The first big wine jar was not a side object, but a few naked arms. The arms that broke from the human body were separated from the body, and there was a fishy feeling at the joint.

There are more than one, there are several arms.

Just like wine making, being brewed in this big wine jar makes people feel indescribable.

This is the hand of their companions.

Ye Xingxun quickly recovered, with a little undetectable charm on his face, "Oh, it's a hand."

She said, and the charming cheongsam turned back and walked towards the small attic on the rooftop.

"You go through the other wine jars and I'll go inside to take a look." Ye Xingxun left Brother Liu without saying anything.

The first wine jar is filled with such "bloody" limbs, so it is not difficult to imagine what the second and third wine jars contain.

Ye Xingxun didn't want to see these unlucky things, so he threw them all to Brother Liu.

Brother Liu, who was transferred by Ye Xingxun, felt speechless to refute. In order to finish these things before the old lady came back, he had to nod, "Okay."

Take all these tasks.

......

Ye Xingxun walked to the only small building on the rooftop. She was not in a hurry to open the door, but turned sideways and stretched her hand to her back.

From the waist of her cheongsam, she took out her commonly used weapon, the red fan, and held it in her five fingers.

The other hand pushed open the door of the small attic on the rooftop.

"Squeak."

Like the second-floor room where several players live, when the door of the rooftop small loft is opened, a harsh sound of opening the door will also make.

Fortunately, the people on the first floor were extinguishing the fire, and the old lady should have been tripped by Gu Heng at this moment.

The sound will not spread.

Ye Xingxun no longer hesitated and pushed the door straight in.

Boom boom boom boom.

A stream of dust that was shattering the sky was driven by the open door and flew up, and the dust swept across her body.

Pungent and harsh.

After a burst of ashes, Ye Xingxun saw the structure in the room clearly.

In front of it is a low bed, and a large camphor wood box is placed next to the low bed.

When women got married in ancient times, their parents would have a pair of dowry boxes for storing clothes. This camphor wood box is a product of sublimation. It is more exquisite and perfect than the large boxes in ancient times.

It is not surprising that you can see such a camphor wood box in this noodle restaurant with ancient charm.

It is in line with the charm of the times.

And here, there is nothing else around except the white wall.

Ye Xingxun looked around and didn't even let go of the bottom of the bed. He searched the thin slits on the white wall, but found nothing.

Just as she stood up and was about to open the camphor wood box that was enough to reach the height of an adult's thigh.

"Ahem, cough..."

An old and old voice came from the inside of the camphor wood box.

The sound was very light, with a slight uncontrollable cough.

Ye Xingxun's eyes moved slightly. She stepped forward in two steps and opened the top of the camphor wood box without hesitation.

What caught my eye was an elderly lady. The old lady was already old and curled up in the camphor wood box. She choked and coughed wildly by the uncomfortable air in the box.

But that's not the point.

The point is that the old lady locked in the camphor wood box looks exactly the same as the old lady in the noodle shop NPC!

To be more precise, the meaning is that the old lady locked in the camphor wood box has exactly the same face as the NPC who was fooled by Gu Heng and others downstairs.
Chapter completed!