"What did you say?"

"I said that it's not a single outsider's turn to decide the shipping business in Yunguo."

"Not bad." The old bald man was a little satisfied with Han Taiyu's response: "That person named Yun cannot stop our business, a small..."

"Bang—" the sound of heavy objects hitting the glass.

The conversation was suddenly interrupted, and the old bald man's face turned a little dark.

He and Han Tae-yu looked over and saw cracks like spider webs appearing on the window glass.

Is this the glass smashed?

"Who did it?"

The old bald man was a little angry and couldn't help but stand up and walk to the window.

Han Tae-woo followed.

The two looked down through the cracks in the window, but did not see any suspicious people.

Han Tae-yu even subconsciously opened the window, trying to poke his head out and observe a broader field of view.

But he pulled it hard a few times, but the window was still motionless and could not be opened.

"waste."

The old bald man frowned, stretched out his big hand to push Han Taiyu away, and then pulled the handle of the window hard.

"Bang--"

The handle suddenly broke, and the old bald man staggered and almost sat on the ground.

"Mr. Ive——" Han Tae-woo hurriedly went to help him.

But the latter pushed him, his expression became fierce, and he picked up the chair and smashed it towards the window.

"Bang—bang—bang—bang—”

It was smashed several times, but the window did not move at all, and even the cracked glass did not fall off.

"This..." Han Tae-yu couldn't help but tremble.

The old bald man also reacted.

"Big Tiger--" he shouted immediately.

But there was no response around.

"Two Leopards?"

The two extraordinary people seemed to hear his screams.

The old bald man looked at Han Taiyu and found something was wrong.

The two of them quickly opened the door of the study and planned to go downstairs to check the situation.

But before we could reach the stairs, we saw a little man standing at the end of the corridor.

A villain who is less than half a meter tall.

The two stopped, tilted their heads, squinted their eyes, and looked at them carefully.

A beam of light shone in along the wall window at the end of the corridor, and you could vaguely see the appearance of the villain.

He actually looked ugly and covered with spliced ​​lines.

At this time, its thick joints were holding a sharp knife more than one foot long and facing the two of them.

Its chin fell to its neck and cracked until its mouth behind its ears, and it couldn't help but make a strange laugh.

Han Tae-yu was so scared that he almost pissed.

But the old bald man had seen the world after all, so he said calmly: "Don't be afraid, it's just one, it's so small... Damn!"

The old bald donkey ran away, and Han Taiyu followed closely behind.

At the end of the corridor, the sound of "dongdongdongdongdong" trampling came from the entrance of the stairs, and the sharp knife puppets rushed up from the downstairs.

They held up sharp knives, their chins fell down, and as they walked forward, they made strange friction sounds, as if they were laughing loudly.

The two of them quickly blocked the door and locked it, and then the old bald man went to lift the desk.

"What do you think of dogs? Help!"

"oh."

The two of them worked together to block the heavy desk on the door and stacked a pile of anything they could stack on it.

"It should be fine." The old bald man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

It seemed like the sound of a sharp knife inserted into the door densely.

Their faces began to turn pale.

Because I had seen a series of sharp blades, half of which came out of the wooden door.

What? This is the door of solid wood, and the quality is so poor?

"Ai, Mr. Ai, what, what, what, what?" Han Tae-yu stuttered and sweated down.

"Not afraid." The old bald man waved his hand slightly calmly: "I had expected that I might encounter an accident, so I left a backup plan. There is a secret passage in this study!"

"Secret Road?" Han Tae-yu's eyes lit up: "What are you waiting for? Let's run quickly-"

"Hmm?" The old bald man frowned.

"Uh, I mean, the son of a daughter cannot sit in the hall. It's more important that your safety is more important!"

"snort."

The old bald man snorted coldly, then picked up the coal lamp beside him, twisted the bookshelf a few times, and a mechanical secret door slowly opened, and he walked in first.

Han Tae-woo followed closely behind.

The two of them walked down the stairs, then walked straight forward, walking for hundreds of meters, but still no end.

"Huh? Why is this secret passage so long?" The old bald man widened his eyes.

"And, the ground is a little soft." Han Taiyu swallowed.

"Soft?" The old bald man lowered the gas lamp and glanced in the dim light.

I'll go!

A dead body in the ground!

There were still mice crawling above.

The men, women, old and young all stared at him with wide eyes.

"ah--"

Han Tae-yu couldn't help but scream.

"Pan, why are you panic?" The old bald man couldn't help swallowing: "There are more people who die in my hands than this. Are I still afraid...why?"

Han Tae-yu grabbed the old bald man's sleeve: "Ai, Mr. Ai, that, it seems, the last time I saw it, that woman, maid!"

The old bald man looked at Han Taiyu's fingers and indeed saw the maid who had disturbed him for taking a nap before and was finally thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

Its whole body had begun to turn white, and its skin was swollen and its appearance was ferocious. Its brown pupils stared at it tightly, and blood seemed to be constantly overflowing from its ears, nose and mouth.

The old bald man couldn't help but shivered.

He glanced at it and found that the corpses on the ground seemed a little familiar.

Isn't it so weird, right?

"Go away--"

"Hey! Hey!"

Han Taiyu suddenly tripped by something under his feet, and his whole body hit the old bald man. The latter staggered and the coal lamp flew out of his hand.

The secret passage was in darkness.

"Don't hold me!"

"I, I, no, pull you, ah!"

The last word is so long that it seems to be strangled to the neck.

"Han Tae-woo?-Han Tae-woo?--"

The old bald man shouted, but there was no response in the secret passage.

He felt chill all over and couldn't help but grit his teeth and rub it on the ground.

During this period, I felt some fluffy things and sticky liquids, so I could only yell and endure them.

Finally, he touched the gas lamp, twisted the valve and turned the light back on.
To be continued...