The group pet daughter, she has good luck

Chapter 65 Good Materials

Twelve children, one a day, what they do is unknown for the time being, but combined with the smell of blood and resentment coming from another room in the basement, what they did is definitely not a good thing.

Wen Renshu got close to the children and felt their pulse.

I was relieved to find that they were fine.

Thinking that someone would come to fetch someone later, she lay down on the outermost side.

Soon someone went down to another room in the basement, and after fiddling there for a while, they came outside Wen Renshu's room.

The door was opened, and someone stood at the door with a weak white candle.

He wore a black mask, revealing only a pair of eyes.

A shadow hangs over Wen Renshu's head.

Wen Renshu closed his eyes, feeling the man's gaze wandering over her.

"Well, it's really good. Mr. He will be very satisfied with such a good material." After speaking, the man stretched out his hand, grabbed Wen Renshu's shoulder, and lifted her out.

He took Wen Renshu to the next room, and when he reached the door, Wen Renshu secretly opened his eyes and took a rough look at the room.

When the man carried her to the counter in the middle of the room, she passed a silver needle from the side.

When the man put her on the table and lowered his head to grab her hands and feet, Wen Renshu suddenly inserted a silver needle into the man's head.

Before the man had time to exclaim, he fell backwards.

Wen Renshu grabbed him and hid him under the table.

The silver needle just suppressed his acupoints, causing him to lose consciousness and not kill him.

Wen Renshu knocked people down until they hid the good people, and it took only two sips of tea before and after.

Wen Renshu looked at the layout and furnishings of the room.

There was no light in the room, only a red lantern hung in the four corners.

Red candlelight filled the entire room. Red was supposed to be a festive color, but Wen Renshu didn't feel any festive feeling at this time. In addition to the bloody smell covered under the sandalwood, he only felt horrible.

A haunting sense of terror.

There seemed to be a lot of shrieking and crying in my ears.

Wen Renshu is naturally not afraid of ghosts and ghosts, and what is frightening is always the human heart.

A small shrine was placed on the wall facing the door. At this time, sacrifices were offered and incense was burned on the shrine.

In the middle of the room there was a table with a border around it.

Wen Renshu put his hands on the table.

An emotion of fear and despair surged into Wen Renshu's mind in an instant, and the dark and desperate emotion clamored, as if about to break out of the bondage and devour Wen Renshu.

Wen Renshu took his hand away, and the emotion disappeared instantly.

She looked at this table, many young and fresh lives had ended here.

There is a recess above the table, where a pipe is connected to the floor below.

This should be where they clean the table and the water flows after each killing.

There are many knives hanging on the wall, big and small, wide and narrow.

Wen Renshu took a sharp knife in his hand.

Someone came.

Wen Renshu turned over and sat on the table, buckled his feet, then lay down, hid the knife by his side, and quickly put the buckles on his hands.

The door was opened, the man bolted the door, pushed a shelf from the side and placed it on top of Wen Renshu's head next to the table, and then hung the white lantern in his hand on the shelf.

He carefully looked at the famous face.

The cold blade was pressed against Wen Renshu's face, and he seemed to be thinking about where to start.

(End of this chapter)