The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Yeah." Yang Huai'an wiped the remaining sweat, without any fear on his firm face: "All in one go, rush over."

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

When he turned his head, seeing that Wei Yan was thrown on the ground by himself, he couldn't help holding his aching head. Chaoyang Huai'an discussed: "Lamb, I really can't carry Mr. Wei on his back. Why..."

Yang Huaian nodded quickly, and when he walked to Wei Yan, he would be carried on his back. The familiar feeling came again, Yang Huai'an moved for a while, and after hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and put Wei Yan on his shoulder.

Before he could get up, he fell to the ground with a crushing sound.

Zheng Quzhi's eyes widened: "Lamb??!!!"

Before, he thought that Lamb said Wei Yan was joking, but now? ? ? Are the police now so weak?

Yang Huaian tried to get up again, the blue veins on his forehead were already violent, but he still didn't move. Zheng Quzhi thought it was a big mountain that was pressing on him.

In the end, it was Zheng Quzhi who helped Wei Yan up. With a pale face, he sighed deeply, "Forget it, let me come."

With that, he put Wei Yan on his back. As soon as he raised his head, he saw the lamb's complicated eyes, Zheng Quzhi's eyelids twitched and said nothing.

The place full of corpses occupies about three meters, and the ground is full of corpses with broken arms and legs and unknown parts. The more I look at it, the more disgusting, Zheng Quzhi looks pale and looks towards Yang Huai'an: "Step on... step on it?"

if not?

The corpse had already taken up all the passages, and it could only be stepped on in the past.

Yang Huai'an thought about it for a while, and suddenly a bright light appeared, he opened a door of a ward next to it and walked in. Zheng Quzhi didn't dare to stay alone in the gloomy aisle, so he quickly followed.

The room is still messy, and there are scary props prepared by the staff. But this prop is simply a pediatrics comparison with the outside.

Yang Huai'an looked for a meeting, and finally found what he wanted in the corner. I searched again, and finally found several. He handed two of them to Zheng Quzhi: "Put on."

When he saw the two plastic bags, Zheng Quzhi was so moved that he almost cried. Damn, at this time, two plastic bags can save lives.

With plastic bags, Zheng Qu knows that there is not so much rejection. Yang Huai'an still walked in front, covering his nose with one hand and the wooden table legs with the other.

Seeing the mess on the ground, he held his breath and took the first step. He stepped on a section of his arm and made a creak on the ground, Yang Huai'an shook, and he could not stand still. Zheng Quzhi hurriedly helped him behind him.

Yang Huaian's expression was ugly, and after steadying his body, he looked up at the ceiling and ran over directly after gritting his teeth. The feet get stuck in the corpse from time to time, and the strange feeling it brings is unforgettable for a short time.

After rushing over, Yang Huaian's face was crying but unable to cry: "Zheng Quzhi, come on."

Zheng Quzhi couldn't help but retched a few times, and then raised his feet tremblingly. The plastic bag is not big. If it sinks, the body can still rub against Zheng Quzhi's pants, leaving traces on the pants.

Although his trousers were soiled, he didn't know what his psychology was. He gritted his teeth and just lifted Wei Yan high, without letting him rub a trace.

At the beginning, Zheng Quzhi was unhappy. But when the corpse began to move on its own, his face instantly changed and his steps got bigger.

But it was still a step too late, and when he stepped out of the clearing, a skinny hand grabbed his ankle tightly. Zheng Quzhi couldn't dodge, and fell to the ground with a thud.

With Wei Yan on his back.

"Zheng Quzhi!" Yang Huai'an's expression changed. He was shocked when he saw that hand was climbing up Zheng Quzhi's foot. He subconsciously rushed over, picked up the stick and swung it fiercely at that hand.

That hand stopped the upward movement, the little finger was tilted upward, and the long nails even cut Zheng Quzhi's pants, making a shallow mark on the skin.

Yang Huai'an didn't dare to delay, seeing that the wooden stick had little effect, he picked up the iron stick that had fallen aside from the second floor, and slammed it into the thin hand.

laugh--

The iron rod stuck into the middle of the back of his hand, and several fingers struggled constantly, making various shapes in the air. Yang Huaian made a decisive decision, and then fiercely picked, that hand flew out.

"Are you okay?!" The expression on Yang Huai'an's face was not relaxed at all, and he quickly helped Zheng Quzhi up and dragged him back, away from the pile of things.

"It's okay." Zheng Quzhi's face was a little gray. When the hand grabbed him just now, he thought that his leg was going to waste here. The feeling of the rest of my life is not very good, it will only make people feel more collapsed.

Suddenly, Yang Huaian's face suddenly changed. He grabbed Zheng Quzhi and shouted: "Put Mr. Wei on his back! Run quickly!"

As he said, the iron rod swung up and slapped a thrown leg away like a baseball.

Zheng Qu knew that the ankle was painful with only a slight movement, but nothing seemed to be tight at this time, because the pile of corpses moved, as if they were alive.

Gritting his teeth again and picking up Wei Yan on his back, he picked up the wooden stick that Yang Huai'an had thrown on the ground and ran forward like crazy. Listening to the various sounds behind him, Zheng Quzhi felt so tired for the first time.

Not only the body is tired, but the heart is even more tired.

"Quick! The corner in front is the marked staircase point!" Yang Huai'an shouted a little broken.

In panic and fear, Zheng Quzhi unexpectedly walked away. The policeman is still a policeman, at this juncture, he can still think about the stairs.

Something wet was wrapped around Zheng Quzhi's ankle and crawled up along his long legs.

In the distance, the four figures quietly watched the chaos on this side, their scalp tingling with giggles. In the blink of an eye, on the pile of corpses, the little girl was covering her mouth on her little head, giggling at Zheng Quzhi and Yang Huai'an.

"Zheng Quzhi! Your legs!" Yang Huai'an Yu Guang almost fainted when he caught a glimpse of a rotten hand with only some flesh on the bones.

He was still being attacked by a lot of corpses, and he couldn't help Zheng Quzhi at all.

Zheng Quzhi naturally noticed the strangeness on his feet. But he is a person who doesn't like to face reality, just like when he was in Chao Nomura before, he would rather close his eyes and pretend to sleep than open his eyes to see the ghost.

Therefore, with red eyes, he continued to run forward, completely ignoring the hands that had climbed to the knees.

Suddenly, that hand steadily hooked Zheng Quzhi's pants with his little finger, and the other four fingers suddenly stretched out in a strange shape, like a sharp cone, which was about to be pierced into Zheng Quzhi's leg.