Nightmare Attack

But it makes no sense to say this now.

This is a brave child, very similar to the little beggar before, especially the final determination in his eyes.

If Chu Jiu could hear his heart now, he would definitely want him to summon the courage to live and not to be shaken by his own death.

Some of them must survive and put an end to this nightmare.

Even if there is only one person left.

Hearing the roar above his head, the fat man stopped hesitating, turned and ran downstairs.

......

Looking at the **** woman lying on the ground, the figure in the dark breathed out a long sigh, then coughed violently, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

What's weird is that the man's blood looks sour, dripping on the ground, instantly burning black holes in the wooden floor.

The smell of fire and blood was in the air.

The man's right arm hung unnaturally on one side of his body, and it appeared to be broken. Compared with the woman who didn't know the life and death in front of him, he had at least half his life left.

Wei Jinting tore off the silk stockings from his head, and the exposed face was covered with blood stains, one of which almost cut his brow bone.

"Good job." He stared at the woman.

The walls on both sides of the corridor, including the ceiling, had been completely destroyed in the battle just now, and there were hideous traces everywhere.

Some are even left behind by the claws of giant beasts.

These short 5 minutes are memories that can be called a nightmare for the two of them.

But fortunately... it's over.

This woman named Wan Yuning has burned out her last power, that power that didn't belong to her in the first place, she forcibly opened the door and stole it from the devil.

And now, she has to pay for her actions.

Side effects began to appear, the alienation on her body began to fade, and her hideous face turned back to baby fat.

Half of his face was shrouded in shreds of hair, and the woman's figure was rugged, and with such a dark environment, it was quite imaginative.

"Cough cough..." She trembled slightly, black blood was vomiting in her mouth, and the sapphire blue eyes that were admired by others had also been burned out.

She has no threats, even if she is left alone, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive for 10 minutes.

Wei Jinting staggered over, and finally squatted down, quietly looking at this woman who made him feel tricky.

There was blood running down Wei Jinting's ankle, and he felt a sticky feeling every step of the way, leaving a **** shoe print.

"I reminded you, but you didn't listen." Wei Jinting paused for a moment, "If you are like this, you will either be directly beaten and die, or you will survive, but the result of waiting for you will be worse than death."

"You will be eroded and lose your mind." Wei Jinting suddenly lowered his voice: "This is the price you have to pay for your stupidity."

"But you are lucky to meet me, so..." He grinned, changing his tone of voice, "You have a third way to go."

"The night watchman is willing to sacrifice someone like you to attack. It must have accurate information." He condescendingly looked at Wan Yuanning's face that twitched slightly because of pain, and said: "You know there will be people like me. Come, right?"

"Only a very small number of people are qualified to know this level of intelligence. Some of you have already penetrated into our interior." Wei Jinting said: "Let's make a deal. You tell me this person's name, and I will help you tide over the difficulties. "

"Not only can you live, but...I can even help you seize a door so you can truly control that power."

His voice is persuasive, not knowing whether it is because of skill or his own ability.

In short, his voice made the woman react. He saw the dying woman tremblingly stretch out a hand, and her slender fingertips rolled with bright red blood beads.

Her vocal cords had been burned by the scorching blood, but she could still write by hand.

Wei Jinting's breathing became hurried, and he always suspected that a night watchman had penetrated into them. It seemed to be true.

After seeing the words written by the woman, Wei Jinting couldn't help but stunned, then his face instantly darkened, and at the same time a scoffing laugh came from his ears.

A number 4 is clearly left on the ground.

The laughter became more exaggerated and harsh, and Wei Jinting's face was gloomy and dripping with water.

The woman's eyes were ruined, her white skin was covered with bloodstains, and she was curled up on the ground like a homeless stray dog.

The whole body trembled slightly from the severe pain.

But it is such a desolate thing that dare to laugh at yourself?

Wei Jinting stood up expressionlessly, staring at Wan Yuanning's slightly exposed and mocking face, then raised his foot and stepped on her head severely.

In the corridor, the laughter stopped abruptly.

......

"Hao Shuai will be on the 8th floor?" Jiao Tailang, who walked up the stairs and kept an eye on the surrounding movement, turned to his side and asked in a low voice.

"Sure." The fat man looked left and right with small eyes.

"But he doesn't have this painting. If he goes there, he will die." Jiao Tailang couldn't help being a little worried. He had a good impression of Hao Shuai.

"Don't worry, he runs faster than a dog, and his brain is better than a monkey spirit. If we both die, he can't die, and I guess he will probably hide in an empty room near the 8th floor." The fat man whispered: " He is not stupid, he knows to wait for us."

About 10 minutes ago, the fat man ran out of the office building, and the scene in front of him was exactly the same as before.

It is a safe apartment.

As soon as I entered Building 3, I ran into Jiao Tailang hiding behind the stone pillars.

The two tried to test each other at first, but they didn't find any abnormalities before they got together.

After a brief discussion, they decided to go to the 8th floor first.

Since he didn't know Hao Shuai, Jiao Tailang believed Fatty's words for the first time. On the way, the fat man took the time to look at the painting in Jiao Tailang's hand.

The front and back of the painting are respectively painted with Wu ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ on the desperate side and Wu on the well-intentioned side.

There is no need for Jiao Tailang to explain this point. The moment he saw the black-clothed Wu Wu, the breath of despair that came to his face almost overwhelmed him.

It wasn't until Jiao Tailang quickly turned the painting to the benevolent side that Fatty's suffocation felt much better.

The two crept to the 8th floor, which was very quiet, and the depths of the corridor were completely shrouded in darkness.

Different from the room they lived in, it was even older. The walls on both sides and the ceiling above the head seemed to have been soaked in water, and there were large patches of black mold glowing.

If he had to describe it, the fat man felt that time had stopped here, and the air was full of the old-fashioned taste of time.

A few seconds later, a door not far away suddenly opened a small slit, and then, a hand stretched out and swayed at them.

It's a doctor!

Fatty's expression was instantly pleasantly surprised, but Jiao Tailang grabbed him. Neither of them stepped into the corridor, but just stood outside the security door.