Shuang Daqin Comparison, No Comparison, No Harm

"Keep it, these are useful, let's go over there and have a look.

Seeing that the two of them were really about to leave, Lin Beinan was in a hurry, "You two, save me. I'll give you the antidote that can undo Qin Jun's madness."

Hearing this, Zhao Ze paused.

At this moment, the place they occupy is already one meter high from the sunken room.

Zhao Ze jumped down, grabbed the man and brought him up again.

Seeing that Zhao Ze really saved Lin Beinan, he was a little annoyed: "This guy has no conscience, why are you keeping him?"

Lin Beinan hurriedly explained: "I didn't know that Zhao Haijun would use this medicine on Qin Jun. If I knew, I, Zero Five Zero, would never sell it to him. "

"I didn't do this before, it's just that he is my cousin from afar and came to see me specially, so I agreed to help.

Bian Que snorted and ignored it.

The room has sunk to the bottom, and the wooden board in the middle is broken. At this moment, when you look down, you can see the poisonous tongues entangled in the ground.

There are so many, tens of thousands at least, it makes people feel numb.

Bian Que couldn't help complaining, "Why do you keep so many of those things? Don't you feel panicked?"

The venom of venomous snakes can be used as an antidote, but there are very few healers who keep venomous snakes in captivity.

Seeing that the road just now could not go back, Zhao Ze looked around.

It was found that this mechanism leads to other tunnels.

Zhao Ze pointed to one place.

That is the right end of the tunnel, and the left and right ends of the tunnel are connected.

Seeing that the two were going in that direction, Lin Beinan shouted anxiously: "I know how to get out, go to the left, go to the left!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ze knocked people unconscious, but he didn't listen to him and walked to the right.

Zhao Ze dragged Bian Que over.

Through the passage, they saw an abandoned house.

The house was very dilapidated, but someone moaning could be heard from afar.

But the pain is like a ghost screaming.

"Is there a ghost inside?" Bian Que was a little scared.

The sound was layer upon layer, like a grieving ghost crawling out of hell.

Seeing that Bian Que was frightened, Zhao Ze snorted and said very calmly: "There are no ghosts in this world, of course there are people pretending to be ghosts here, I'll go and see."

I saw him striding into the deserted house, and a weird gust of wind blew out from inside, making people's hearts chill.

The wind blew on people's skin itchy, and there was a slight warmth.

Zhao Ze turned his gaze to a portrait hanging above the room.

The portraits are those of the ancestors who migrated with Laozhuang in the early years.

The image portrayed is a mottled old man, holding a cane, with a kind face.

Suddenly, I saw that gust of evil wind blowing again, blowing the portrait up.

Suddenly the table on which the sacrifices were enshrined shook slightly, and even the sacrifices on it also shook.

Seeing this scene, Bian Que who followed behind him covered his mouth in horror, thinking of the bloody figure he saw just now, for fear of making any noise.

There was a sneer at the corner of Zhao Ze's mouth, and he looked at the bottom of the table.

Lifting his foot directly, he kicked the leg of the table, and with a bang, the table was overturned and the tribute on it fell to the ground, making it a mess.

The red apple rolled to the ground, revealing the gnawed side.

The same goes for the remaining steamed buns and desserts.

Bian Que behind him was startled by the movement, but at this moment, he saw Zhao Ze staring coldly at a shivering little figure in the corner.

"Are you playing tricks?" Zhao Ze asked, staring at the kid.

The little ghost shivered in the corner, Zhao Ze couldn't tell how old he was for a while, but he guessed that he was no more than dry...

His messy clothes were patched everywhere, worn out, covered with black mud, and it was obvious that they hadn't been changed for a long time.

His face was also unkempt, and the mud covered his face, making it difficult to see his true colors.

Bian Que, who was startled just now, also realized at this moment that they were fooled by this brat just now.

The child huddled in the corner was suddenly pulled out by Zhao Ze.

Surrounded by several people, the child was so frightened that he averted his eyes and didn't dare to look directly, trembling, "Cowardly, he refuses to say ten words.

Bian Que asked in puzzlement, "Why are you hiding here to scare people?"

Looking at the portraits hanging above, this house should be used to worship ancestors, and those who believe in it feel that stealing tributes is a taboo.

Unless it is a last resort, no one should choose to come to this kind of place to steal food.

Seeing that the child refused to speak, Zhao Ze stretched out his leg and kicked his side, reminding him: "Let you speak, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb here.

"Let me ask you, do you know that Lin Beinan practices medicine there?"

The child shook his head with a confused face, and said a little confused today: "I don't know, this has nothing to do with me, I was just arrested, and I woke up at 2.6."

Zhao Ze looked at the stolen tribute, believed his words, and continued to ask: "Then how long have you been hiding here?"

"About half a month!"

Bian Que pointed to Lin Beinan who had passed out and said to the child, "Then do you know what he uses you for?"

The little boy shook his head, but his eyes dodged a little.

In this way, Zhao Ze guessed that he must know something, but seeing that he was unwilling to speak, he didn't force him to ask, but just pulled him up.

After the little boy got up, Zhao Ze realized that the boy was really pitifully thin, probably only as tall as his own chest.

The bones on his body were so sharp that he wrapped his arms around his arms, feeling that his bones could be broken at any time. .