Goldfinger Auction

I don't know how long it took.

"Where am I?"

Sun Suo felt very confused.

I often switch between various simulation scenes, and every time I fall asleep or wake up from a coma, there will be a daze of not knowing where I am.

Soon Sun Suo recalled.

It was the scene where I wanted to get the Divine Crystal...

not dead?

If he is dead, he will exit the scene, and the ceiling is obviously not in Sun's house, which means that he is not dead?

Not being dragged to death by a chariot?

'boom! ’

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and then the torrential rain fell.

All of Sun Suo's feelings were closed in an instant, and then it seemed to open up again.

His sanity was also completely awake.

The whole body started to be in severe pain, a burning pain.

Oh, yes, it's the injury from being dragged out.

There was a strong smell of Chinese medicine from the side.

"Are you awake?" an old voice called.

Looking at the past, it is a kind old grandmother.

"I... what happened?" Sun Suo tried to ask.

"When I was shopping for food, I found you on the street. You were seriously injured. Alas, there is not a single part of your body intact... It's so pitiful... Who is torturing you like this?" The grandmother wiped away her tears.

"Thank you for saving me." Sun Suo almost understood what was going on.

"You're welcome, come, drink this bowl of medicine, and your injury will heal quickly." The grandmother poured a bowl of potion from the Chinese medicine pot next to it and handed it to Sun Suo.

"Thank you." Sun Suoqiang sat up with support, leaned against the wall, stretched out his hand to take the bowl of traditional Chinese medicine, and accidentally touched the grandmother's hand with his finger.

Sun Suo couldn't help but be surprised...

This is not a normal human hand.

Sun Suo is of course familiar with the touch of human hands, but he is also familiar with the touch of ghost hands.

Because he has raised several ghost pets, their hands are cold, not the coldness of normal human hands, but a kind of coldness that penetrates to the bones.

At the moment when the human hand and the ghost hand touch, there will be some specific subtle reactions due to the different ways of the human and the ghost.

This old grandmother's hand is obviously not the same as human hands, but the same as those of Sun Suo's ghost pets.

"Grandma, what's your surname?" Sun Suo didn't drink, but chatted with the old grandma.

"My surname is Meng..." The old grandmother stared at the medicine bowl in Sun Suo's hand.

"My hand hurts so much that I can't lift it... Grandma, can you feed me?" Sun Suo gasped.

"Cough, the bowl isn't heavy. You can take it up after you rest for a while." The grandmother refused to help.

Sun Suo rested for a while, and then reluctantly brought the bowl to his mouth, as if he took a sip.

"It's so salty." Sun Suo frowned.

"Impossible, I've made this bowl of soup for thousands of years...for several years, my recipe has not changed, is your taste too bland?" The grandmother felt strange to Sun Suo's statement.

"Soup?" Sun Suo asked.

"Soup medicine." The grandmother hurriedly made up.

"Try it, this bowl is really salty." Sun Suo handed the bowl to the grandmother.

"This is medicine, I can't taste it." The grandmother refused.

"It's okay to take a bite, just taste if it's salty or not. It's really salty, and it's too salty to eat." Sun Suo continued to hand over the bowl.

"Do you drink or not?" The kind expression on the grandmother's face faded, and her tone became fierce.

"Drink." Sun Suo picked up the bowl and brought it to his mouth again, with the other hand protecting the edge of the bowl, and at the same time blocking the grandma's sight.

The old grandmother probed to the side of the medicine bowl, trying to see whether Sun Suo was drinking for real or fake.

It was too late and too fast, Sun Suo grabbed the grandmother's head with one hand, forcibly squeezed her mouth, and poured the medicine down with the other hand...

The old grandmother struggled frantically, and most of the potion was spilled on the bed, and I don't know if some was poured into it.

But after a while, the grandmother stopped struggling, and her expression became a little dull, as if she had Alzheimer's disease.

"Meng Po soup made for thousands of years?" Sun Suo snorted coldly. Fortunately, he didn't drink it. He probably forgot everything after drinking it.

At this moment, there were cluttered footsteps outside.

There seems to be a lot of people.

Sun Suo quickly lay back on the bed and pretended to be unconscious.

Now he is seriously injured, and he is just an ordinary person. He is barely able to deal with an old thing caught off guard. If there are more, he will not be able to deal with it.

"Did he drink the soup?" a masked man who came in asked the grandmother.

"Ah?" The grandmother looked blank.

"You won't drink the soup yourself, will you?" The man in the mask seemed to understand something when he saw the grandmother's performance.

"Oh." The grandmother was still at a loss.

"Did he wake up just now?" the masked man asked again.

"Ah?" The grandmother turned to look at Sun Suo lying on the bed, still blank.

"It looks like she really drank the soup, how can this soup be drunk?" Another masked man opened his mouth.

"What should I do? He seems to be in a coma."

"Isn't it enough to force-feed him while he's in a coma?"

"No, he's different from us. He's not dead yet. If he's dead, it will only be effective if we force-feed him. If he's not dead, it will only be effective if he takes the initiative to drink it himself."

Several masked men whispered.

"Go and check, is he really comatose or pretending to be comatose." The masked man who seemed to be a small boss instructed a masked man beside him.

"Okay." After the masked man responded, he went to the bed and stretched out his hand to check Sun Suo.

"He was pretending to be in a coma." The masked man replied after checking.

Seeing that Sun Suo couldn't hold on, after accumulating enough strength, he suddenly flipped the quilt on his body towards the masked man who was examining him, and pushed the quilt along with him towards the other masked men.

Taking advantage of this chaos, Sun Suo got out of bed and quickly ran out of the door.

There was a long stone road outside. After escaping, Sun Suo fled forward desperately.

After running for a while, I didn't feel footsteps behind me, but I always heard someone talking.

Sun Suo looked back.

It turned out that... no matter how he ran, the house he escaped from was always more than ten meters behind him.

The masked men ~www.readwn.com~ stood by the door, watching Sun Suo run away with interest with interest, pointing with their hands and saying something.

Sun Suo continued to run forward while looking back.

After running for a while, he slumped to the ground in despair.

The stamina has been exhausted.

How can an ordinary person play with such a large group of ghosts?

Is this scene too ridiculous?

Seeing that Sun Suo couldn't run, he slumped down, and two of the masked men came over.

They supported Sun Suo from left to right and walked back to the little leader.

"Let's throw it into the water prison first, and I'll decide what to do in a few days after I'm done with the work at hand." The little boss gave the order after thinking for a moment.

It's two updates today, good night! grateful!