Welcome to my Hell

Yin Su climbed onto the platform, but before he could do anything, the ground suddenly shook.

Then the floor under his feet began to move.

The coffin moved to the side, revealing a staircase that could accommodate one person.

A faint light lit up on the dark stairs.

Du Xia's figure was looming in the light, followed by Zhuang Jin, both of them were still alive.

Du Xia saw Yin Su standing at the exit above, and his solemn expression relaxed. He dragged Zhuang Jin to speed up and climb the stairs, "Su... Miss Hao!"

Zhuang Jin staggered and almost lost her balance.

Yin Su looked from top to bottom, and after seeing that they had some skin injuries and no particularly serious fatal injuries, he nodded coldly.

Zhuang Jin used the flashlight in his hand to scan the surroundings, all white fog, nothing could be seen clearly.

"Where is this place, why is there such a thick fog?" Did they go straight out of the underground palace?

"Underground palace."

"Then this fog..."

"Lin Youzhi's skills."

Zhuang Jin heard from He Fanghui that the skills of the man called Lin Youzhi are related to fog.

"Where are the others? Are they all right?"

Yin Su glanced at the fog, "There's a fight."

Zhuang Jin: "..."

There was a faint sound of fighting in the fog, and it sounded a bit far from here.

Everyone else was fine, and Du Xia breathed a sigh of relief.

Du Xia briefly told them how they entered the golden passage.

Yin Su: "Isn't the urn formation with you?"

Du Xia: "No, we disappeared when we were pulled into that space urn formation... He should still be in the underground palace."

They didn't know how big this underground palace was, and it would be difficult for them to find it if the urn formation was hidden in any place.

Yin Su was silent for a moment: "What about the mage? Did you see him?"

"Mage?" Du Xia shook his head: "No, he disappeared too?"

"Yeah."

They couldn't be sure whether the mage was trapped in the golden space like them, or had left the copy.

The most important thing now was to get the pass key.

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…

Fifteen minutes passed quickly.

The sound of fighting from the white fog gradually disappeared, and the fog was also fading quickly.

There were many miners' bodies lying on the ground.

In a certain direction of the underground palace, Tan Luo and others blocked Daying in a corner.

After the fog dispersed, Tan Luo saw Du Xia, and his face was happy, "Sister Xia, great, you are okay!!"

Du Xia: "Yeah."

At this moment, over the golden arch, the urn formation came in with the mage.

The mage seemed to be injured, his steps were weak, and the mechanical arm was hanging by his side and shaking.

I don't know how the mage was caught by the urn formation.

When these two people appeared, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became weird.

Weng Zhen glanced at the scene, especially seeing Du Xia and Zhuang Jin on the high platform, he sneered: "You are really lucky."

Du Xia snorted coldly: "That must be better than yours."

Weng Zhen's expression twisted slightly, and when he saw someone moving on Tan Luo's side, he immediately shouted: "If you dare to move again, I will kill him."

Weng Zhen held a golden dagger in his hand, which was now on the mage's neck.

As he shouted, the golden dagger directly cut the mage's skin, and blood gushed out.

Tan Luo sneered: "We are not familiar with him, you don't think he can threaten us?"

The mage has not done anything excessive so far, but since he is a member of Zhi Tianxia, ​​his life and death have little to do with them.

As for Yi Tong and the other three...

They don't look like people who would meddle in other people's business and cause trouble for themselves.

The mage said with pain: "I've told you, I don't have a good relationship with them, you can't threaten anyone by arresting me."

"Shut up!!" Weng Zhen pressed the dagger hard, and the blood on the mage's neck gushed out more fiercely. "You are in the same group, do you think you can fool me by saying this?"

Weng Zhen felt that the person on the other side said this deliberately to let him relax his vigilance.

He Fanghui: "Even brothers have good and bad relationships. It is obvious that we don't have a good relationship with him."

"Then I will kill him now."

The people on the other side did not react at all, and everyone looked at him with a calm look.

As if to say: Kill him.

Weng Zhen was holding back a ball of fire in his chest, and he broke the mage's other arm with one hand, venting his anger on the mage: "How did you get into this state, and no one wanted to save you!!"

Mage: "..."

Blame me?

The mage was speechless, enduring the pain of his dislocated arm, and began to think about ways to escape in his mind.

He never counted on the people on the other side.

They would not save themselves.

He followed Weng Zhen without resistance, just wanting to save himself while Weng Zhen's attention was distracted.

"Haha... It doesn't matter, you will all die anyway!" Weng Zhen suddenly laughed, "You want to find the golden coffin so much, then stay here and stay with this ghost coffin forever!!"

Da Ying's face changed when he heard Weng Zhen's words: "What do you want to do!!"

Weng Zhen glanced at Daying, "Do you think I don't know what you and that woman are planning? This gold mine is mine, how could I let you go! After today, this golden coffin will no longer exist!!"

Da Ying immediately understood Weng Zhen's plan, "You want to destroy the golden coffin!"

Da Ying glanced at the golden coffin, and saw several people standing on the high platform.

He was blocked here again.

These people and Weng Zhen are not in the same group, but it is not certain that their goals are the same.

Da Ying suppressed his anger and began to persuade Weng Zhen: "Brother, the golden coffin can bring us greater benefits. This is much easier than digging gold mines. How much gold can be produced by gold mines now? Why do you have to do this thankless task?"

Da Ying said seriously: "Many miners died while digging gold mines. How can death not be death? What we lack the most is miners. Brother, the golden coffin can really help us..."

Weng Zhen made a sound and looked at Da Ying with the eyes of a fool: "You don't really think that the heart-shaped gold it turned out is real gold? Have you gone to see the heart-shaped gold you hid?"

Da Ying would go and take a look every few days. There is nothing wrong with the heart-shaped gold.

But Weng Zhen didn't seem to be lying.

Da Ying's heart couldn't help but lift up: "Brother, what do you mean by this?"

"Hahaha, you are being played around by her and you don't even know it..."

Weng Zhen looked at Da Ying with pity, but he didn't want to say anything more.

Weng Zhen pressed the dagger harder and harder, wiping it towards the mage's neck.

At this moment, the mage's head hit back hard.

Weng Zhen felt that his nose bridge was hit by a piece of iron, and the pain made him subconsciously loosen his hand.

The mage took the opportunity to escape from Weng Zhen's control.

Weng Zhen covered his nose and slashed the dagger towards the mage.

The sharp dagger cut through the clothes on the mage's back, but it fell on the skin with a "sizzling" sound, and the mage's whole body was like made of steel.