Chapter 9： Dazhen Xianwei (1/2)
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A group of people walked in the fog like white sugar gourds, pulling the red rope in their hands. Zhuo Fan walked at the front, followed by Sun Butler holding his clothes firmly in the back to prevent him from running away.
Because the fog is too big, even the two people next to each other can't see each other's figure at all, so everyone can only use the sense of touch to stay close to each other to prevent loss.
When everyone came to the center of the misty forest, and no one could escape from here, Zhuo Fan stopped suddenly.
”What's wrong?” Sun Guanjia froze, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, and the hand holding Zhuo Fan's clothes tightened unconsciously.
Zhuo Fan smiled wickedly, ”Zhou Fan, I will send you here. The path of Huang Quan is still up to you.”
Suddenly startled, Sun Guanjia realized that he was in a trap. Can't help but close, Zhuo Fan pulled to the side, and then photographed with a palm.
With a touch, the clothes shattered into pieces. But what was wrapped in the clothes was not Zhuo Fan, but a thick piece of wood.
This ... When did this kid get away?
The steward Sun looked at all this with surprise, but along the way, he kept guarding Zhuo Fan to prevent him from cheating, but unexpectedly let him run away.
”Quick, return the same way.” Sun Butler quickly turned around, anxiously said.
Hearing his words, the crowd immediately dragged the red string back.
However, at this moment, the last person shouted in the mist: ”It's not good anymore, the red rope back is broken.”
Hearing this, the crowd was ashamed when faced with a thunderstorm. In a fog, without red rope guidance, how can they return safely?
Sun Guanjia even stomped his teeth with his teeth: ”Damn, he was put on by this little rabbit.”
”Come here, bring that surnamed Pang.”
”Sun Manager, it's not good, the Pang surname is gone.”
”Asshole!”
Sun Butler hit the ground fiercely, punching the ground into a big hole one meter square.
He would never have thought that he had worked his way through the whole life, step by step, and ended up in the hands of a stinky kid.
”Stinky boy, the old man crossed more bridges than you walked. Don't think that a small misty forest can trap the old man.” Sun Guanjia shouted to the sky, ”You must break you when you wait for the old man Ten thousand dead bodies. ”
”Hehehe ... Then you will never have this opportunity.”
Suddenly, Zhuo Fan's light laughter sounded in the misty forest, and the faint white mist gradually became red with blood at the next moment.
”What's the matter, the fog turns red!”