ziyuan lowered his posture and personally lit the cigarette for the man, who naturally patted his chest boldly.
"Has anything strange happened to the road next to it recently?"
"Weird thing" The man took a puff of cigarette, thought for a while, and said, "What weird thing?"
At this time, the middle-aged man who opened the door said: "It must be strange that this road is too quiet tonight. Usually, even in the early morning, there are often cars passing by. But today it is extremely quiet. A car
