The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

But I don’t know why, maybe just like an old horse knows the way, the elderly also have a kind of intuition.

He always had a bad premonition in his mind.

Until the old guide arrived at Pluto's door.

It was an old, somewhat shabby house. The doorway showed no signs of having been maintained and was overgrown with some wild vegetables and weeds that Pluto had casually planted.

The wooden door in the yard was open. The old guide pushed it open casually and shouted loudly, "Hey! Pluto! My old friend! Come out, I brought you some food."

Usually at this time, Pluto would push the door open, and then the two old guys would smile and pat each other.

However, the old guide called out several times but there was no sign of Pluto.

He touched his head, then touched the still hot burrito, wondering if Pluto had gone out.

You should know that Pluto stopped leading tour groups earlier than him. One day a few years ago, Pluto suddenly said that he would no longer bring any tourists to Yulin.

At that time, the old guide was still wondering why, but later he just thought that Pluto might be tired, so he didn't ask any more questions.

In fact, there are doubts here. For example, the time of Pluto's announcement was too sudden. Also, since Pluto stopped going in and out of the rainforest, he has basically stayed at home and rarely leaves the house.

The old guide used to think about Pluto, wondering if he would feel bored, and occasionally invited Pluto to his home for dinner, but Pluto always refused.

Therefore, the old guide couldn't help but grumble in his heart when he saw Pluto who didn't respond.

He muttered, "Pluto, have you changed your character, old man? One day you will go out on your own."

Then he walked up the stairs, carrying the burrito, and prepared to go into the house.

The door of the house was closed. The old guide raised his hand to knock on the door. As soon as his hand fell, the door opened with just a slight touch.

"Squeak-"

With a slight sound, the door, which was not locked, was pushed open accidentally by the old guide.

At that moment, a flash of extreme fear suddenly flashed through the old guide's heart. The hairs on his back stood up, and his intuition told him that something seemed to have happened.

His old heart began to beat faster and the scalding burrito in his hand seemed too hot.

The old guide pushed open the door and walked in, only to see that the entire living room was in a mess, all the cabinet doors were open, and tablecloths and carpets were all over the floor.

All the porcelain containers that could hold things were smashed to pieces, with the ground covered with fragments.

The old guide kept shouting, "Pluto! Damn old man, did you encounter a thief?"

He looked up and saw the shotgun hanging on the wall.

These guides walking in the rainforest are all part-time hunters, after all, they live off the mountains.

So the old guide took the shotgun off the wall without thinking, and then slowly walked into the half-open bedroom door with the gun in hand.

He was like an experienced old hunter, hiding his body behind the door frame, holding a gun in one hand, and slowly opened the bedroom door.

In an instant, a strong and corrupt smell rushed into the old guide's nose. He couldn't help but dry-heaved, and then he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Blood, the whole house was covered in blood.

It was as if a person had exploded like a balloon. The entire ceiling and four walls were covered with large patches of sticky blood. It had not yet been completely oxidized, and the blood was dark red, mixed with sticky human body tissue fragments.

Especially the lights on the ceiling, every piece of glass was covered with minced meat.

The bed in the bedroom was littered with messy limbs, as if they had been cut into pieces. The strangest thing was that the limbs and thighs were intact, but there was a neat cut on the skin from the joints to the bottom.

What does it look like?

The old guide thought hard, "It's like a pig's leg. It has to be skinned, so the skin is cut with a knife to reveal the muscle tissue and bones inside."

These memories obviously had a strong impact on the old guide. He was about to finish one of his cigarettes when he lit up the second one.

"All of Pluto's internal organs were taken away. His heart, liver, spleen, and even intestines were gone."

He was just an empty shell, with all his organs dug out.

The remaining arms and legs were also dug up, as if someone was looking for something. Even the skin and muscles were peeled off for inspection.

"The head is still there..."

The old guide's eyes were dazed, and his voice was light and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of his throat.

Pluto's head is still there, cut off from the neck and placed very neatly in front of a shrine.

That's right, since some time ago, a shrine for worship has appeared in Pluto's room.

There was no main deity in that shrine, only a wooden tablet. The old guide could not recognize what was written on the tablet.

He only remembered that Pluto's head with eyes open was placed upright in front of the shrine.

The old guide held the shotgun with trembling hands and looked at Pluto's head.

Then he saw clearly that Pluto's crown was also opened, and his brain was no longer a complete brain, but was messed up, like tofu pudding with chili oil, a large piece of yellow, red, white, sticky and thick, filled in the skull.

Now it was Tang Tang who had a complicated expression.

The system in her head also fell silent.

The old guide seemed to have finally spoken out this memory. He breathed a sigh of relief, took two deep puffs of his cigarette, and then said, "I'm done."

Tang Tang asked, "Such a horrific murder case...didn't you call the police at the time?"

The old guide said, "This is what I fear the most."

He suddenly raised his eyes, and stared at Tang Tang with his old, cloudy eyes, and said word by word, "I called the police, but I didn't dare to stay there any longer, so I left."

No matter how brave he was, he didn't dare to stay there facing the bizarre death of his old friend.

Moreover, the place where Pluto lives is very remote and there are not many people around.

Tang Tang's bad premonition grew.

Sure enough, the old guide's next sentence nailed Tang Tang to the spot.

He said.

"Soon after I ran, there was a fire, a big fire, and Brute's house was reduced to ashes in just an hour or two."

“When the police arrived, there was nothing left.”

Tang Tang was silent and closed her eyes. Without any hesitation, a word immediately appeared in her mind.

Holy Light Religion.

For some reason, the first thing Tang Tang thought of was that the Shenghui Sect might be involved.

The old guide held the cigarette in his mouth and smiled bitterly, feeling as if he had survived a disaster. "How could the fire happen by chance? I thought, maybe when I was looking at Pluto's body, someone was staring at me outside the window."

[(wipes sweat) I am a little scared after writing this. ]