"ah--!"

A familiar shout came, Zhou Ran was shocked and took a step back half a step. The cross on the painting fell to the ground. The tomb was separated from the middle. The steel bars easily broke, revealing a passage that was one person wide.

At the other end of the passage, Zhou Zesheng fell to the ground with a pale face, and tears burst out from his eyes.

He just wanted to see if the cross could be picked up. Who knew that as soon as he came over, the cross moved, with black eyes exposed inside. His hair was blown up, and his soul almost flew away from his mouth, his face turned into a pale piece of paper, and his blood was all taken away in one breath.

"You, you you you..."

Zhou Ran stood there, looking down at Zhou Zesheng, then sighed and said, "Why are you standing there? I'm scared."

Zhou Zesheng raised his fingers, and was so choked that he almost said something. He pointed at Zhou Ran tremblingly: "The evil man complained first, I should say this! And, are you sure you were shocked?!"

Zhou Ran stood there, staring at him calmly, and nodded: "Yes."

Zhou Ze almost cried again and shouted: "You pretend less, you weren't scared at all. You knew I was right here! Zhou Ran, don't joke with me, it's not funny at all. Can you let me out?"

"I want to go out, too."

"You, you, you, you, do you think I believe you if you say this?! It's too clumsy, Zhou Ran, I warn you, let me out immediately, I..."

With a thud, the other wall behind Zhou Zesheng was broken, and dust spread out. A burly man of about 1.9 meters tall stood there, holding a silver scimitar in his hand.

His big hands were covered with calluses, his two thick black eyebrows were inserted into his temples, his chin was covered with beard, and he was wearing a rubber waterproof overalls, with blood stains on his head. The scimitar in his hand was cut, and the narrow blade was sharp and shining with a cold silver light.

He is a murderous butcher, and Zhou Ran cannot tell whether he is a player or an NPC.

When the butcher saw Zhou Zesheng, his brow frowned and walked over angrily and cursed: "Where the hell is this? Who are you? Let me go out immediately!"

It seems to be a player.

But this man left his room without authorization!

Zhou Ran thought of the words of the butler Cola, and instantly had a bad premonition. She subconsciously looked up and stared at the butcher. Zhou Zesheng was so scared that he got up and cried and wanted to get into Zhou Ran's room.

However, before his hand was close to the floor next to him, Zhou Ran kicked back quickly with his eyes and feet.

"Help, Zhou Ran, please save me!"

"Don't come over." Zhou Ran turned around, picked up a fork on the small dining table and threw it to Zhou Zesheng: "Kill him!"

"Damn you serious?" Zhou Zesheng looked at the fork that was not as long as his palm, then looked at the silver scimitar in the man's hand, and shed tears of despair.

"You must have kidnapped me and let me go, otherwise you will be killed!"

"No, it's really not me. Don't fucking come over!"

The butcher raised his machete and aimed at Zhou Zesheng's head and was about to chop it down. Zhou Zesheng was so scared that he ran away from side to side. He picked up the table legs and held the man's knife. The knife was shocked and a dazzling light pierced into Zhou Ran's eyes.

Zhou Ran squatted down and looked in through the passage. She found that although the butcher was crazy, his facial features were twisted violently, as if he was suffering some unbearable pain.

Zhou Zesheng screamed fiercely and urged her brain to think quickly. At the same time, black mist kept pouring out from the butcher's ears and nostrils. The exposed part of his body slowly bulged with tiny blisters, and the fluid inside seemed to be boiling, clamoring to break through his skin.

"If you don't let me go, you'll have your life!"

"ah--!"

The butcher raised the scimitar and faced Zhou Ran's gaze. She suddenly felt that the knife looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

But she is just a high school student, how could she have seen such a knife?

Zhou Ran suddenly remembered something, looked cold, and turned his head and walked quickly towards one of the paintings on the wall. The middle-aged king in the painting stood on the training ground, his eyes staring at the front, and the exact same scimitar in his hand.

Zhou Zesheng's voice was hoarse, and his shouting was desperate and miserable. Zhou Ran frowned and reached out to try it, but he couldn't get the scimitar.

Maybe it's because the man has already taken it?

Zhou Ran quickly browsed on the drawing paper. Sure enough, there were various weapons on the canvas, a one-person-high long sword, a heavy crossbow, a light silver archer and a pocket-sleeved lisky of hidden weapons. Zhou Ran's eyes flashed one by one, and finally locked a concave bow-shaped musket.

This musket was a gift from the old Wangjue to his young son. In the painting, Wangjue bent down and handed it to the young child with love. The child took it with both hands with care.

She stretched out her hand, a light blue light flashed gently, and a heavy musket fell into her hand.

"Zhou Zesheng!"

"Ah-ah, you just remembered me, I'm going to die the fuck!"

"then."

Zhou Ran bent down and threw the musket at the entrance of the passage. Zhou Zesheng turned his head and saw the gun. His eyes lit up like a drowning man seeing straw. Adrenaline surged rapidly. He rolled out of the man's sword swing and picked up the musket handed over by Zhou Ran.

‘Dong’

A wisp of blue smoke came out of the muzzle, and the man held the big knife and had a blood hole in his chest. He opened his eyes wide, his body froze in place for a moment, then fell heavily backwards, lifting a piece of broken porcelain residue.

The butcher died like this.

"I killed someone, Zhou Ran, I killed someone the fuck!"

Seeing that he was really scared, Zhou Ran kindly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, maybe he is not a human at all."

“…”

As soon as Zhou Ran finished speaking, the butcher's body trembled, and the black mist surging from all sides wrapped him. The muffled sound of wild beasts biting their prey sounded from the black mist. Within half a minute, the butcher's body disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Zesheng's face looked like a dead person, and his spirit struggled left and right between fainting and continuing to support. He stood up staggeringly, instinctively trying to approach Zhou Ran.

"If you don't want to be like that person, stay there and don't come."

Zhou Ran's sarcastic words brought his confused spirit back to reality. He stopped, leaned against the canvas, and his feet were covered with porcelain residues. The residues were slowly disappearing, and the room returned to its original appearance, but there were two round grapes on the small dining table.

The picture was extremely terrifying, but Zhou Ran on the other side of the wall chuckled softly: "I actually lost my equipment."

"..." Zhou Zesheng's face became increasingly ugly.

"You're really not kidding."

"Of course not, why do you doubt me?"

Why do they always doubt themselves?

Zhou Ran frowned slightly, Xiang Jiangming suspected her, and Zhou Zesheng also suspected her. Does she look like a habitual prankster?

Zhou Zesheng sat softly on the ground and said in a hoarse voice: "Because you are not afraid at all, if you encounter such a thing, normal people will be scared to death."

Is this really the case?

But she was not completely unafraid, but after her father left, her mother also left the courtyard. She grew up with her tough grandfather since childhood and developed a character who was not good at expressing feelings.

She rarely shows intense joy or fear. Most of the time is polite and polite, like a delicate porcelain. You look at it and think that it is peaceful and peaceful, but in fact it has experienced unknown hardships.

After Zhou Zesheng said this, she felt something was right.

But it was the first time Xiang Jiangming, why wasn’t he as panicked as Zhou Zesheng?

Could it be that it wasn't his first time...

With a "dong" sound, Zhou Ran's wall on the other side was spread apart to both sides, and a long leg stretched out from the other room. Zhou Zesheng was so scared that he let out the musket in his hand.

Xiang Jiangming reacted quickly and his body flashed flexibly to the side. The musket had a very long range, which smashed a pit into the wall.

"I have a gun in my hand, you you, you, you, don't think of killing me!"

Zhou Ran held his heavy forehead and sighed, "Zhou Zesheng, put down his gun."

After Zhou Zesheng survived the disaster, he became much more obedient and trembled and put down his gun. After a while, Xiang Jiangming finally showed his head.

His hair was very messy, with wet leaves hanging on his head, and a small cut was cut on the bridge of his high nose, making his eyes look particularly narrow.

His thin lips were pursed, and after careful observation, Zhou Zesheng was confirmed to be stable, he asked, "When did you come?"

Zhou Zesheng: "I just arrived."

Zhou Ran: "I've been here for a while."

Xiang Jiangming bent the corner of his mouth and smiled embarrassedly: "I just arrived. I just drank a little wine just now. Now I'm very hungry. I don't have enough bread. Can you give me some?"

“…”

“…”

Zhou Zesheng came to this world for the first time and did not dare to eat bread on the dining table. Hearing this, he trembled and stuffed his two breads and two grapes to Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran deducted half of it, and the other half was given to Xiang Jiangming.

Xiang Jiangming raised his eyebrows with a bread and a grape: "You are called plucking the hair from the geese?"

"I'm hungry, too."

"Didn't the old man say there will be a dinner party later, give me the bread."

"If you talk, you will get it back."

“…”

Xiang Jiangming shrank back.

Because of the NPC's prompt, the two of them had a tacit understanding and no one came out, sitting under the wall and gnawing on the bread together.

Zhou Zesheng was far away from them, huddled in the passage and tightly pinched the musket in his hand, as if it was his own life, with a scent of wind and cranes and cranes and trees all over the country.

But his confrontation just now was so tired. After a while, his eyelids were sleepy and fell asleep in the passage.

Zhou Ran: "When did you find out we were separated?"
To be continued...