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 what he was saying now, he would definitely be asking him to muster the courage to live on and not be shaken by his own death.

One of them must survive to end this nightmare.

Even if only the last person is left.

Hearing the roar coming from above his head, the fat man no longer hesitated, turned around and ran downstairs.

Looking at the woman lying on the ground, covered in blood, the figure in the darkness took a long breath, then coughed violently, and blood foam continued to overflow from the corners of her mouth.

But the strange thing is that the man's blood looked like strong acid and dripped on the ground, instantly burning black holes in the wooden floor.

The air was filled with the smell of fire and blood.

The man's right arm hangs unnaturally by his side and seems to be broken. Compared to the unknown woman in front of him, he still has at least half a life left.

Wei Jinting tore off the silk stockings on his head, revealing that his face was covered with bloodstains, and one of the swords almost broke his brow bone.

"Well done." 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 ferocious marks everywhere.

Some even look like remnants of the claws of giant beasts.

These short five minutes were a nightmare for both of them.

But luckily it's over.

This woman named Guan Yuaning has burned out the last of her strength. That strength was not hers in the first place. She forced the door open and stole it from the devil.

And now, she has to pay the price for her actions.

The side effects began to show, the alienation on her body began to fade, and her ferocious face turned back to baby fat.

Half of the side face is covered by fine hair, and the woman's figure is uneven. In such a dark environment, it is very imaginative.

"Ahem!" She trembled slightly, vomiting black blood from her mouth, and her sapphire blue eyes that others admired had been burned away.

She no longer poses any threat. Even if she is left alone, it will probably be difficult for her to survive for 10 minutes.

Wei Jinting staggered over and finally knelt down, quietly looking at this woman who even made him feel troublesome.

There was blood flowing down Wei Jinting's ankles. Every step he took had a sticky feeling and left a bloody shoe print.

"I warned you, but you didn't listen." Wei Jinting paused for a moment, "If you are like this now, you will either be directly attacked and die, or you will survive, but the result waiting for you will be more terrifying 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 have met me, so" he grinned and changed his tone, "you have a third way to go."

"The night watchman is willing to sacrifice people like you for sniping. He must have accurate intelligence." He looked down at Wan Yuan Ning's face that could not help but twitch slightly due to pain, and said: "You knew there would be people like me. Come, right?”

"Only a handful of people are qualified to know this level of intelligence. Someone of you has already infiltrated us." 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 survive, but I can even help you seize a door, allowing you to truly control that power."

His voice is seductive, I don't know if it's because of his skills or his own ability.

In short, his voice made the woman react. He saw the dying woman stretch out a trembling hand, with bright red blood beads rolling on her long fingertips.

Her vocal cords were burned by the hot blood, but she could still write by hand.

Wei Jinting's breathing became rapid. He always suspected that a night watchman had penetrated into their interior. It seemed to be true.

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

A number 4 was clearly left on the ground.

The laughter became more and more exaggerated and harsh, and Wei Jinting's face was so gloomy that water could drip from his face.

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

The whole body was shaking slightly from the severe pain.

But such a down-and-out thing dared to laugh at himself?

Wei Jinting stood up expressionlessly, staring at Wan Yuan Ning's slightly exposed half of her face that was full of ridicule, then raised his foot, stepped on her head hard.

In the corridor, the jeers stopped abruptly.

"Will Hao Shuai be on the 8th floor?" Jiao Tailang, who was always paying attention to the surroundings as he walked up the stairs, asked in a low voice to his side.

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

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

"Don't worry, he can run faster than a dog and has a brain better than a monkey. He can't die even if we both die. And I guess he is most likely hiding in an empty room near the 8th floor." The fat man whispered: " He is not stupid and knows how to wait for us.”

About 10 minutes ago, Fatty ran out of the office building. The scene in front of him was exactly the same as what Jiao Tailang had seen before.

It's a safe apartment.

As soon as I entered Building 3, I met Jiao Tailang hiding behind a stone pillar.

The two of them tested each other out at first, but found nothing unusual before they got together.

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

Since he didn't know Hao Shuai well, Jiao Tailang believed Fatty's words for now. Fatty took the time to look at the painting in Jiao Tailang's hand on the way.

On the front and back of the painting, there are respectively nothing representing despair and nothingness representing kindness.

There is no need for Jiao Tailang to explain this. The moment he saw Wu Yi in black on the painting, the aura of despair that hit his face almost made him breathless.

It wasn't until Jiao Tailang quickly turned the painting over to the kind side that Fatty's suffocating feeling became much better.

The two of them tiptoed to the 8th floor. It was very quiet here, and the depths of the corridor were completely shrouded in darkness.

Different from the room they lived in, this place was older. The walls on both sides and the ceiling above seemed to have been soaked by water, and there were large pieces of black mold.

If he had to describe it, Fatty felt as if time had stopped here, and the air was filled with the old-fashioned smell of time.

A few seconds later, a door not far away suddenly opened a small crack, and then a hand stretched out and waved towards them.

It's a doctor!

The fat man's face suddenly looked surprised, but Jiao Tailang grabbed him. Neither of them stepped into the corridor, they just stood outside the security door.