ng human lives."Sister Hong, what if we can't get out What if we die down here in this underground river" I wiped the blood from my nose.A mole didn't answer."Hong Jie""Sister Hong"I strained to get u...So far, many people have been involved in this matter. Xiaozhu introduced it earlier and said that the Owl Woman is a descendant of the small mouth Jin clan, not surnamed Zhu but surnamed Wen, named Wen Yun.

A woman in her twenties, a pheasant-wife who was considered stunningly beautiful back then, it seems that many skilled individuals have gathered around Xiao Zhu's side this time.

At this moment, the dungeon cover was lifted from above.

"Go down!"

"Honestly, if you run again, hehe, look at what happened to your friend just now"

The researcher, with messy hair, was pushed from the ladder by someone. Then, the person on top threw down a burlap sack.

The bag was round and sack-like, with an unknown contents inside. It rolled several times after landing and stopped beside Dr. An.

Bah.

That man spat in our direction, then replaced the lid.

"How are you Are you hurt" She was so high up, she had been pushed off the ladder. I was worried, so I ran over to help her up.

The researcher kept repeating the phrase: "We shouldn't have run, we shouldn't have run."

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"Yun Feng, you go talk to her. She's frightened."

Hongjie shook her head after looking at An's appearance.

I know this woman is timid, so I reassured her in a soft voice: “Look, it’s me. Don’t be afraid. Where did your two companions go”

Five minutes later, her eyes cleared somewhat.

She trembled, pointing at the burlap sack that had been tossed down from above.

I glanced suspiciously at the sack and carefully walked over to untie it.

Inside, there's another layer of plastic wrap. I touched it with my hand and could only feel that it was a spherical object.

"What is this" I propped up the mouth of the bag, squinting in the dim light.

"What is it, Yunfeng" Hongjie asked, seeing me frozen.

Taking two hesitant steps back, I stuttered in terror, "H-h-heads... heads!"

"It's Lao Xu's head!"

Maybe my words provoked Dr. An, as she now kept shaking her head and muttering: "It's our turn next, it's our turn next, we're going to be next..."

"Where's Li Zheng!"

"Dead, dead, all dead," Researcher An sat down on the ground in pain, her eyes wide with terror, as if she had seen something horrifying.

“A living person, just a few hours ago he was fine....” I saw Dr. Li Zheeng in my mind’s eye. This man had made a promise to me, saying that if we both survived, he would go to Times Square in Causeway Bay, Hong Kong, and wait for me.

Unexpectedly, after a few moments, it...

Hong Jie asked the researcher in a low voice, "I ask you, who killed these two people Was it Xiao Jian Tou He went to so much trouble to find you and even spent money and effort to transport so many medical instruments here. Yes, you were afraid and ran away, but even then, you are still useful to him. How could you have killed them"

"Could it be..." Hong Jie looked at Researcher An with suspicion and asked, "Could there be something more to their deaths"

"You must know something!"

"Speak quickly!"

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything, I didn't see anything. Please, just don't ask me anymore..." Researcher An kept pulling at his hair, a big clump coming out with each pull.

In the darkness, Hong Jie got up.

She crouched down in front of Dr. An.

Look at me.

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An researcher’s eyes looked up in a daze.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Hongjie used all her strength, slapping her three resounding slaps in a row.

The slap sounded loud, I could hear it and feel the pain.

The researcher's mouth was bleeding from the beating.

Hong Jie said coldly, "Have you woken up If it's still not enough, I don't mind helping to bring a few more rounds."

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With blood trickling from the corner of his beaten mouth, Researcher An whimpered, "It was the medicine, it was the body, the body bit Old Xu to death, it was the body soaking in water."

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"Be specific! What kind of medicine! What corpse! Whose corpse is it!" Hong Jie relentlessly scolded in a harsh voice.

I instinctively reached into my pocket, feeling the icy coldness.

Taking it out, it was a glass bottle filled with light blue liquid.

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