"Yeah. Yes. I was standing here just now and felt the floor under my feet slowly being opened, and no one was touching him below. This door might have been opened automatically."

"As a matter of this, we are actually being monitored by others? They only opened the door after we pass the check?" Huang Helou followed Conan Doyle and spoke.

"Well, you can say that. But it doesn't matter, it's just right for them to see the power of our incredible group." Yin Hui smiled faintly.

After searching around for a week, he failed to see any trace of the surveillance equipment.

Now he doesn't care about that issue anymore. What he cares most about is what kind of perversion will appear in this level.

"You...you killed my eldest and second brothers?" The voice was full of energy and heavy momentum. You could hear the voice of a middle-aged man.

After the middle-aged man slowly emerged from a ball of white mist, everyone was surprised to find that this guy's body was even stronger and stronger than that of the special forces.

It has a similar figure to a Japanese sumo wrestler.

"Special Forces, are you two born from the same womb? You are in a similar state of mind?" Scalpel looked at the guy sarcastically and asked.

"Bah, you just came out of the same womb as this guy. His fat is simply a shame for the fat man." The special forces soldier also cursed wildly. The desperate battle just now had already made them feel the passion of life and death, in addition to the passion of fighting, they could feel the passion of fighting.

"You are so brave, you dare to sway in front of me." The middle-aged man stood up angrily. Every movement could cause strong tremors on the ground, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

"Which onion are you? Which garlic is it, you dare to talk to your grandfather like this." Huanghelou no longer had any taboos. He sucked one of the Yellow Helou, with extremely despised eyes: "Do you think you can challenge us if you have a fat body? Tell you, I have seen a lot of soft eggplants like you."

“…”

Anyway, it's something that's ugly.

Looking at the fat Onmyoji, his face was so angry that he was covered in purple before he could do it.

Yin Hui suddenly noticed something and frowned slightly.

Conan Doyle, who noticed Yin Hui's small movement, asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with Yin Hui? Is there something wrong?"

"Why is this guy so angry?" Yin Hui asked curiously.

"Maybe it was born." Conan Doyle answered lightly. He did not think that Yin Hui's problem would help them solve this fat Onmyoji.
Chapter completed!