What a deep hole.

Hongliu didn't answer, just looked at her and asked, "What do you say?"

Wutong looked at this unfathomable cave, suddenly gasped, his body trembled involuntarily, and he shrank and said:

I thought that beneath this mysterious and bottomless cavern must be some terrible monster, or a terrible and extremely difficult enemy.

Just now, the reason why the old witch deliberately said that was to bring us in, and then annihilate us in one fell swoop, yes, it must be like this.

Hongliu smiled.

Wutong said: What are you laughing at?

Hongliu's brows furrowed, as if a layer of frost had fallen on the blue waves, and his voice fell silent, but then he stretched out again, as if he was comforting Wutong, and as if he was comforting himself, and said:

Although the old goblin pretended to be weak and innocent in front of us, if she wanted to deal with us, her martial arts would be more than enough.

If she really wanted to kill us, it wouldn't take ten moves, and we would have to fall, so she would never use this stupidest and most laborious method, but she didn't kill us, but led us here, there must be some kind of purpose.

Whatever the trap beneath, now that we're here, we're about to break through, and even more so now we can't even turn back.

Sycamore still doesn't understand.

She looked down again, and there was still no bottom below, and the wind blowing from below whistled like a call from hell.

Wutong couldn't help but shudder and said, "Oh, I see, the reason why she didn't kill us was because her son didn't die at all, right?"

Hongliu couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then, gently wrapping her waist with her hand, said lightly in the most relaxed tone:

Hehe, you, what a stupid and cute child, if that black and white cigarette hadn't died by now, then I'm afraid I'd have died a long time ago.

I think the old goblin didn't kill us because the brothers weren't her sons at all, they were just killers she had cultivated.

Perhaps from the moment you enter this inn, you have already discovered that this lonely smoke inn is the only way to the gold-throwing villa.

Those tycoons who went to the Golden Throwing Villa to gamble, even if they did not lose all their money in the Golden Throwing Villa, but returned with a full load of gold and silver, when they passed by here again, they would definitely disappear for no reason.

Their people are dead, then, of course, the silver they won will belong to the proprietress Qingyan here, but to do this kind of thing, of course, you need help.

I think that the black and white Shuangyan brothers are probably the orphans she adopted since childhood, so when they grew up, they began to help Qingyan do this kind of business.

The reason why they didn't dare to do it when those tycoons went up the mountain was probably because they had some kind of agreement with the Golden Throwing Villa, or they were afraid of the powerful power of the Golden Throwing Villa.

And after the tycoons who passed through this place were brutally killed by them, because there was no poison to destroy the corpses such as "Three Days of Floating Life", they made the corpses of those people into human meat buns.

It is said that on one occasion, a person who stayed here actually ate a person's fingernails from a bun, and someone ate hair from it.

And those leftover bones were all thrown into this big hole under our feet at this moment, so this hole is also called the Soul Burial Cave.

Speaking of this, Hongliu suddenly turned around and made a grimace at Wutong with his teeth and claws, and the wind was gusting, even more ghostly than a ghost.

Sycamore was really startled by her sudden attack, and under her intimidation, her body shook back suddenly, and she almost didn't lose her foot and fell.

After she stabilized her body balance, she was still a little frightened, looked at the red willow, and then looked at the endless abyss under her feet, patted her chest, and kept panting: Scared me to death, I swear, from now on, I will never eat steamed buns again, especially meat buns.

Hongliu smiled at him narrowly, and said in a deep voice: You seem to be used to running the rivers and lakes, how can you be afraid, it is said that the more afraid of death, the more you will die first.

Wutong looked at the oil lamps that vibrated like ghostly fires on both sides of the ladder, still in shock, and then, with a long breath, wow-wow-wow, exclaimed:

I'm afraid because I'm a woman, as long as it's a woman, when you hear this kind of thing, you'll be afraid, aren't you afraid when you just heard it?

Hongliu smiled and said, "I'm not only afraid, but when I just heard these things, I vomited for three days and three nights, and since then, I haven't eaten steamed buns, not even meat."

Wutong casually picked up an oil lamp on the handrail next to him, and then, touching the ropes that connected the planks of the ladder next to him, his face suddenly changed, and he said with a smile: Hey, you let me walk behind you, aren't you scared at all?

Hongliu seemed to be very calm, and said: What are you afraid of?

Wutong shook the rope on the rope ladder, and all the oil lamps placed on it shook around, like a poisonous snake that had just woken up and spit out a letter, and was swimming around waiting to choose someone to eat.

Then, she shook the oil lamp in her hand at the rope, made it look like it was about to burn, sneered, and said in a deep voice:

If I put this oil lamp underneath and burn the rope, then you will surely fall down without hesitation when the rope ladder breaks.

As you saw just now, this hole is simply unfathomable, and no one knows whether it will be a pile of bones or an even more vicious trap underneath it.

I think that if you fall, even if you don't fall to your death, you will definitely be eaten by the monsters or other things hidden there, aren't you afraid?

Hearing this, Hongliu not only did not show a frightened look, but even laughed, and even took the oil lamp in Wutong's hand and really put it under the rope and burned it.

Wutong was stunned for a moment, as if he had seen a ghost, and quickly snatched the oil lamp back into its place, and said loudly: Hey, hey, you're crazy, we'll fall together.

Hongliudao: Actually, I have long seen that you can't burn.

Wutong seemed a little strange and said: Why?

Hongliu sneered, and then, lightly pinched her face, looking like a rotten girl who specializes in molesting women from good families, and said slowly:

Because I know that although you say that the fast knife is invincible, in fact, in your heart, you really want to try whether the medicinal properties of this "floating three days" can put him down.

Because now you suddenly find that there are more and more people who covet the flawless hands of the quick knife direction, Qingyan, I, it seems that everyone is very interested in his hands.

Although you still have a little interest in his person, in order to prevent his hand from being snatched by other women, you have to take a risk.