Chapter 1382: Who is outside?

After I arrived at the flat land, I walked a few dozen steps before I had a corner. On the other side of the corner, there was light coming through. She quickly blew out the candle in her hand. The cat walked to the corner and sneaked into it.
This look, she saw her shaking.
The head was a secret room, and her mother was tied to a wooden stake, covered with whip marks, messy hair, and blood stains covering her original good face. If it weren’t for those eyes, she wouldn’t dare to recognize that. People are the Oriental children.
Animals, these beasts, even for such a weak woman to start, under such a pickpocket, are they still people?
She retracted her body and took a deep breath. She tried hard to calm her present mood. She couldn’t panic or chaos. In this secret room, there must be guards. If she rushes in, she will be taken.
After a while, her mood gradually calmed down and her mind recovered from the past.
When she saw some debris on the ground, she threw it at the same way and made some movements.
I heard a voice immediately.
"Who? Who is outside?"
She naturally does not make a sound, quietly shrinking aside.
Just listen to the people inside and say, "I will go and see, I am here."
When she said that there was footsteps, she listened to the footsteps, waiting for the man to come closer, and suddenly sprinkled a drug to go out.
The man took a smack of medicine, did not fall immediately, but pulled out the knife and cut it toward the white scorpion.
The knife is very fierce, and the white cockroaches naturally dare not take their own scalpel to hard-wire, and quickly retreat and retract.
The place was dark and dull, and there was no light. The guards who had the medicine were slashed with the sharp intuition of the martial arts. Every knife was cut in the place where the white pheasant had been. She was very panicked and constantly retreating. Until the back is attached to the cold wall.
At this time, the body shape of the guard was obviously slow, and the hand holding the knife did not have the previous momentum, and the footsteps were vain, but he still walked step by step to the day.
White curled up in the corner, holding a scalpel in one hand and holding his nose tightly in one hand, not letting his breathing sound out.
When the guard arrived in front of her, the figure could not stand, but she did not fall down.
The white scorpion crossed the cross, and when he got up and held the scalpel, he stabbed forward. The ‘throwing’ slammed into the man’s chest, and the blood splashed her face.
The man didn't even make a sound, so he fell down.
She knew that this person would die, and the panic in her heart sank.
"Dao Ming, how are you doing? What happened? Who is outside?" The man inside is getting more and more anxious.
The white thief pulled the scalpel from the guard's chest and rubbed it on his shirt.
Then slowly get up and walk back to the corner where you used to avoid.
These people are damned!
The people inside did not get a response, and they were very anxious. They really couldn’t hold back, and they took the sword out to see it.
Bai Hao had more experience this time. The fragrant powder was scattered and immediately turned to hide in a dark corner, where the guards held a sword and slashed in the dark room.
When the guard fell, she took off his clothes before going on, and then put a knife on him, crisp and neat, without any hesitation.
She never knew that she could kill herself with a scalpel.
Picking up the clothes on the ground, she rushed into the secret room, no one else in the secret room, endured the tears that were about to fall, and smashed her hand to cut the rope that tied her to the oriental nephew.