Under Zhao Jue's trouble, Bai Yutang was slipped away by the other party before he could figure out the true identity of the mysterious PTW and had not even judged his gender.

He originally wanted to chase him, but Zhao Jue told him that there was a good show.

Bai Yutang was a little puzzled, "What kind of play you watched? I didn't watch enough just now?"

Zhao Jue raised his fingers and gently knocked his lips, signaling Bai Yutang not to speak, and turned around and walked out to the gate on the other side.

Bai Yutang looked back at the three corpses lying in the church and frowned slightly. When he went out, he looked back and seemed a little hesitant. He was wondering if he wanted to ask someone to clean up the corpse. It was so straight that it felt like it was not a dead person, like a dead dog or a cat, without even basic dignity.

Seeing that he hadn't followed, Zhao Jue looked back and saw that on the steps at the entrance of the church, Bai Yutang turned around and looked inside the church. The bright moonlight outlined his beautiful and three-dimensional side, and looked at the ground of the church with his eyes. Perhaps because the moonlight was too bright, Bai Yutang had crystal spots in his eyes, which looked like a reflector, bright and soft.

Generally speaking, a person with sharper and firmer eyes will be confused when hesitates.

Seeing that Bai Yutang seemed to be in a difficult situation, Zhao Jue couldn't help laughing.

Bai Yutang looked at him in confusion.

The moment he turned around, Zhao Jue suddenly thought of a sentence someone once said - if life is constantly repetitive and cruel to you in this life, then you don’t need to regret it. In the next life, God will definitely find you and then pamper you twice as much. This sentence is the epitaph engraved on the tombstones by all of them, and it is also the only reason to persist in the completion of this broken life.

Zhao Jue was very satisfied with Bai Yutang's eyes at this time, with compassion and helplessness in his eyes. Only happy people will know how to be compassionate, because they know their own happiness, and can feel the misfortune of others and thus sympathize with them.

Zhao Jue raised his face and looked at the dazzling cross on the wall, as if he was seeing the back of the world through the rows of bullet holes. On the border of the opposite side was Bai Ye on the tall building.

Bai Ye leaned his elbows on the rusty iron railing casually. Half of his body poked out of the building and looked at the valley under the moonlight in the distance. He seemed to feel Zhao Jue's gaze, turned his face meaninglessly, and glanced at the church. If the inside of the church was the beautiful and bright cross light and shadow, then there was a broken and bullet-filled wall outside. Zhao Jue was on the other side of the church, just like the other side of the mirror, which could be seen and touched, but it was always the opposite of reality. No matter how you act, the person in the mirror could not come out.

Bai Ye's mouth slightly raised a little, and his smile was too light. Zhan Zhao, who was paying attention to his change in his expression, tasted a little helplessness from this smile. He was good at psychological analysis and it was difficult for him to guess what kind of mood Bai Ye felt at this time. Faced with such a crazy gift, Bai Ye was more surprised or more happy?

Ma Han raised his head and suddenly looked around.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Hu was curious.

"Uh... it seems..." Before Ma Han finished speaking, he suddenly heard a series of "chirping" sounds. In the distant canyon, something seemed to alarm the birds resting.

The black bird array rose from the canyon without any warning and soon flew into the distance.

Bai Ye frowned deeply, "Is it opened..."

"Open?" Zhan Zhao was curious, "What to open?"

"Listen..." Bai Ye suddenly reminded.

Zhan Zhao and others were slightly stunned, and then they heard a strange sound. This sound can only be described as strange. The notes are not single, but more like a combination.

There are some sounds similar to metal friction, some seem to be shaking, some seem to be percussion music, and some are buzzing and solemn playing music, are there hodgepodges? But overall, it still gives people a very heavy and desolate feeling, which is probably related to the background of the Grand Canyon.

Zhan Zhao leaned over and asked Bai Ye, "What's the matter open?"

Bai Ye was silent for a moment, and spoke with Zhao Jue, who was asked the same question by Bai Yutang in the church, and answered at the same time - the grave

Zhan Zhao looked suspicious.

Zhao Hu then poked Ma Han lightly with his elbow, "Brother Ma, what grave?"

Ma Han was silent for a while and frowned, "It seems that the sound of the metal door opening, because of the echo, it causes this effect, and..."

"There are also fallen bones and the sudden change in air thinness, causing the airflow to form wind, blowing those hollow dead bones, and the sound of the startled birds flapping their wings." Bai Yutang looked at Zhao Jue, "Isn't the Grand Canyon a historical site? Why is it said to be a tomb?"

Zhao Jue patted her hands gently, "It's amazing, you can hear it like this, can you absolutely sound? Zhan Xiaomao also said that you are a sound nerd, and your genes will change slightly!"

Bai Yutang sighed, "What do you want?"

Zhao Jue's eyes calmed down slightly and walked towards the cemetery.

Bai Yutang followed behind in confusion, looking at the large tombstones in front of him, and realized that there were so many victims. He couldn't help but think of the corpses in the church just now, the murderers and the murderers, which were equally sad.

"This place is a ruin." Zhao Jue's voice was light and boring, neither excited nor heavy, and his eyes were looking at one of the white tombs.

Bai Yutang saw the familiar little angel sculpture - it was Xinxin's tombstone, the forgotten child, and the snow-white lily bouquet in front of the grave, which was still very fresh, forming a sharp contrast with the cemetery's lifelessness.

Zhao Jue slowly stretched out his hand, gently placed one hand on his chest, gently supported the elbow of the other hand, his slender index finger bent slightly, and slowly slid along the slightly concave area below his lips to his chin. He pointed it lightly, opened his mouth, and asked Bai Yutang in a slightly playful tone, "Are you ready?"

Bai Yutang did not answer, but just lowered his head slightly to stare at the tombstone, took a slow and elegant step forward, and then suddenly grabbed Zhao Jue and flipped over the tombstone. After the two of them had just hidden in a tombstone, they heard a harsh sound of gunfire.

Bai Yutang held the gun and glanced at Zhao Jue who pressed his ears with both hands and grimaced at him.

"listen……"

Bai Yutang was slightly stunned and heard the church bell ringing suddenly.

It should be around nine o'clock in the evening now, and Bai Yutang frowned and glared at Zhao Jue.

Zhao Jue stretched out three fingers and compared the OK or three postures. He blinked at Bai Yutang. Bai Yutang knew that if all the PTW test items of that year had survived, there should be seven people. One of them escaped just now and was killed by Ma Han. So, there are three more here.

The church bells will ring nine times, so...

A thought flashed through Bai Yutang's mind, and with Zhao Jue's cunning smile, he, who had always been very gentle, couldn't help but curse and swear.

Zhao Jue smiled happily, and watched Bai Yutang flash to another tombstone, leading the first killer out, pulled the trigger when the third bell came, and then rushed into the dense woods.

What followed was the gunshots stomping on the bell.

In the distance, Zhan Zhao on the roof walked to this side of the church and frowned, "Do you sacrifice your companions?"

"The mantis stalks the cicada." Bai Ye continued lightly, "It should have been used to deal with me."

"But Zhao Jue replaced you with Yutang." Zhan Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is it to be more confident?"

Bai Ye looked at Zhan Zhao who seemed to be smiling, "I really dare to say it."

Zhan Zhao turned around, calmness and complacency flowing out of his eyes, "He is stronger than you."

Another gunshot came.

"The third one should be solved, too." Bai Ye said to himself. When he heard the eighth bell ringing, he couldn't help but nod, "It's so fast."

...

Zhao Jue heard nothing and was about to look behind the tombstone, but he felt someone pulling his arm. When he turned around, he saw that Bai Yutang had already pulled him out of the cemetery and the two ran wildly outside the cemetery.

"Ahhh" Zhao Jue was thrown out of the church wall by Bai Yutang, and fell on the grass and fell firmly. He rubbed his butt and was about to curse people, but Bai Yutang jumped out and pulled his collar and continued forward.

While the two ran out of the church area, the ninth bell fell.

What followed was a loud "rumbling" sound. Bai Yutang stood still and looked back at the direction of the church.

Zhao Jue was dragged and pulled by him, squatted beside him and patted his chest, raised his face to look at Bai Yutang. I wonder if it was a problem with the angle of elevation, or whether Bai Yutang's tall figure and white clothes were too dazzling in the dark.

In short, this kind of look up makes people feel thrilled - why so many people want youth, strength, beauty, talent, wisdom... because all of this is so beautiful that people are crazy about it.

With the loud noise, the entire church and the cemetery exploded like directional explosions. Then the rolling smoke and dust were aroused and rose into the air. The spherical dust expanded exaggeratedly, and the debris of the stone and wood chips flew out in all directions.

In the distance, Zhao Hu opened his mouth wide, "No..."

Bai Ye frowned, "Sure enough, there was an ambush."

"Oh no, captain and the others..." Zhao Hu was anxious and took out his cell phone to call.

Zhan Zhao whispered, "Don't worry, Yutang and Zhao Jue will be fine."

Ma Han put down. He just saw the Baiyutang that threw Zhao Jue out of the church and rushed out of the white jade hall. The white figure stretched quickly in the darkness like a snow-white leopard, full of the beauty of power.

"They are both fine." Ma Han turned around, pointed to the scope, and signaled that he had seen it.

"This is the yellow bird behind." Zhan Zhao put his hands in circles and turned downstairs, "I want to plot against Zhao Jue, it's too naive."

Ma Han and Zhao Hu looked at each other, looking at Bai Ye who was still leaning against the railing and staring at the distant canyon, "What is the gift?"

Bai Ye turned around, remained silent for a long time, and said, "Probably, something like Soul-Super Song."

Zhao Hu blinked, then put down his gun, and didn't want to ask anymore. He stood up, reached out to pick up Ma Han's coat, took out the cigarette box, and found that there were three cigarettes inside, so he took one in his mouth, gave Ma Han one, and threw one to Bai Ye.

Walking to the railing beside Bai Ye, Zhao Hu held the rusty iron railing with one hand, "I like this tune."

Zhan Zhao walked downstairs and turned upwards. He saw three men upstairs, all bowing their heads and lit cigarettes. The fiery red light lit up, and the smoke painted three different forms in an unusual fit with the dark night above his head.

Smiling and shook his head, Zhan Zhao walked forward, and on the fork, a white car rushed out and stood in front of him.

Bai Yutang opened the car door and Zhan Zhao got into the car.

Zhao Jue was in the back seat, and came up with great interest, lay on the back of the chair and looked at the two of them, "The wonderful thing began!"

Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows, "I'm looking forward to it."
Chapter completed!