Everyone was just watching the tombstones, and no one cared about who was standing behind Ning Meng, but this matter was obviously not right. The depth of the pit was pushed down and he might have fallen to death. While Jin Li was feeling that Ning Meng was lucky, he began to try to recall what happened just now.

——After subdividing, there are three teams here, including Ku Ding, Meng Po, and Ning Meng, who are distinguished guests, can be directly excluded. I know my own people, so I will only be Qi Laoqi's people left.

"I'll help you up first. This stone strip is also weird. You can feel the cold air."

"Cold air? No."

Ning Meng wiped the blood from his face, and wrote it clearly on his face when he was unhappy. He wanted to find the person who pushed him now, and without waiting for Jin Li to help him, he grabbed the ladder and climbed up. It seemed that there was no major obstacle in the fall just now.

Although Jin Li was very concerned about the blood-stained headstone, he still followed Ning Meng to climb the deep pit.

However, the blood on the tombstone was slowly printed after Jin Li raised his head, as if it had been absorbed by this stone strip, making the blood patterns on the stone strip more intense. On the side where the stone strip was originally facing upwards and later turned over by Ku Ding, some textures were being revealed, as if Ning Meng's blood was gathered along a certain track.

When Ning Meng climbed up, a man with medical ability came to bandage him. After a simple cleaning, he did see a wound that was knocked out. Although the wound was not deep, it was in a higher part of his forehead. It was no longer bleeding, which surprised the guy who bandaged him.

"Your blood coagulation ability is very common. It seems that your wound will heal in less than two days. If it is itchy during this period, be careful not to scratch it with your hands."

But Ning Mengke ignored the reminder of this guy. His eyes looked at everyone very unkindly, trying to find the guy who pushed him, but he knew that the force of pushing him was not like a joke, nor was it accidental.

Meng Po pulled the butcher Ding, who was still observing the thick fog under the mountain bag, and checked Ning Meng's situation, which made Ning Meng look embarrassed. She was also a little skilled, and she was a loss.

"I have a little baby here who can make the wound heal immediately. Do you want to try it?"

Meng Po laughed strangely all day long, not to mention that Ning Meng Po was definitely not what she liked. He shook his head like a rattle, for fear that Meng Po would suddenly take out a big bug, which would scare him.

"It's okay, skin trauma, just a little skin trauma."

But the pot frowned and reached out to press Ning Meng's wound for a moment. There was a hint of cool air there, but seeing Ning Meng's appearance, she was as unconscious.

“Don’t you feel anything else?”

Ning Meng would care a lot about the question from Ku Ding. He rubbed his temples and answered with no certainty: "Well... it doesn't hurt, and there is no other feeling. I feel a little dizzy, not serious, very subtle."

Hearing this, Ku Ding didn't care that Ning Meng's wound had just been bandaged and tore it open.

The head around the cracked area has been cut off. The wound is probably as long as the little finger and is not deep. It may only crack the scalp, but the wound is white and has almost no blood color, and there is not even a blood scab, like a cut white flesh.

Po Ding gently touched the wound with his fingers, but Ning Meng didn't even react.

“md!”

Even the chef couldn't help but say something swearing. Ning Meng was a familiar chef. In an instant, he felt that his wound was not simple. He was not panicked. Instead, he reached out to touch it, but it seemed that the wound was not his own, completely like touching a piece of vegetable and meat placed on the chopping board.

"Who bandaged you just now."

"I...I didn't pay attention, just watching the others, he stood beside me, and I didn't see his face."

Obviously, Ning Meng was trapped. Ning Meng only remembered that the person who bandaged him was Jin Li's people. His people dressed in a standard way, and there was basically no difference. He still remembered which one he was there.

"Don't move, hold on, it may hurt."

As he said that, Ku Ding had no idea when he took out a kitchen knife. He shook his hand and cut a cross at the wound on Ning Meng's head. He squeezed and pressed hard with his other hand, and actually squeezed out a pile of white pus. Ning Meng only heard it hurt, her head shook, her eyes turned black, and she almost fainted.

Meng Po quickly supported Ning Meng and pressed his body by the way, for fear that he would move.

The chef put away the kitchen knife and directly used his hand to push away Ning Meng's wound. At the connection between his skull and his flesh, a thin strip like a tapeworm was twisting, but his body was blood-red and red. Then the chef reached out and squeezed it out directly.

Behind it was Meng Po who took over. She took out a small bottle from her bag and pinched some big ant-like insects from it, bit by bit holding the wound on Ning Meng's head. Even if Ning Meng hated the insects, she could only let Meng Po do it on her head.

After Meng Po squeezed out a fat meat worm and applied the worm meat to her head, Ning Meng gasped palely on her face, which was considered to have come back to her senses.

Seeing that the chef Ding moved the knife, he still moved the kitchen knife, Jin Li and Lao Qi both leaned over, and others were paying attention to it. After all, it was shocking to scratch the head with the kitchen knife.

Originally, Jin Li followed Ning Meng, but when he got into a trap, he saw someone helping Ning Meng bandage him, so he went to investigate who might have pushed Ning Meng. When he looked back at Ning Meng, he saw that the chef was already using the knife and realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Why...what is going on."

"Get everyone together, stare at each other, don't leave any one behind, if something is wrong, just kill it."

The cook did not directly answer Jin Li, and his tone was stiff. The cook also told Lao Qi the same thing. Soon, the 20th and 30th people stood together. Everyone was in this industry. They knew that there was something to do in this action. In addition, Ning Meng was wearing a tiger's face and there was no blood on her face, and she was all confused.

"I don't hide it. Among us, there are either some people who are ill-hearted or there are ghosts!"

The cook Ding was holding his kitchen knife in his hand and standing in front of everyone. If someone usually held a kitchen knife, he would definitely be pointed at. But at this time, the cook Ding's appearance made everyone feel afraid, not to mention that the last word "ghost" was accented, and the surroundings were dark mountains and forests, which made people feel cold.

Jin Li and Lao Qi stood at both ends of the team. Their respective people stood separately, all of them who were familiar to them, and they didn't know how to distinguish them for a while.
Chapter completed!