"They just stay here or guide guests and do nothing else."

If women like No. 13 are forced to be locked up here to live such a miserable life, then these black and white men are voluntarily and proactively staying here.

Boss Cao thought to himself: "These rats stay in the dark all year round and are familiar with the terrain. Even if I have a gun in my hand, I may not be able to hit them. What should I do? I don't know if Brother Xiaoyong is awake."

"You can't escape them"

Boss Cao believed that this sentence was true, so he turned to ask: "When will the banquet start?"[

"It's always at noon and this time will be no exception."

"Okay." Even though Boss Cao had all kinds of strategies in his mind, he could only restrain himself in the face of such a situation. He sighed: "Since I am a guest at the banquet, it is very likely that I will be asked to attend. Then I will have a good meeting with you." Let’s see who the so-called owner of this place is.”

If they hadn't met the ghost ship, Boss Cao and Qu Yong had returned to Qingdao. Maybe they could have had a bottle of Tsingtao beer and a roadside barbecue. Why would they be trapped in such a mouse hole?

Time passes fast or slowly, noon is still here

The two groups of black and white often seemed to have timers on their bodies. When the time was up, they stood up without hesitation and walked into their respective stone rooms to bring out their respective guests.

Qu Yong didn't dare to be slow. He led Hei Chang into the stone room, took out his fake self, and then followed them slowly.

At this moment, the woman No. 13 suddenly screamed. She threw herself at the iron door and hissed: "Take me away. I know you will never come back after you leave. Take me away now."

This scream is like the she-wolf of the doomsday hitting people's hearts, so desperate and sad

Boss Cao's body was obviously shaken, but he didn't look back or make a sound. In fact, both he and she knew in their hearts that Boss Cao would never come back after walking out of this door.

With Boss Cao's calmness and rationality, he will never bring a burden.

This was originally just a scream of "dying".

But someone moved. Qu Yong fluttered his arms and threw away the two people he was holding. He leapt towards the back of Hei Chang from the group in front.

He took action not for his own freedom but for human dignity.

People shouldn't be trapped like wild beasts. People should only have dignity and dignity. If she didn't shout, maybe Qu Yong could hold back and not take action. But Boss Cao promised her that Boss Cao wouldn't do anything and Qu Yong would do it.

They are friends. If friends can't do anything, I can do it.

As soon as Qu Yong made a move, the wind roared and the tiger roared. The black and white in front of him were so sensitive. They had already caught Qu Yong's tiger attack with their backhand palms. Then they kicked off their hind legs, "rabbit kicks eagle", and they all kicked on Qu Yong's lower abdomen.

Maybe this ordinary martial arts is not very high, but in the dark, other people's skills are compromised, only they are even more powerful.

"Brother Xiaoyong, are you okay?"

Qu Yong held his stomach and retched for a while, reluctantly saying: "I'm fine" [

The black and white often "talked" to each other in a way that others could not understand. One of them said slowly in a voice as dry as a dry bamboo: "It's not stupid to cooperate."

Speaking seems to be extremely difficult for him, but his meaning is finally expressed. It should be to persuade Qu Yong not to do so-called resistance and cooperate with them.

"No," Boss Cao also advised: "Trust me."

"Okay" The two kicks were so heavy that Qu Yong lost his ability to move in a short period of time. He had failed.

This group of black and white has often gone to wake up the companions who were knocked unconscious by Qu Yong. The communication between them is noisy. Their hands are in their sleeves. One by one, they know what is going on. It is a bit similar to the sign language of the deaf-mute, but this is obviously more

the secret

This was just a small episode. As if nothing had happened, Bai Chang slowly led Qu Yong and the others towards the hall in front.

There was a banquet waiting for them there

Because they were delayed for a while, the party actually seemed to have started when they arrived.

The reason why I say that seems to be because there is no light in this hall except for a little fire. It is really a little fire and it can't illuminate anything except the chair. The owner of this place calculated it very accurately.

Therefore, the secrets of the people here must be well kept. No one knows what he bought. The darkness gives them a perfect psychological protection.

Qu Yong was led by Hei Heichang to a stone table and sat down. There were many people sitting around this table. Qu Yong calculated that if there were ten passages and there were three people in each passage like them, then there would also be people sitting here now.

Thirty people, no one knows who they are, this scene is really horrifying to think about.

There are two people sitting on the stone chairs under the light. They are back to back. One is facing everyone, the other is facing away from everyone. Facing everyone is a short-haired man wearing a glittering robe and a glittering mask on his face. His tone is also

Cold and hard as metal

"The presence of all of you has really made this little Yama Palace shine. It's my honor to meet you. I really hope that everyone can come back with a full and worthwhile trip."

"The Hall of the King of Hell" Qu Yong felt a chill in his heart that someone would give such a name to his place and thought to himself: "Then he is not the King of Hell, and he is the "Double King" enshrined in the captain's room of the ghost ship."

The golden man, King of Hell, advised him to drink: "You all, please don't be polite. Please drink up the cup in front of you."

""

“Good wine”

Everyone sitting there responded politely.

Qu Yong couldn't see anything, so he could only touch around the table, but he couldn't find any wine glass or even the dishes.

It’s really funny and sad that these people still talk about “good wine” even though they can’t drink.

"I have wine"

At this time, Boss Cao said loudly [

"Really?" The Golden King of Hell thought about hearing different voices and said, "Who is the ghost soldier responsible for this guest?"

The black and white pair standing behind the table "at" often stand out from the crowd.

The golden king of hell reprimanded sternly: "Why don't you serve this guest wine?"

"Convicted"

The black and white pair often retreated and quickly walked in. Qin Ting, where Boss Cao had been working hard, seemed to have taken a cup and placed it on the stone table. Then they both snorted in their noses, and finally there was the sound of a knife cutting through the skin.

The blood gushes out of the body happily and pours into the cup

The cup fills up quickly

The golden King of Hell advised again: "Please drink, Xiao Wang. I feel guilty for neglecting my duty."

How could he drink this cup if it was full of human blood? Boss Cao’s casual words had already brought him a lot of trouble, and the cruelty that this black and white man treated him had completely suffocated everyone present.

It can be said that no one here dares to say that they have blood on their hands, and some dare to pat their chests and say that they kill people without blinking an eye. But to cut oneself without blinking an eyelid, release a cup of blood, and invite others to drink this kind of cruelty is simply inhuman.

"Does this guest think this glass of wine is not good?" The Golden King of Hell saw that Boss Cao had not drank for a long time and said: "Well, you can have another drink."

Replacing another cup means cutting yourself again and letting out a cup of blood.

"No need"

Boss Cao suddenly raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The blood is salty all the way to my heart.

"Boss" Qu Yong couldn't believe that Boss Cao would actually drink this glass of blood wine.

Boss Cao wiped his lips and said, "Trust me in everything I do."

"Okay." There was a hint of appreciation in the cold and affectionate voice of the Golden King of Hell.

He said that the person who had been leaning against him had a low chuckle and said: "You say he is good because he is ruthless enough and can endure at such a young age. His future is limitless."

The speaker is actually a female voice. Their backs are close together. If you look closely at them, you will find that they are wearing a custom-made one-piece golden dress. From the back of the chest to the waist,

together with

The male King of Hell said: "Didn't we agree that you can't speak in front of outsiders?"

"He's my good brother." The female King of Hell sneered again and actually stopped talking.

"This wine doesn't taste good." Boss Cao felt that his mouth was full of blood. He wanted to wash his mouth ten thousand times with water. But he had water and could only distract himself by talking.

"oh"

Boss Cao said: "If a banquet can't even serve wine well, how can its style be high?"

"Really?" the male King of Hell also said with great interest: "Then what kind of wine do you want to serve to be stylish?"

Boss Cao said: "Since this is the Palace of the King of Hell, we must serve the King of Hell wine instead of the little ghost wine."

"King of Hell Wine"

Since the little ghost wine is the blood of the little ghost, then the king of hell wine is the blood of the king of hell.

“You want to try it”

"Thinking about it so bad"

"Okay, I'll give it to you." The male King of Hell actually agreed. He rolled up one of his sleeves and someone had already given him a shining golden ox-knife. He was about to cut his own blood.

"Wait a minute." Boss Cao stood up again and said, "I want to pour the wine myself."

The male King of Hell became more and more interested and said curiously: "You pour the wine"

Boss Cao walked over slowly and said as he walked: "You have to pour the wine by yourself, just like you have to peel the crabs by yourself, otherwise it will lose some flavor."

The male King of Hell was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "You took the knife and played the game of Jing Ke stabbing the King of Qin."

Boss Cao's footsteps stopped, and these words hit his mark. He originally thought that he would be able to catch the thief and capture the king all of a sudden, but now that his thoughts were broken by someone, he sighed.

"Why are you sighing?"

"I'm sighing, why don't you be the roundworm in other people's stomachs?" Boss Cao actually admitted his thoughts in one breath.

"Hahaha"
Chapter completed!