Limen World

Chapter 20 The Poacher's Call
The poisonous scorpion listened to the boss's orders, sneaked into the back mountain scenic spot, 80 people came, and gave the scenic spot a lot of income.

"Go here first to see if there are any survivors." The poisonous scorpion ordered his subordinates to disperse, leaving only five henchmen with him.

"...I won't go...I won't go...There are ghosts there..." Ding An kept crying and ran out of the scenic spot.The parents kept pulling and heading towards the scenic spot.

"Among the ten essays assigned by your teacher, isn't there a history of antiquities? Your mother is the manager of the scenic spot. You can save a lot of money by being flexible." Ding Weijian picked it up and gave it a few palms.

"Tsk tsk tsk...pretend to understand if you don't understand." Hearing the child's screams, the poisonous scorpion shook his head and looked at the man contemptuously.

"A real man was born between heaven and earth, how can he live under people for a long time..." The phone rang, and when I clicked it, it was a group hunter who had been missing for an unknown amount of time.

I have called before, but they were not in the service area, but now he called and answered the phone: "Hello, Yunlong?"

"No, I am a poisonous scorpion?"

"Poisonous scorpion? The king of killers, poisonous scorpion?" The mood over there was a little excited.

"You are, Fu Renzhong? Didn't you run away? Why are you back?" Poisonous Scorpion asked contemptuously.

"Run? Don't be so joking. If I can run out of here, I won't come back! Do you know? Those primitive species are all..." The call was cut off suddenly, and the poisonous scorpion suddenly felt bad, and called again .

"Hello, the number you dialed is not in the service area..."

"Hello, the number you dialed is not in the service area..."

"You...call...call...area..." After dialing three times in a row, the intelligent voice became more and more strange, and the poisonous scorpion turned the volume of the phone to the maximum, and dialed again.

"(First there was a hoarse neighing followed by the sound of swallowing and chewing like a wild animal)...the mobile phone number you dialed is not in...the service area..." The female voice also changed into a male voice, the voice The tone doesn't sound electronic either.

"Follow that boy!" Poisonous Scorpion reacted, calling his subordinates to follow.

Within a radius of ten meters around Ding'an, another call was received: "...help...the stone carving garden...behind it, the wax museum...is full of corpses...they...they can move...it's contagious Skin disease...I...I..." "Bang!"

Behind the phone conversation, there was a gunshot, like the sound of a rifle.

Listening carefully to the voice on the phone, I could vaguely hear a voice: "Another wax figure has come out."

"The one inside...is a restricted area...half a living dead, half a ghost."

"Poachers (groaning of the beast)...have no... shelter..."

Then the phone became hot, and it was thrown into the air in a hurry, exploding like fireworks.

For some reason, my eyes looking at the world turned gray, and I rubbed my eyes to recover.

"Jiaodian... that child... is the legendary Junjie..." The voice came out of nowhere in the poisonous scorpion's ear.

"Who!" Turning around suddenly, he found that no one was talking to him.

The palm of my hand suddenly felt sticky, with a reflection like oily wax, as if someone was holding his right hand tightly.

He took out his handkerchief and wiped it clean, and went to the stone carving garden with his five confidants.

"Sorry sir, the park is not open to any children under the age of 12." The man was stopped by the staff.

But in the eyes of that man, there are many adults who brought children in.

"What about them? You are hating the rich!" The man refused to listen to the explanation and insisted on taking the child in.

It just so happened that the child's mother also finished her work and passed by, wearing glasses, elegant and elegant.

"I don't want...I don't want to go in...Wow..." The child cried out.

"Ding Weijian! Let you take the child, will you take it?"

"Qia, listen to my explanation. This is an assignment assigned by the school. You need to write ten essays. Among them, you need to go in and look at it to get some information." Ding Weijian quickly explained.

The manager named Qi Ya nodded and asked the staff why they didn't go in.

"This park is not open to those under the age of 12 and those with mental health risks."

"What's breaking the rules? Most of the money we send out is with the children." Someone in the crowd booed.

"Boss, take the opportunity to sneak in."

"Shut up and line up honestly."

"Forget it, tell you the director, this rule is invalid." Qi Ya took Ding An's hand and went in, and the man also looked at the waiter with contempt.

"Go, follow the kid."

(End of this chapter)