Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1191 The Pit is 221 Meters Deep Whose Salvation (3)
Obviously, the bizarre story that Song Che told everyone before was not completely false.When Song Ao led his troops to pursue Yan Xiu to the Valley of Death, his entire army was indeed wiped out here and never came out again.And Er, the son of Su He from Gacha Village, sent people to deliver food every three days to save his life...

Now that Song Ao has become Song Che, where is the deity?

"Guess? Guess? Guess what?" Song Ao's handsome face had an abnormal smile, and his eyes were bulging.

But a second later, his face returned to normal, "Don't worry, you will meet soon. All of you will meet in the Palace of the King of Hades, believe me, and we will know everything when we greet each other. "

Does this person seem to be out of his mind?

In the confusion, Mo Jiu thought about it, and couldn't help grasping Xiao Changsi's arm.

"Old Xiao, what's going on?"

Xiao Changsi frowned, a rare look of tiredness appeared on his face.

"It's a long story—"

A past event that has been covered in dust for a long time is indeed complicated, and it cannot be explained clearly in a sentence or two.Moreover, the truth of the matter involved too many people and too many things, and it was inconvenient for Wanyanxiu to speak out.

Xiao Changsi and Song Che seemed to have the same thoughts.

The two looked at each other, and after a while Song Che smiled again.

"You and I are the same person, the same pathetic."

"No, I'm not like you."

"What's the difference? They're all abandoned poor people."

Mo Jiu couldn't understand his faint sigh.But at this moment, she clearly felt that he was like a lonely ghost in hell who could not be redeemed. He was dragging all the people he hated into hell and buried with him.

"Crazy, this man is crazy."

She murmured softly, weakly.

But these words angered Song Che.

He narrowed his eyes fiercely, and in his direct gaze, there was a wild, aggressive coldness, like... those prairie wolves, wishing they could pounce on her and tear her flesh apart.

"You're the madman, I'm not. I'm not—"

He shouted loudly, suddenly hugged his head tightly, shook it as if he was in pain, and looked up at them again.

"You guys stay here and have a taste of the Valley of Death—oh, by the way, that fake Prince Su He can't save you. Why do you think his people can send food in? That's because of me, my Let them in... I still don't want to let that bastard die."

Who is that bastard referring to?Song Ao?
"Hehe." Mo Jiu looked up and pointed at him weakly, "Only you... Death Valley? Hehehe..."

She looked like she didn't quite believe that he had this ability, and laughed mockingly.

This is obviously a radical, very simple method of radicalization.

But Song Che was tricked, and he looked at her angrily, "I have lived here since I was a child. Every corridor, every stone room, every place here, I can come and go with my eyes closed—"

Having said that, he suddenly shut up.

But what he said shocked everyone.

Looking into his cold eyes, Mo Jiu suddenly had an idea.

"You are the son of Suhe? That stone room for worshiping the gods was prepared for you? Someone has been treating your illness, right? And...that, that lunatic, that lunatic...he is the little prince Song Ao, right?"

In the last few words, she was shocked and gritted her teeth.

(End of this chapter)