As soon as they came in, they began to quarrel with each other, one said one, the other had to say two, and then, for some reason, they quarreled again, saying that they wanted to compete.

As soon as they finished speaking, one of the guests standing beside them suddenly fell to the ground, and the man who spoke like a devil said to the man who was like an angel, "If you can cure the poison from this man, then you are right."

Later, they walked out with the poisoned guest, and no one knew whether the poison on the guest's body had been removed, but someone watched them enter the Golden Throwing Villa after leaving the inn.

According to the description of the people in the casino at the time, they did gamble, and not only did they lose all the large sums of jewelry they brought, but they also gave away their own lives.

And judging by the way the two of them dressed and how they like to talk when they talk in my memory, if I'm right, they should be the double drug slaves.

It is said that these two medicine slaves were twin brothers, with diametrically opposite personalities, and they were not convinced by each other, one liked to develop poisons, and the other liked to detoxify.

I think that since these two medicine slaves have already lost their lives in the Golden Throwing Villa, then their "three days of floating life" will naturally become a vain waiting.

If that's the case, it seems that I really have to find a good place for you to talk to, oh no, I'd better find a good place for myself, then the quick knife is not afraid of poison, but I will get dizzy when I see poison.

Wutong looked at the corpses of the two brothers lying on the ground, and then looked at Qingyan, who was talking and laughing freely, as if he was very unaccustomed to her unusually calm attitude, and "hummed" fiercely, and said: In my opinion, you'd better find a place where no one knows about it and die.

Hongliu smiled mysteriously, looked at the precise layout of the inn, and said: Sister, don't worry, she is a veteran in this area.

Qingyan smiled and said: Although I am a veteran in this field, when I am doing things that lack morality, I also like to be upright and honest, and I don't like to close the door.

Having said that, she suddenly got up and closed the door of the shop, which was tightly closed, and the already dark inn was even more gloomy as a blade, filled with the smell of the storm before the storm.

Then, the light suddenly turned on, Qingyan held the oil lamp, slowly turned around, and said coldly to the two of them: However, I want to make an exception this time.

Hongliu looked at her and said, "What's the matter?"

Qingyan shook his head, placed the oil lamp on a table in the corner of the room, then got up, grabbed the latch behind the last door, and twisted it slightly.

Then, there was a "bang", and the table with the oil lamp suddenly moved to the corner, and a large hole suddenly appeared in the ground.

Qingyan shrugged his eyebrows slightly towards the hole of the black beast that seemed to have its mouth wide open, and said coldly to the red willow and the sycamore:

Come in, you two, don't you want to find a place where no one is there to talk to alone, I can assure you that this place is secret and calm, and no one will know about it, and no one will eavesdrop on it.

Even if you both die inside, no one will find out, and I'm sure you'll never find a place like that in this world.

Speaking of this, she smiled again, and her smile was actually very good-looking, her smile was scheming, and there was even a slight provocation at the corner of her mouth, and said:

However, it's also absolutely safe inside, even if it's a quick knife, I'm afraid I won't be able to find you, unless you come out and let him find it yourself, why are you afraid......

Before she could finish her words, Hongliu had already picked up the oil lamp on the table and walked down, as if she was not at all worried that this was a trap that Qingyan had prepared a long time ago, as if she had forgotten that she had just killed her two sons.

She entered, and of course Sycamore had to follow.

The cave was dark and deep, extending infinitely towards the underground, like the trajectory of falling stars through the sky, and from time to time a faint wind blew from the bottom of the cave, lifting the coats of red willows and sycamores.

When the sycamore, who was walking behind, completely entered the endless cavern that stretched infinitely into the ground, he could only hear a sudden rolling sound overhead.

In the blink of an eye, the hole was sealed again.

They were already in the infinite darkness, the light of the oil lamp in Hongliu's hand was like fireflies, and then they heard the crisp sound of the door above them.

Obviously, the door to the inn, which had just been closed by Qingyan, had been reopened after they entered the cave.

From the outside, the inside of the cave is indeed very dark, extending endlessly, as if entering the netherworld, but when I am completely immersed in it and adapt to the darkness, I find that the inside is not so dark.

Slowly looking down, I found that there was a faint light under my feet, which illuminated the steps of the ladder they were climbing at the moment.

With each step, two oil lamps come on.

That's placed on either side of the ladder.

When they looked back at the ladders they had already walked, they were surprised to find that the oil lamps that had been lit had reflected the general shape of the ladders.

hovering like a soaring dragon.

The ladder seemed to extend indefinitely, and although they had been walking along it for a long time, when they looked down, they found that it was still on top of it, as if it would never end.

After walking for a long time, they thought they had reached the bottom of the cave, but when they looked down, they saw that the ladder was still very long.

And the oil lamps hanging on both sides of the ladder were emitting a faint green light, one, two...... Countless lights, like a long fiery snake.

And these fiery snakes even dangled to the rhythm of their movements, like swimming snakes, which were rope ladders.

The darkness is boundless, the hole does not know how deep, and the road paved with oil lamps and ladders does not know how long, they seem to be trapped in an infinite cycle.

Hongliu put the oil lamp that was originally in his hand on the handrail next to him, stepped on the shaking plank, and talked to Wutong as he walked down, saying:

Look, sister, I'm right, this is indeed a place where no one will find out if you die, and in this regard, the old goblin is indeed an expert.

Wutong looked at the red willow walking in front, as if thinking about something, and after hearing this, he said: However, I still don't understand.

Hongliu stopped, leaned on the handrail of the rope ladder to stabilize the balance of his body, and then, took off an oil lamp from the handrail next to him and held it in his hand, shone on Wutong's blank and frightened face, and said with a smile: Now, there are only two of us here, you can say anything you want.

Wutong seemed to be full of fear of her, as if she was considering whether she should say this, and finally, although she was still a little undecided, she still said it, and said slowly: Just now, you obviously killed the two sons of the old witch, but why didn't she seek revenge on us?

Hearing this, Hongliu laughed to herself, and her laughter sounded as if it was tightly wrapped in a piece of cotton cloth, heavy and infinitely long, and sounded even more eerie.

Then, with a sudden shake of her hand, she threw down the oil lamp in her hand, and after a long time came the dull sound of the oil lamp falling to the ground.