Seeing the spinning staircase so high, Sun Desheng stuck out his tongue and said, "It's not that I said, I couldn't have thought it was so high. Just say, brother, you are holding the fireball, but it's only a minute. From here to below, there are two or three hundred meters..."

When Sun Desheng was speaking, Che Qianzi reached out and shook the stairs made of rebar. Then he said to Fatty Sun: "Fatty, this section is stable... But I don't know what is going on below, and your weight is also a problem. Otherwise, you stay on top first, and I'll send you a signal after going down, and you can get down..."

After hearing what Che Qianzi said, Sun Desheng shook his head repeatedly and said, "Brother, this is not possible. According to brother, Lazi, Xiaozi, and you have the chance to go to the underground palace together, as long as you are dispersed with you, you will most likely be in trouble. Now forty years ago, Boss Gao didn't care about me. If something really happens, then brother, I will definitely explain here..."

Seeing that Sun Desheng did not dare to wait alone, Che Qianzi had to walk down the stairs by himself, and after confirming that a certain distance was safe, then let Fat Sun get down...

At that moment, Cheqianzi walked down the stairs first. The stairs were nailed to the walls by rebars, but it may be because people often go up and down from here. Several rebars nailed to the walls were already loose. If Cheqianzi walked down, the stairs were shaking, as if they could fall down at any time...

Fortunately, the first one to get off was in the front of the car. After he found a loose position, he fixed the rebar with his bare hands. Seeing that there was something shaking hard, he even shot a fireball and melted the steel bars into the gaps in the wall.

In this way, Sun Desheng came to a steady pace, but his speed of walking slowed down. Seeing that he had been walking for half an hour and had not yet reached halfway, Fat Sun was a little anxious. He said to the front of the car that was still fixing the rebar: "Brother, stop tossing. This staircase should have been coming and going, and it should be able to withstand my brother. Don't end up going down safely. Bai Wuqiu's slumber was volcanic pit..."

Che Qianzi had long felt that Moji was just worried about Sun Desheng's safety, so he kept busy. Now he heard Fat Sun say that there was no problem, so he let go of his hands and feet and quickly slipped out to the ground...

The little Taoist priest accelerated and distanced himself from Sun Desheng. Just as he vaguely saw the ground, Sun Desheng on his head suddenly said "Ouch!", and then the entire staircase made of rebar began to shake violently.

Seeing the stairs start to sway left and right violently, Sun Desheng screamed on it. The stairs in the car Qianzi wanted to go up and help him, and most of the stairs above had already broken off from the wall and could fall down anytime and anywhere.

Just as the car Qianzi looked up, he saw several vague figures appearing above Sun Desheng's head. These figures looked like spiders, and their bodies were pressed against the wall. One figure took action to pull out the rebar of the fixed stairs. The remaining two figures were shaking the stairs violently. Fatty Sun screamed below, panicked, but he didn't notice that there were more figures on his head...

Before the car Qianzi could think too much, he reached out to the figure who was still pulling the rebar to shoot a fireball. The fireball was fast and fast, and the figure had no time to dodge. After being hit by the fireball, he screamed and turned into a fireman and fell from the sky. The remaining figures hurriedly separated to prevent the little Taoist from hitting the second fireball.

Seeing a fire man falling from above, Sun Desheng realized that someone was above his head. He took out his pistol, covered him and fired several shots on his head...

Hearing four or five gunshots, Che Qianzi said to Sun Desheng: "Fatty, it's useless! You can't see anything, you hurt yourself when the bullet rebounds..."

Before the little Taoist priest could finish his words, he suddenly heard two screams from above Sun Desheng's head, and then he saw two figures falling from above...

The fat man's luck was so unlucky that he actually hit two people. Just when the two thought the crisis was temporarily lifted, a "rustling..." sound came from Sun Desheng's head. It sounded like a large group of crabs appeared on the top of his head, walking down the wall...

Hearing the rustling sound getting closer, Che Qianzi raised his left hand and rubbed his fingers along the top of his head. Then a huge electric arc burst out from the cracks of his fingers, like a silver-white electric dragon, rushing towards the position above the two of them. The position they passed was instantly shining like daytime...

Taking advantage of this moment of light, Sun Desheng and others saw countless figures lying on the wall. The figures looked like people from afar, but the little Taoist priest saw that their faces had no facial features. It was like a silly son from the underworld, with a head with a salted duck egg and almost naked, gathering on both sides of the stairs above Sun Desheng's head...

No wonder Sun Desheng was able to capture two figures just now. This figure has nothing to do with gunfire and luck. It is really impossible to capture two figures with such a dense amount...

At this time, these figures began to shake the stairs like iron cages again. Sun Desheng screamed in shock. Before he could raise his gun to shoot again, the stairs had been "pulled" from the wall by these figures, and they were broken into several pieces. The broken stairs smashed down to the ground...

At this time, Sun Desheng was no longer smart. His eyes turned black and his body was thrown from the stairs. He fell to the ground...

Just when Fatty Sun thought he would die, he suddenly grabbed the collar of his clothes with one hand. Che Qianzi grabbed Sun Desheng and wanted to pull him back into the stairs.

Unfortunately, Sun Desheng's weight was too heavy. Not only did Che Qianzi not pull his body back into the stairs, the rebar fixed on the stairs he was on also broke away from the wall and smashed straight towards the ground...

The little Taoist priest grabbed the falling stair railing beside him with one hand, and grabbed Sun Desheng's clothes with the other hand. As the stairs were about to hit the ground, the little Taoist priest suddenly let go of the hand holding the stair railing... Then he hugged Fatty Sun and fell to the ground...
Chapter completed!