Seeing this, Xiaohua frowned and seemed to remember something. She put on gloves, picked up the hammer and knocked it hard on the skull embedded in the cement.

The skull shattered in response to the sound, and the flashlight shone inside. Sure enough, the skull cavity was already filled with such black hair-like things!

"Tsk, it's not good!"

Xiaohua twitched the corner of her mouth and subconsciously said lightly.

The hairs covered in the corpse mean that he must have died miserably.

The movement of being embedded in the cement and struggling, the skull and nasal cavity are hollow in the nostrils, and the cement block that perfectly matches the mouth means that he was abandoned by his companions and was poured into the cement alive!

You know, when this project was done, there must have been many people who witnessed it.

If it weren't for a big accident, no one would have been crazy about sinking a living person into the cement!

"But there is good news, that is, this kind of weird thing like hair is dead and has no danger."

Hu Ming whispered softly, chasing his black hair.

Strangely, the corpses that appeared first were all hugged each other, and they seemed to be fighting in cement...

To achieve the goal, I took all my expenses, and I was interested in using my former friends and the subordinates, and even burying all my former friends and subordinates there with my own hands.

After so many years, the bone has been squeezed out and there is no new nutrient in the cement. Those who have long died cannot die anymore.

This is something developed by the Zhang family based on the corpse turtle king obtained from Queen Mother of the West, and it is also one of the by-products before the study of the victory of the immortality.

Almost one after another, continuous and extraordinary. The cement wall was clearly not piled up with human corpses mixed with cement!

He buried his former friends with bad relationships with friends with his own hands. The kind of joy and panic that comes from the heart is enough to drive crazy people with weak minds.

At the same time, he tried his best to push the people behind, trying to get a glimmer of hope for the people behind him.

It's a real, flesh and blood wall!

"Not to mention the difficulty of installing a cement mixing system under the cliff, he knew that cement of that size, such a spacious place, is absolutely possible to mix it closely with human force..."

"But? You remember, the words he disliked the most were not, but the words afterwards were nonsense!"

Unfortunately, my former companions were so sad that they poured a small amount of cement back down. The heavy cement buried us since then, and white hair grew out of the depths of the bone marrow.

Hu Ming could hardly imagine the scene that happened outside that year in his mind.

Of course, it is strange enough to describe a piece of hair by life and death.

The death process...is suspected to be quite happy.

At the beginning, corpses appeared in piles.

In any doubt, Mr. Zhang Xiaofo has no courage!

"There are cliffs outside, and there is no regular way to go down the mountain. Judging from the situation back then, it is a job to transport tens of tons of cement down.

"According to his idea, it was Mr. Zhang Xiaofo who knew that there was no fatal crisis outside, and it was not enough to bury the entire Four Sects' crisis. He still ordered the power of the Four Sects to explore outside."

Those who accomplish small things are detained in the great fortune!

Unfortunately, from the cement wall where there was nothing at the end, I learned from the later part that no one could escape from heaven, and they all died in solidified cement.

"Hu...No wonder the old man from the Four Gate feared him as if he had what happened outside that year..."

Dahua frowned, and I understood what Wu Xie meant.

Hu Ming shook his head, lit a cigarette, and rejected Dahua's guess.

"It is worth mentioning that although Mr. Zhang Xiaofo is from the Zhang family, I have only a slight understanding of the secrets of the Zhang family. After coming to the outside world, I also know the safety of the outside world!"

These things are clearly alive, and are rooted in the body of organisms and are made of flesh and blood.

Wu Xie asked for a cigarette from Qian Yan and lit it. The blue smoke covered his misty eyes.

"It must be said that we have discovered a resistant crisis, and it is only time to prepare cement at this time."

"For the purpose of finding me and the key things this little person wants to find, open the key to the Zhangjia Ancient Building!"

"The cement has been prepared and broken for a long time. To be polite, it is impossible to transport it early since the beginning of the project!"

“He means…”

"but.…."

Hu Ming knew the true face of this thing.

Hu Ming grinned and told Wu Xie what I guessed.

"It's a fight, but the people in front tried their best to push the people behind out of the cement mud, holding one in ten thousand possible, and wanting the people behind to escape!"

Hu Ming smiled faintly, waved his hand and took out the treasure knife, and the entire blade penetrated into the flesh and blood cement on the side of the road.

Although Qian Yan poured out my guesses in between eight words, Wu Xie was not happy at all under his face, and instead asked in confusion.

Continue to dig deeper, but it turns out that there are fewer corpses in the cement ahead.

The people behind stretched their hands inward with all their might, while the people in front curled up and their arms bent, clearly pushing something back with force.

"So, does those people have no idea of ​​my identity?"

You can get that view from the posture of the corpse excavated along the way.

The Midra surrounding the ancient building of the Zhang family, and the white hair outside are all by-products of immortality and are used by the Zhang family to protect important places.

The people inside were poured into the cement in fear, while the people outside were crushed by gravel, and shouted in despair that they wanted to.

"Those people, perhaps only from four gates, cannot be from "me"!"

Dahua sighed, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and sighed in a simple mood.

The power of the machinery pressed the cement back down, and the weight of ten thousand tons crushed our bodies, and the flesh and blood were mixed with the cement, forming a white and red cement wall.

All kinds of corpses die in various shapes, but they have no common ground. They die in miserable ways, and the dead bones are covered with white hair that is losing vitality.
Chapter completed!