Chapter 460: Unwilling soul

[Advance is so fast, even in the ancient times, only the celestial genius can have such a degree of cultivation. 】
[You are not present? The people around the anchor are very fast. Unfortunately, I am dead, otherwise I would like to go to the anchor to be a cow. 】
Stepping into the gate of the sanatorium, suddenly a shadow flashed through the lush grass. I released my knowledge, but nothing happened.
I couldn't help but frown.
"Jun Yao, keep up." Tang Mingli shouted.
"We seem to be the first team to come in." Gu Jiangcheng said, "Others are still trapped in the red fog, Ming Li, we should go to the recording pen as soon as possible."
Zheng Anan said: "I am going to find my grandmother."
Gu Jiangcheng frowned: "An An, you have to be mentally prepared."
Zheng Anan clenched his crown and said: "Tang family, Ming Li, I have to go to my grandmother, you can leave me alone."
Tang Mingli said: "An An, we have known for more than ten years, I will help you, acting alone is too dangerous, you still follow us."
Zheng Anan finally showed a smile.
We still decided to go to Shangguan Lei's recording pen. There is a map hanging at the entrance of the hall, next to the doctors and nurses on duty.
I only glanced at it, and I remembered all the maps in my mind. Then I recalled what I saw in the movie. After some analysis, I was about to speak. Bai Ningqing suddenly clicked on the map and said, "Shangguan Lei died here. Room, treatment room on the second floor."
I glanced at him. He smiled. "Jun Yao, am I very smart?"
You grab my limelight and I want you to praise you smart? How did he not bring his own companion attribute?
Tang Mingli's face was a little black, holding my hand and letting me follow him. Just between the moments of our past, the eyes of one of the photos moved.
I seem to feel something, I turned my head back, but I didn't see anything.
There are blood everywhere in the sanatorium, and the air is filled with pungent smell and strange rancid smell.
"Hey." A loud sound, Tang Mingli raised his hand to stop the person behind him.
My mental strength stretched out, and now an old lady wearing a sick suit is stepping on a cane and trembles.
The old lady’s eyes were empty, and the spirit seemed to be a bit wrong.
The scene of a well-prepared old lady in a nursing home full of blood is very strange.
She passed the corner and Zheng Anan suddenly rejoiced: "Grandma!"
"Wait." Tang Mingli held down his shoulder. "If there is an abnormality, there must be a demon. First, find out if she is your grandmother."
Zheng Anan bit his lower lip and nodded. The old lady smiled when she saw everyone: "Look at me, my granddaughter, the most promising, and the most distressed, I often send people to give I sent something, look at me, hey, but she is very busy, I have no time to come to see me personally, I have not seen her for a long time. How long has it..."
She began to count her fingers. Counting the numbers was unclear. Zheng Anan’s tears suddenly flowed down and shouted: "Grandma, I am coming, I am Anan."
At this moment, Gu Jiangcheng suddenly said: "Ming Li, you look at her waist."
When we saw it, the old lady had a black whip around her waist. When she saw it, she thought it was a belt. I didn’t expect it to be a five-piece instrument.
Everyone saw something about the instrument, and everyone was a little heart.
"An An, I used to help you see Grandma." A young man said that he is Cheng Zhonghua, the three sons of Cheng Jia. The age is the biggest among the group, but the minimum is still a dark peak. Because Cheng Jia and the Tang family had some friendship, Tang Mingli promised to take him.
Everyone knows that he wants the instrument, but there is no objection.
Nonsense, this time someone volunteered to test the truth, why not.
For Cheng Zhonghua, this is a gamble. His talent is not high. If he can get one or two instruments, he will have a better chance of living and a future.
Tang Mingli did not stop.
He pulled out a sword and took it in his hand. He carefully walked up and slowly touched her waist.
At this moment, the old lady looked up and said with a smile: "I figured it out. I haven't seen my home for two years."
Cheng Zhonghua bit his teeth, grabbed the whip, and yanked it. The old lady’s waist suddenly broke, and the whole upper body rolled down.
"No!" Zheng Anan screamed, "Grandma!"
Her eyes were red, and she pulled out the double knife that was not at her waist. She slammed it toward Cheng Zhonghua: "You killed my grandmother, I want you to pay for it!"
While Cheng Zhonghua's instrument was in his hands, he was excited to see his eyes brightened. When she saw her slashing, she instinctively slammed out a whip, just hit Zheng Anan's body, and Zheng Anan flew and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Tang Mingli frowned, his hand stretched and pulled her back. Everyone looked at Cheng Zhonghua. Cheng Zhonghua just came back and looked at the whip in his hand in horror. He said, "Ming Li, I am just... just I have not responded."
Tang Mingli looked at him with cold eyes: "Remember what I said before?"
Cheng Zhonghua bit his face and bite his teeth, wrapped his whip around his waist and said, "I have already got a piece of implement, and I will not go in with you." He paused and pointed to the body on the ground, saying, "She has died long ago, not me."
Everyone looked at him with a cold eye. Zheng Anan silently cried and stared at him with a sullen look. He saw him as a man on his back. He buried his head and turned and walked outside.
Cheng Zhonghua walked fast, went out of the sanatorium hall, crossed the grass, was about to enter the thick fog, and suddenly heard the sound of the rumbling in the grass.
He was shocked and looked around and looked at something in the grass.
He hesitated, but greed still prevailed. He took the whip in his hand and carefully walked over and opened the grass.
Among the grass, it is a jade bottle.
Dan medicine?
There was a ecstasy in his heart, and he immediately grabbed it and opened it, and a scent of medicine came.
Dan medicine, really is a medicinal herb, and it is a gathering of three products!
He put the jade bottle in his pocket with a smile on his face. Suddenly a pair of feet appeared in front of him. He looked up and saw several strangers coming toward him.
These few people have seen him, and they are all scattered.
He straightened up and said seriously: "I am a man from Ducheng. You want to shoot at me, first lick your weight, and whether or not the ability to bear the anger of Cheng Jia."
One of the strangers in a brown jacket sneered: "We have killed you here, God does not know, we know that we killed?"
Cheng Zhonghua said: "My companion is not far away. If you are not afraid, let's do it."
After that, he strode toward the red fog.
He seems to be very calm, but in fact he is very panicked and can't help but speed up.
As long as you walk into the red fog, it is safe.
Just as he was a step away from the red mist, suddenly a long arrow flew over and penetrated his chest.
He turned his head in disbelief and looked at those scattered, saying, "You, you dare to..."
The team had a total of three people. The archery was the one who wore black clothes. The other man in gray clothes pulled a sword and stabbed him in his chest.
Finally, the man in a brown jacket came up and looked at his eyes coldly and said: "The chance is rare, I would rather be chased by Cheng Jia, but also get something from you."
After all, he picked up the Nepalese machete in his hand and cut off his neck with a knife. His head rolled to the ground, rolling and rolling, his face was not reconciled.
The brown jacket man found all the things in Cheng Zhonghua. In addition to the whip, he also had a sword and some things like the scorpion. The three people divided things. The man in the brown jacket pointed at the bullet and Mars landed on it. On the body, he immediately burned and burned him to ashes in a moment.
"Cheng Zhonghua is killed by the three of us." The brown jacket man whispered, "all close their mouths, otherwise we will die."
The other two nodded, and the three men strode into the sanatorium, and in the empty yard, there was an unwilling soul in the pile of ashes.