Doesn't it have to be a ghost?

In the middle of the night, the whole stockade was quiet like a deep sleep. At this time, a smiling woman appeared, and both of them turned white with fear.

They want to scream, but they dare not.

If other people are attracted, their suspicion will be washed away.

Charlee Ford leaned against the wall with his chest in his arms, looked leisurely, spread his hands and said, "Take them out."

"What?" The two men retreated warily.

"The poison you want to poison, I want to see what kind it is this time." Charlee Ford raised his eyebrows.

Two people look at each...