Chapter 16: The Hut

Now, for the time being, they were afraid to go up the highway. After all, the highway was unobstructed and unobstructed, staying there was simply a living target. And there were quite a few trees and bushes around the highway, there were quite a lot of places to hide. "Hm? You guys see?" There was a flat, short house next to the field in front of them, and there were lights inside the house. Thus, the seven people stopped in unison. At this moment, they were about a hundred meters away from the house, and the windows of the house, silhouettes could be vaguely seen. "Go around? Or go in and take a look?" Chen Fu turned his head to look at Mo Yuan, whom he absolutely trusted. Without thinking too much, Mo Yuan replied, "Go and take a look!" Dangers were everywhere, but right now, as long as there was something that could be a clue to what constituted a path to life, one must try to explore! Qin Ziyuan was silent and did not say anything more. But he also had his own considerations, anyway, there were seven of them, and if there really was an evil spirit, the one who died wouldn't necessarily be him. It was just that Qin Xiaoxuan was not an occupant, could her death actually constitute a safe interval period? "Wait a minute." Just as he was about to walk to the front of that house, less than ten meters away, Mo Yuan walked out and said, "Now, everyone form a formation with the occupants outside and the protection target inside. Once the protection target is completely destroyed, everyone will die. This formation, is a must." "What? Don't, right?" Lin Xuan was clearly the type who wasn't very good at reading people's words, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that Chen Fu beside him had glared at him, pursed his lips, and had no choice but to keep quiet. In Lin Xuan's mind, it was definitely his own life that was the most valuable, these few protection targets, he didn't even have the luxury of being able to keep them all. Rationally, he knew that protecting the target was related to his own life, but if he died, then what was the point of it? As for the deaths of the others, it was the same old story, who cares about the flooding of the sky when I'm dead? Compared to Lin Xuan, Chen Fu was much more far-sighted. He took the initiative to respond to Mo Yuan's call to stand in front of Qin Xiaoming, and even took the initiative to let Mo Yuan stand at the back of the formation. This formation had to be designed to ensure that the Evil Spirit would not instantly kill multiple people. The apartment would have a clear control over the Evil Spirit's ability to kill people in Blood Characters, even the difficult ones, just to balance out the huge weakness of humans being powerless in front of Evil Spirits. With Lin Xuan's previous attitude, he was naturally at the forefront of the formation. If there really was an evil spirit inside the house, he would be the first to die. Of course he couldn't possibly resist, and the slightest show of dissatisfaction would have Qin Ziyuan looking over. He couldn't help but be impressed by the horrific images of the public execution of those two drug addicted occupants he had sent inside the apartment in the first place. The biggest effect of that public execution was that no one in the apartment dared to offend Qin Ziyuan head-on! He was different from the evil spirits, there would be no intervals between killings, there would be no way to live! "Qin Ziyuan you king X egg ……," Lin Xuan secretly cursed in a voice that only he could hear as he warily walked towards the house in front of him. Afterward, under Qin Ziyuan's unruffled gaze, he had no choice but to walk up and knock on the door. He raised his hand and quickly knocked on the door before immediately taking several steps back. In fact, if there really was an evil spirit inside, it was actually pointless for him to step back. A voice quickly came from inside the door, "Who is it?" The door opened, and then a middle-aged man was seen opening the door. When that middle-aged man came out, he looked at a total of seven people standing outside and froze, subconsciously scratching his cheeks with his hands as he asked, "Who are you guys?" "It's like this." Mo Yuan immediately opened his mouth, "Our car broke down, and then we found that there are lights here …… It is quite cold outside now, can you let us come in a little to get warm? We will leave after a while." "Who is it?" At this time another middle-aged woman walked out and looked at the several people in front of her and asked in confusion, "Well, what are you several people?" Qin Ziyuan took out a pack of good soft China and handed it to the middle-aged man, saying, "Uncle, have a smoke, we'll stay for a little while and leave when the towing company sends a car." Qin Ziyuan just send cigarettes do not send money, because this is in the middle of nowhere, the wealth is not exposed, otherwise it is difficult to avoid the trouble. As the old smoker Qin Ziyuan, just look at the middle-aged man when he opened his mouth the condition of his teeth and emitted bad breath can be presumed that this person is also sure to be smokers. A packet of soft Chinese price is not expensive, look at the house in front of you can be presumed that the economic situation of the owner of the house usually can not smoke such a good cigarettes. Of course, the premise is that the other party is indeed a human being. As soon as the middle-aged man saw the soft Chinese handed by Qin Ziyuan, he immediately revealed a look of surprise, it was obvious that he usually could not afford to smoke such good cigarettes, so he also made a point of checking the anti-counterfeiting mark on it. "To be had, to be had! Then you guys come in! It's quite cold outside!" Taking someone's hand was soft, so the seven people continued to enter the house according to the formation Mo Yuan had arranged. They then saw that there was an Eight Immortals table in the center of the house, with two middle-aged men sitting in front of the table, and square mahjong tiles on the table! "Just the four of you?" Qin Ziyuan said this and took out his lighter. The middle-aged man immediately unwrapped the cigarette case and pulled out one to hold in his mouth, and when Qin Ziyuan lit the lighter, he came up. After the cigarette was lit, he nodded and said, "Yes, just the four of us …… They are two of my relatives, come to be a guest, we all play a round of mahjong together, unknowingly playing to the present …… Well, good smoke ah! " However, at this time, the middle-aged man swallowed the clouds on the occasion of the fog, completely did not find in front of the face of the few residents became incredibly ugly. Another …… four people? This is a coincidence? Ghosts believe this is a coincidence! "What the hell is going on?" This time Mo Yuan also felt his head was as big as a bucket, "Four again?" Qin Ziyuan stared at the four people in front of him, feeling more and more bizarre. First those four non-mainstreamers, then four people at a table of mahjong here? The other two mahjong-playing relatives were also smoking, and the room was suddenly cloudy and choking. And one of them came up and said: "To get ah! A pack of this soft center costs nearly 70, right? I used to buy hard Chinese once in a while! Why don't you give me a drag?" After saying that, he will hand the white sand cigarettes directly extinguished in the ashtray on the mahjong table, and then reached out to ask for cigarettes. The middle-aged man let out a laugh and handed him the cigarettes. And Qin Ziyuan quickly walked up to light the cigarette and asked, "Uncle, I have a few questions I want to ask to see ……" "It's fine! You ask!" Qin Ziyuan lowered his posture to personally light the man's cigarette, and the latter naturally and bashfully slapped his chest. "Next to this highway recently …… has anything strange happened ah?" "Strange things ……" The man smoked a mouthful of cigarettes, and after thinking about it, said, "What strange things?" And at this time that open the door of the middle-aged man said, "must say strange things …… tonight this highway is too quiet point. Usually even in the early hours of the morning this, there are often cars passing by. But today it's quiet as hell, not a single car ……"