Their life in the village is like some free-range poultry. The villagers never seem to see them, and their eyes can't help but stare at the food for a while. It's like passing a piece of steak in the supermarket. She may not want to eat it.

Beef, but that didn't stop her from picking up the steak and taking a look.

If this cheap steak happens to attract another person's attention and he tries to take the steak away from you, the steak will unknowingly become more valuable.

The wooden house is like a row of shelves that no one cares about. People passing by can choose at will. But this sudden hailstorm is like causing the mall to suddenly start a clearance sale. It may hasten the death of several people, or it may be the final

life-saving straw.

Si Ling wanted Uncle Zhao to feel that all these pieces of meat were in Uncle Wang's hands. Even if Uncle Wang was gone, they were still the property of the Wang family.

There is an interest dispute in the village. Who cares where a piece of goods goes?

"In just a few days, there will only be four of us left. Maybe this house will be empty again tomorrow? I heard that the people who lived here before also died very quickly. Uncle Wang has a lot of family members and a lot of food.

."

Uncle Zhao's skin kept twisting at strange angles. After listening to Si Ling's words, he paused, simply stretched his fingers from the eye sockets, and pulled the whole face to the correct position, "Since you all

You know, why are you telling me this? I can't possibly let you go. It's better to eat more and sleep more."

"Who says it's not the case!" Fang Muzhi poured a glass of water for Uncle Zhao and said, "But it's like a nightmare for us to live in Uncle Wang's house with such fear. We are all starved and thin, and our appearance is not as good as before.

"

"Nightmare?"

"Yes, isn't it just a dream when a person's soul reincarnates after death? But not only does this nightmare do no good, it also gives people a fright. The orchards in the village were destroyed, so it's more important to follow Uncle Zhao to spend the journey together.

Rather than sneaking up and killing someone in the middle of the night."

Uncle Zhao sighed thoughtfully and nodded, "What you said makes sense. However, you will still die if you think so much. Uncle Wang and I are indeed different. I prefer eating meat to him.

..." He turned to Taoist Lu, who had been silent for the whole time, "Didn't you say that the man named Cheng Ping had come up with a solution? Then I might as well eat him earlier to avoid a long night and too many dreams."

Lu Daoshi glanced at Si Ling and Fang Mu, as if he didn't care what they thought, "Okay, he is at the subway station. I will show you the way..."

Can they just wait to die like this? Kill the people around them first in order to live one more day?

no.

After they killed an Uncle Wang, couldn't they kill another Uncle Zhao? What's the point of using Cheng Ping's life to survive for a few more days? Let them choose to enjoy themselves? Sling clenched her fists, but this time she didn't

As always, going her own way, she looked at Fang Muzhi.

"Let's go, get ahead of them." He gave Sling a reassuring expression.

No matter what time, he seemed to be able to turn her impulsive emotions into soft fingers. Siling did not leave immediately, but explained to Fang Muzhi: "I just heard Uncle Zhao and Taoist Lu talking. It is very possible that the restrictions here are

It’s the same as Zhou Xian’an said. Only dead people can open it. Even, everyone needs to be dead... So, in a moment-"

Fang Muzhi interrupted Si Ling and talked about a seemingly unrelated matter: "S Ling, I just told Uncle Zhao that people who die in dreams will wake up from reality. But this matter

There is a premise, do you understand? So, no matter what happens in the meantime, you can't look back. Keep running, you know?"

"No--"

"Be good." The lilac perfume on Fang Muzhi's body may have contained some drug. Sling's anxiety and talk were all reflected in his shirt, "Stay alive, promise me."

This was just a restrained hug that only reached the level of friction between the fabrics. It was more than enough to block Si Ling's mouth.

"Hurry up." Fang Muzhi took her hand and ran out.

...In fact, according to the current development of the situation, Siling felt that a 10% chance of winning was considered to be a good one. Once they take action against Uncle Zhao, it will be a rebellion against the entire village. Things will definitely not be as simple as when they dealt with Uncle Wang. At that time, in the dead of night,

The villagers, like Uncle Wang, had no time to react.

But the Uncle Zhao in front of her had already started to be wary of them, so no matter how Siling provoked him, Uncle Zhao always had a hesitant attitude. If she had a little more time, maybe things would turn around.

…

Si Ling looked towards the direction of the subway station, and saw a figure sitting on the steps. Cheng Ping came to them in the same way last time.

As he got closer to Siling, he saw clearly that Cheng Ping was sitting cross-legged at the exit of the subway station, with an unknown formation drawn with cinnabar around him.

"Cheng Ping -" Fang Muzhi looked at the formation at his feet, hesitated for a while, then seemed to have made a lot of determination, and wiped away all the formation with his hands, "Cheng Ping divided his soul into three parts. No,

This formation shows that he intends to do this, but I don't feel any breath of living soul..."

"How about we get him in first?"

Seeing Fang Muzhi shaking his head, Si Ling's heart skipped a beat. It turned out that this was the solution Cheng Ping had thought of.

Souls can't escape from this place, Cheng Ping wouldn't know it. Why would he try again by force?

"Here they are!" Lu Taoist, holding his hands behind his back, walked side by side with Uncle Zhao, "I said those two people will come too. Hey, these people, I just can't figure it out. But it's just right, it seems that we have an agreement

It can be cashed in today.”

Uncle Zhao did not follow Uncle Wang's old path. He almost dragged his whole family to the subway station.

"Don't let them run away!" Taoist Lu rushed to the front with a vigorous stride, knocking the two of them off their feet.

These animals had an absolute advantage in terms of physical strength, but she could barely manage to punch Taoist Lu twice when she took the opportunity. Since it was a matter of life and death, she naturally couldn't let Taoist Lu successfully escape.

An unknown fist hit her in the stomach hard, so she grabbed the hand and bit it. When someone came towards her, she hit her with her forehead. Sling's fight was completely unorganized.

All with a desperate attitude. The two of them kept using various facilities in the subway station to hide, and Fang Muzhi kept protecting her, but they still couldn't get out of the subway station. The two of them were obviously at the end of their rope.
Chapter completed!