"If I were missing arms and legs, my family would not let you go!"
The old village chief smiled, and there seemed to be a sharp weapon in his hand. It collided lightly and made a metallic sound, "Let me go? Can they find it here? Or are you impatient?"
After listening for so long, there is no useful information.
Yun Tuan frowned and knocked on the iron railing next to him with his knuckles.
"Who?"
"Your villagers are dying, why don't you go up and take a look?" Yun Tuan adjusted his collar and happened to catch a glimpse of a switch on the wall, so he pressed it.
Lighting and ventilation are turned on at the same time.
The basement is bright.
It turns out there is electricity here.
The vast basement was divided into two areas by iron railings. The frightened female tourists all looked at her, while the old village chief held up a pair of bone pincers and was about to take action.
There is a person hanging on the wall, whose life or death is uncertain.
No, looking at the spatter marks and the amount of blood loss, the person is already dead.
The old village chief looked over, and when he saw the clouds, his face darkened, "Why did you crawl out?"
Yun Tuan raised his eyebrows, "You have done too many sins, those chains can't tie me up anymore."
As he said that, the shadows turned into sharp swords, and they all rushed towards the village chief with a sinister brow and stern eyes!
Just a few bangs were heard, and he was nailed to the wall.
Yun Tuan dusted his hands and approached slowly, "I have learned some medical skills. This is called promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. You won't die."
The old village chief struggled to say something, but his mouth and nose were covered by shadows. He tried his best and could only make a sound of "Uh-huh".
Yun Tuan removed the iron railing, thought for a moment, and then advised the girls who looked excited and happy: "It may not be safe outside. You don't have a car to go back for the time being. Even if you are in the same tour group,
Don’t believe too much.”
"What are you talking about? Is there someone in the tour group?"
A girl with tears on her face asked.
Yun Tuan looked at the two or three mini live broadcast elves flying in front of him and sighed, "That's about it. Be careful when you go out, there are ghosts everywhere."
"Ghost?"
"Well... you are a woman who died in vain, so there is no need to be afraid. Just be careful if you are bleeding."
Yun Tuan added, looking up at the old villain who had no ability to resist.
"Hey, what did I think it was? There's no need to be afraid. They should take us... out of the mountain."
The girls felt relieved and ran upstairs quickly.
After everyone ran up, Yun Tuan retracted his sight, stood under the incandescent lamp, pulled out the partially transformed shadow, and stabbed it into a new part.
"How many people have you killed over the years?"
Yun Tuan looked at the old village chief's defeated face and still didn't let go of the branch covering his mouth.
She didn't want to hear any more noise from this person.
If the operation to remove the vocal cords was not too delicate and she couldn't control the shadow to complete it, it would definitely have been removed.
"There are only about twenty people in a tour group, but there are many similar tour groups a year, and the scale is variable. So you should have the blood of thousands of people on your hands, right?"
Yun Tuan frowned, and the eyeballs of this body were a little painful.
"Let's go, I'll take you to visit the village, see their miserable situation, and then think about yours, you will only be worse than them..."
She slapped away the live broadcast elf that was about to fly into her face, wrote down its shooting number, and then used her shadow to carry the village chief back.
The red droplets leave long and thin traces on the ground.
There is no movement of living people outside.
Yun Tuan walked through the living room, and the Taishi chair she had just sat on had fallen apart, and the wooden pieces fell to the ground. It looked like a fierce battle.
The black shadow also dispersed, and the white mist returned to her side.
The village chief's eyes were split as he looked at his home, which was like a hurricane passing through.
"Are you angry now? Take it easy. If you are mad to death, it will be too easy for you."