Is it your real name?

Bai Gang was a little skeptical.

But suspicion is suspicion, and people always give a name, so in the days to come, call him Mo Xiao.

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After dinner, because the time was too late, the three of them stayed in the small hotel for one night, each with a room.

Xi Gang is Bai Gang's key protection object, so her room is between Bai Gang and Mo Xiao.

In this way, if something happened to her, no matter which wall was hit, someone would come to her.

Of course, this is just prevention.

Bai Gang doesn't think there is any danger in such a small restaurant.

The washed Xi Yan sat on the bed and wiped his hair with a towel.

She turned on the TV but didn't watch it, she was thinking about what the role of this plane was.

Xiaoyiyi said that he would not know until he entered the tomb. Is it necessary to keep alive from the tomb while maintaining Bairou's design?

As Xi Xi thought about things, there was a subtle sound in the floor.

It's like someone's nails are scraped on it.

It was only Xi Xi who was driving the TV that the sound inside the TV covered this subtle sound.

Gradually, this sound became louder and louder than the sound of television before being heard by Xi.

Xi Zheng looked at the direction of the sound, and saw that the floor seemed to be raised.

The small hotel room was renovated many years ago. It is not surprising that the floor quality is not good.

This sound seems to be a rat in the broken floor.

It would be very annoying to hear such a sound while sleeping.

Xi Xi decided to trample the mouse inside.

She set aside her towel and wiped her slippers over.

A decisive and stubborn step on the faintly shaking bump--

Suddenly, a blast of cold came from the ankle, and a rotten black hand grasped Xi An's ankle tightly!

Before Xi Xi made a sound, she was dragged into the ground by this hand.

The speed of decline was so fast that Xi Xi could not open his eyes to see what the scene was.

But even if she could open her eyes, she couldn't see clearly, because it was dark.

Xi Zheng used the other foot to kick the hand on the ankle, but she found that this was actually a broken hand!

In other words, there is nothing but one hand!

But how did this hand pull her down from the ground and keep pulling it down?

It didn't bother her too long that she reached the end.

Suddenly flying out of the long martyrdom, Xi Yan's entire person directly hit the pile of hay because of inertia.

Fortunately, the thickness of the hay was thick enough to be equivalent to a rescue cushion, so everything was normal except that her ankle was a little painful.

Climbing up, Xi Yan glanced down.

The broken hand that pulled her down was gone, but there was a clear black handprint on the ankle, proving that what was just now was real.

Now that it has disappeared, Xi Xi will temporarily disregard the broken hand.

She surveyed the place.

She dropped for so long just now. It turned out not to be the role of a broken hand, but to this narrow martyrdom.

This gangway is like a slide, digging from Xi's room all the way down to the ground, as long as people fall, they will continue to slide down, and finally reach this place.

It's no longer dark here, with long bright lights hanging on the walls.

just--

Although I don't know how deep it is, Xi Yan can probably estimate that the time she fell down was at least ten seconds.

How do these lights stay on all the time?

Does anyone keep coming to fuel the lamp?