The old man picked up the dusty cloth on the ground and was ready to go out.

Shen Moxin sat on the edge of the bed and stopped him.

"Miss Shen Da, what else do you have to tell?" the old man asked respectfully.

Shen Mo core threw a small white medicine bag to the old man. The old man was unclear and opened it. He saw the black powder and he did not dare to touch it.

"This is..." the old man asked.

"You don't have to be afraid, this is soft gluten, no poison."

The old man was relieved, carefully wrapped up the soft gluten powder, and asked: "Miss Shen Da gave me soft gluten, I want to take the two people who just rushed to you?"

Shen Moxin said with sinister poison: "Not the two monks, but all the people except Nanhua."

The old man put the soft gluten into the dilapidated arms. He understood that Shenmo was to throw those people down and only take "Nanhua Jun" to go out. Those who were left behind could never go out.

The old man knows that staying will be more desperate than death. It is simply a human purgatory. It will never go out, and there is no food. In the end, it can only kill each other, eat the body of a companion, and live on it.

He can live to this day, eating the carrion, so all the wooden buildings are all white bones, because the carrion is eaten by him.

Miss Shen Jiada, the means is cruel and vicious.

The old man did not hesitate and immediately agreed: "I can be your slave and help you, but my lady, my only request is to take me out."

He was fed up with this ghost place, what treasure, he didn't want it, he just wanted to leave.

Shen Moxin smiled coldly: "Of course, you are my slave, I will not treat you badly."

After a pause, she added another sentence: "Don't give them soft ribs so quickly, wait until you find the treasure. When we leave, give them the soft ribs. You don't have to be afraid to inhale soft gluten, as long as you succeed. I will give you the antidote, I can't give it to you now, because I am afraid that they will find out that the repairs of several of them are not low. Anyone taking the medicine is not good for us. Do you understand? ?"

How can the old man doubt Shen Jinxin?

He nodded immediately: "It makes sense for the owner to do it. I believe in the master."

Shen Moxin is very satisfied with the old man. His eyes are flashing with sin. When he enters here, it represents death. She just lie to the old man to help her, and really thought she would take him out?

Shen did not need such waste, and she would not let "Nanhua Jun" know that she used the old man to start Xiao Yu.

Shen Moxin was very proud of her plan. She waved her hand and said: "This lady is tired, I have to rest, go out!"

The old man retired respectfully. He was convinced of Shen Moxin’s words. After he quit, his pale eyes looked at the bright moon in the sky, and the misty tears came out. His hands kept shaking, and he never dreamed of him. I can see today and see the day of hope.

"Mother and wife, you are waiting for me at home, waiting for me, I will definitely come back." The old man trembled in the heart of the moon.

Xiao Yu was taken to a room by Feng Lingran.

There is a pile of "ghostfire" lying on the ground.

Feng Lingran with a wave of his hand and waved those "ghost fires" to the table closest to the bed. The blue phosphorescent light shrouded the bed in a gloomy atmosphere.

There was a layer of ash on the bed, and I could still see the quilt covered by ash. Someone used to sleep here.

The owner may be the pile of "ghostfire."

Xiao Yu has experienced Kyushu City and was once brought to the blood by slaves. Everything in front of him seems to be pediatric. However, she is a pregnant woman after all, and she is not comfortable with this environment of cohabitation with the dead.

When Xiao Yu wanted to propose not to sleep here, Feng Ling released her.

A bang.

The sound of cracked wooden boards.

Xiao Yu saw Feng Lingran holding a board of the same size as the bed board and placed it on the bed.

He took off his robes and laid them on the boards, then turned and hugged her.

"You are sinking." Feng Ling suddenly said, black squatting up and down her circle, her beautiful face, no change in fat, he touched her waist and concluded: "No You are sinking, it is a child."

Xiao Yu, he thought he was too fat, and he heard him say the child, she was hugged by him in his arms, no struggle, and did not refuse to be taken to bed by him.

There are white bones everywhere, there is no clean room, even if there is, so late, it is impossible to find one.

She just doesn't care about herself and she has to take care of her children. Therefore, she needs rest and make up her spirit.

"How old is the child? Do you feel that he "she" is heavy? Is your hand an electronic scale?" Xiao Yu said.

"Electronic scale? What is that?" After Feng Lingran put her down, she lifted her foot to the bed and asked, while solving her coat.

Xiao Yu reached out and stopped him. He blushes: "What are you doing? This bed is not strong, don't break it."