Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

Lin Xiao could clearly feel a gust of coolness pouring out from the end of the corridor.

Makes my scalp tingle.

"Damn! Why is it so cold here!"

Liu Qingfeng frowned and muttered something.

heard.

Lin Xiao shook his head and did not speak.

Qiao Rensheng, on the other hand, held a flashlight and walked slowly into the corridor.

"Uncle Qiao, take everything lightly. It's still the same sentence: death is like a lamp going out."

Lin Xiao looked at Qiao Rensheng and comforted him.

Hear this.

Qiao Rensheng sighed, and said: "The matter has come to this point, it is useless to talk about it. I blame myself for being obsessed with ghosts, and almost killed my whole family. Now I understand that it is special for anyone to come back from the dead. Damn it's farting."

"Uncle. If you can think this way, it means that you have realized the seriousness of the matter. This is already a great improvement."

Liu Qingfeng said in a low voice.

"Ha ha."

Qiao Rensheng forced a smile, "I've lived fifty years in vain, I'm not as smart as the two of you."

See him say so.

Lin Xiao didn't speak.

Actually, Qiao Rensheng couldn't be blamed for this.

after all……

He is also filial piety.

187: Broken Soul Nail

soon.

The three walked to the wooden door.

Under the light of a faint white flashlight.

The wooden door looked very strange.

A trace of white cold air continuously drilled out from the gap.

This door seems to be a barrier separating the world from the underworld.

Intimidating.

Qiao Rensheng hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and slowly pushed the door open.

Squeak.

After a soft sound.

The wooden door opened.

A strong cold air rushed over.

Liu Qingfeng shivered unconsciously, and almost didn't pee.

Under the illumination of the flashlight.

The furnishings in the cellar began to gradually surface.

There are lots of sweet potatoes and radishes in it.

And in the innermost corner.

It is full of ice cubes!

The cold air comes from which ice cubes.

Among them, some ice cubes have melted, forming small streams of water, which flow directly to the feet of Lin Xiao and others.

and……

There seemed to be waves of stench in the water!

This smell is like the fishy smell from dead fish.

Disgusting to smell.

Lin Xiao frowned slightly, his face gloomy and ugly.

And Liu Qingfeng had already pinched his nose, exhaling carefully with his mouth.

Qiao Rensheng walked into the cellar and turned on the lights inside.

Under the dim light.

Lin Xiao could vaguely see that there was a long black bag under the pile of ice.