Chapter 199

When people die, they lose interest when they are drunk without night. Torturing a corpse in his eyes is as boring as playing with a doll.

He got up and looked down at the man, thoughtfully wiping the bloody dagger in his hand.

"What did he mean just now?" Xiuqi came over and squatted down to check the man's breath. When he saw that he was really out of breath, he stood up and said, "what is the God of desire alliance?"

"According to my understanding... This description should refer to the boss." drunken night spread his hands and seemed a little interested, "but there's a problem. When the boss was here just now, this guy didn't seem to know him at all."

"Is there someone else he's talking about?"

"I think so." drunk night nodded, "but as far as the desire alliance is concerned, only the boss can be a God. I don't recognize any other gods."

As he said, he put away the dagger, put his hands around his chest and leaned against the cold wall at will.

"So... There are people inside us who want to replace the boss?"

Xiuqi didn't answer. He squatted down again and searched the man's body. He took out a transparent card from his inner clothes. The card was very thin. Only the letter "C" was printed in white in the middle.

"It shouldn't be our internal people." he handed the card to drunken night, Xiuqi whispered, "we don't have this kind of thing."

He turned the card over and over and snorted, "who can guarantee that this is a sign they made to identify themselves."

"It's too early to draw a conclusion now." he hung his eyes and meditated for a while. After finishing, he stepped over the dead body on the ground and walked downstairs expressionless. "I'm going to tell the boss."

Seeing Xiuqi's figure disappear in the field of vision, drunk without night, I put my eyes on ye Wuchen.

"What was on that corridor just now?"

"... I don't know." knowing that drunken night refers to the road he didn't let them go just now, ye Wuchen replied in a low voice, "I just think that road is dangerous."

"Well, let's go and see how that road is." Zui Wuyi talked to ye Wuchen in a deliberative tone, but his arm took his neck and dragged him to the "dangerous" corridor.

Ye Wuchen's face was blue and purple, but he didn't dare to resist at all.

Now... From the bottom of his heart, he is afraid of being drunk all night.

After all, who knows if drunk without night will pull off his neck in the next second. He knows that drunk without night can do it completely.

When ye Wuchen was dragged to the entrance of the corridor, he pulled him in front of him, leaned down and almost stuck to his ear and said with a smile, "you don't have to be nervous."

Ye Wuchen immediately became stiff and couldn't move. He tried his best to keep his breathing steady.

He was afraid of being drunk all night, but he was not scared out of his mind. Now he analyzed the current situation again and again in his mind and used everything he could to protect himself.

"Yes, that's it. Don't move..." Noticing ye Wuchen's nervousness, drunk Wuye smiled with satisfaction, put his hand on his back and seemed to push him in.

The familiar alarm bell began to stimulate ye Wuchen's senses again, which made him tremble like being poked at his fingertips by the tip of a fine needle.

"I... I can't!" the pupil shrinks suddenly. He turns around to block the drunken hand and runs behind him.

He pushed so hard that he even made drunk all night.

Drunk night was surprised, raised his hand, grabbed his arm and trapped him by the wall.

His deep eyes are like a beast lurking in the forest ready to explode at any time, with a strange desire. Hope and interest.

Being stared at by this kind of eyes, ye Wuchen was hairy all over. At this time, he could only look back at the drunk night and swallow his saliva.

"Let me try first."

Drunk night picked his eyebrow and said something inexplicable. He took out a broken lighter from his pocket, raised his hand and threw it into the corridor on his side.

The lighter disappeared into the darkness, and only the crisp landing sound came through.

But at this moment, drunk without night, his face suddenly changed, clamped ye Wuchen and returned to the corridor.

The next second, a huge explosion came out of the corridor, and the surging heat wave rushed on the drunk face to devour him.

Looking at the burning fire in the corridor, I was a little surprised to whistle when I was drunk all night.

"God... How is this set?"

"What happened!" Xiuqi, who was explaining things to Mo Wen, rushed to the third floor at the moment of the explosion, stood at the entrance of the corridor and shouted at drunk night.

"It's all right, it's all right." zuiwuye waved his hand and pointed to the corridor in front of him where the fire was burning. "I threw a lighter in and blew up here. It scared me."

"How could this be possible?" Xiuqi, who came to smell the speech, looked at the raging fire in front of him and was a little shocked. "How can such a violent explosion be arranged here?!"

"I wonder, too." zuiwu glanced.

"It's the breath of a superpower." Mo Wen, who didn't know when to come up, also looked at the corridor and frowned. At the same time, he pressed Yu Lan's head to keep her away from the fire jumping in front of her.

"Blue, wait for me here."

He leaned down in the blue, raised his feet and flashed into the fire in front of him.

Yu Lan was stunned and anxiously stretched out his hand to catch up, but he was soon pressed on his shoulder by drunk night.

"The boss just said that you should stay here."

"Roar!"

Unable to listen to the words of drunken night, Yu Lan's ten fingers sprouted sharp bones from his fingertips and rowed relentlessly towards drunken night.

Drunk night hurried to avoid, raised his hand and Xiuqi, one hand pressed her against the wall.

"Be good, OK?" I felt like I was coaxing a child.

However, Yu Lan can't cry. She opens her mouth and bites.

When he was in a mess outside, Mo Wen stood in the fire, looking for the faint breath he felt.

The smell was very strange. It was only felt by a power person, but he didn't feel any anger. It was like a dead thing.

He raised his hand and waved away the most vigorous flame in front of him. Stepping on the debris all over the ground, he walked to a small dark iron box, squatted down and observed for a few seconds, and then took it in the palm of his hand.

The palm of his hand made a scorched "Yiyi" sound, but the ink didn't seem to care at all.

The iron box is only half the size of his palm. It's very light. There's nothing in it. The whole box is very hot, but it has no other lethality.

However, such an iron box is the strongest power that Mo Wen can feel.

He took the iron box and went out. Mo Wen saw that Yu Lan was pressing on the drunk body to bite his nose. She bared her teeth fiercely and roared a few times like a threat.