Murong's indifferent attitude, let me have some irritated in my heart, so that I and the ink words help you find the **, the attitude is not good.

I don't know exactly what the secret of Mo Yan is, but I believe that Mo Yan, she let me move the body, I moved the body, which is an absolute trust.

“How do I get my body back?”I whispered.

It is very clear in my heart that just now it is basically to climb in and walk in, if you want to carry a corpse out, that is impossible.

“There should be another passage out here, otherwise the coffins and corpses will not be brought here at all.”Murong said.

I looked at the words, and I saw that the eyes of Mo Yan looked at Murong Wei very strange.

I said the passage you have to find it yourself, I am only responsible for the body, after saying this, I will say nothing.

Murong hushed lightly, took a small compass out of his pocket, and lay on the ground and did not know what to do.

Mo Yan walked to my side, a note tucked into my hand, I subconsciously wanted to open it, Mo Yan shook his head at me, lowered his voice and said, "When you meet the two doors, you open again."

I lightly, put the note away, swept Murong 箮, I had some doubts in my heart to ask "Murong Wei can find the passage?"

"Don't worry, if she can't find the way, she won't be Murong."The word whispered.

I just wanted to say, Mo said you know her, but the words have not yet been said, click, ringing on the ground.

Then I saw Murong stand up, and he had a smile on his face, "Okay, you can remove the body."

I looked in the direction of Murong Wei and saw a hole next to Murong.

"The hole leads to the outside, and I don't know where it's going."Murong said softly.

I was secretly surprised, now is the real cunning rabbit three cave ah, I really did not think that the old uncle actually made so many things out under his own bedroom.

Murong pointed to the body of the coffin and told me to quickly back the body.

I am very reluctant to carry the dead, and since the ink has made me back, I will naturally not say anything.

I put the body on my back, this back, I was a little shocked, this body turned out to be hot.

Just give me a feeling, as if the back is not a dead man at all, but a sleeping person, but there is a strange feeling that I just feel that the corpse is very light, and it makes me feel as if there is no weight.

I wanted to go to the end, and the words put up two fingers against me, and I walked in the middle.

Murong Qi is still walking in the first, this hole just started to enter when only one person can walk, wait for half a minute, this hole looks big, do not have to bend over the chump.

Walking in the hole, my eyes kept looking back and forth, there was still light in the hole, about three minutes away, we came out of the long hole.

I picked up the flashlight and looked around, surprised to find that we had come to the mountain, surrounded by big trees.

“Do you know this mountain?”Suspiciously asked.

I shook my head, and my heart wondered where it was, and we were only three minutes away, how could we get to this strange place.

There were trees everywhere, and the trees were very large, and several trees were surrounded.

Just when I accidentally shone on a big tree, my heart was suddenly excited, and I almost threw the flashlight out.

“What happened!”He looked at me and said.

I took a deep breath, pointed to the tree, and I exclaimed, "There are dead people in that tree."

He frowned and took up the flashlight to look at the tree I was referring to.

Just now I saw the dead, I hurriedly shut off the flashlight, so I couldn't see who was hanging on the big tree.

When the ink flashlight followed, I also looked at the past, this look, I can't help but scream.

The big tree was actually a corpse, and this body was actually the body of Murong Wei inside the red coffin.

I couldn't speak for a while in my heart, it was too evil, I quickly looked at the body on my back, and this look, I was startled, the body on my back turned into a paper man.

My body shivered and immediately shook the paper man out of my body.

"What's the matter, I obviously have a corpse behind, how can I become a paper man."I was horrified.

The expression of Mo Yan also became very serious, and his eyes were fixed on the tree hanging.

Murong's whole face was full of shock, and the corners of his mouth kept mumbling about how it could be.

In exchange for who saw the back of the back of the ** into a paper person, will be shocked, although Murong is a ghost, but everything in front of her, but also shocked her.

“Let’s go.”A moment later, the words spoke in a hurry.

I quickly ran out with Mo, and Murong’s eyes were fixed on the big tree.

“Mo, Murong has not left yet!”I said.

"Don't worry about her, she's destined to be dissipating."Mo spoke loudly.

After saying the ink, I kept running in front of me, and I followed behind the words.

Just as we were running for a while, a strange laugh came from behind us.

Running, I felt that there was something wrong in front of me and the ink, but two doors were not made of planks, but two doors were not made of planks, but two doors surrounded by branches.

Murong Wei was in front of us, wandering in front of two doors.

I was surprised when Murong ran to our front.

The words made me stop, I stopped and walked, remembering the note that the ink had given me, and I quickly opened it and saw the note that it read, "One life, one death, the one who walks by the door, the dead."

I was horrified in my heart, thinking that we saw the three words of life and death under the three coffins, and I was still wondering why I was born with ink, but under the coffin did not write a life, but wrote a life.

Now I finally understand that there is still this layer of meaning under the coffin.

I suddenly glanced at the ink talk, why the ink words did not tell me directly, but gave me a note of the way to tell me.

“What’s on the note?”The words said to me.

The words of ink make me wonder, this note is obviously to me, why the ink does not know what is written on the note.

I told the contents of the note to the ink, and the ink heard it, and my eyes stared at the two doors.

“A door lives, a door dies, and the odds of living are only fifty percent.”The words whispered to me.