“Chenghui, 500 yuan,” Juan Mu looked at Ling Ling and saw the other party smiling.
…
Fang Mu felt like he was in a dream, but the weight and feel of the hammer in his hand told him that he was experiencing an adventure.
Fang Mu wanted to look back at the forest he came out of, but realized that there was no way back. The forest was no longer there, but he was back in a dark, deep cave, surrounded by the sounds of frogs and toads ing and going. .
Thinking about how to use the hammer, and also thinking about the hammer cutting into seven holes, Fang Mu suddenly felt cold, but he gritted his teeth and thought: Even if I go back in time for some reason in the future, at least now I won't die next time, so it's okay even if I really dig seven holes. , right? "
Fan Mu raised the hammer and pointed the head of the nail at his eyes. After thinking, he pointed it towards his left ear.
In the darkness, I could hear the sound of breathing being faster and faster.
when!
Along with the sound of metal colliding, the sound of flesh and blood shattering echoed at the same time, and a heartbreaking scream echoed through the black cave...
Even after Juan Mu left, the three staff members at the forest hut were still not satisfied with what Ling Ling had said. The woman in white, Chen Xiaolin, asked Ling Ling curiously. “President, do you want to continue what I just told you about the chaos monster?”
"Yes." Linlin, who was leisurely drinking tea, took a sip and nodded slightly.
“Can I ask what happened next?” Chen Xiaolin asked curiously. Although he died as a human being, his curiosity as a reporter continued.
An emotional Linlin said: "What else can I do? I killed my friendly neighbors and friends with my own hands. They are crazy."
Chen Xiaolin was a little surprised when he heard this. I didn't expect the gods to have such glass hearts, but will they continue to go crazy?
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