Under the action of universal gravitation!
The stubble-breaking pendulum fell vertically, like a broken knife that was let go.
after all,
This scum-like body has no talent for using knives, this matter is confirmed.
The stench rushed to the face, his mouth exposing his mouth with stinking teeth, and the sticky saliva dripped down Senbai's lips. This was a... a corpse that was manipulated.
Chen Ying stared at the culled corpse at close range, her eyes full of murderous intent. After being locked in a small black room and watching the live broadcast for so long, the anger in his heart was already overwhelmed, and he raised his feet with a grinning smile. The stinking sneakers showed the steaming heat and kicked the "knife handle."
Huh!
The falling stubble twists the angle, stabs upward, and the terrifying force tears through the air, and plunges straight into the corpse from a 47-degree angle.... Through the nape of the corpse, a piece of torn muscle fascia is brought out in a daze. .
Half of his neck was severed, his head swung to the side and fell, the angle was weird and hideous.
From Chen Ying’s perspective, it was the head that was originally looking upright. It was suddenly cut off and cracked. It cracked from the neck with a "hiss", and fell to the ground like a broken thread. Then, a pitch-black cane pierced through the back of the back. Bursting out, at the same time, countless slender threads descended from him like a cobweb, covering the inertially forward corpse.
The corpse leaned forward stiffly, frozen in place.
Chen Ying looked down at the face close at hand, her severed neck aside, her head hung diagonally, her ugly eyes "buzzed", and she stared up at his overlooking gaze.
Silent!
In the pitch-black eyes, it was as if another person's eyes were looking at Chen Ying in the eye sockets of the corpse.
"Just a little bit, you succeeded, huh~"
This little bit does not refer to the distance that the blade swept, but refers to the millimeter that Chen Chao was almost replaced.
The corner of Chen Ying's mouth evoked Bingyan's killing intent. He stared fiercely at that eye, his gaze seemed to penetrate a black hole that was obscured, and he screamed: "I probably know what you want to do, and I also know you have other things. Plan, it’s okay, I will find you!"
Pause for 1 second.
Chen Ying said meaningfully: "The game of hide and seek, I am very good at it, and I will find you!"
Huh!
The sharp cane was pulled back, revealing the crushed heart and the rotten and shriveled organs inside. It was faintly visible. There were countless squirming black threads inside, like a doll toy woven and threaded from inside.
Xia Yannan stared at the scenery inside the corpse, her palms suddenly lifted, her nails gushing out of fine black sand and drilling in, making a gnawing sound, corroding and breaking the black wires that were manipulated.
The bottle cap fell from the ceiling and stepped on Chen Ying's shoulders, grinning at the black lines and yelling at the black lines. He might feel that his "copyright" has been infringed by piracy.
The corpse whose chest and heart were broken by the hole and the neck was cut off can still struggle to move, with its head hanging on the shoulder, rotating stiffly, and in the ugly eye sockets, the whirling flies died silently and turned into a pile of corpses. In the eye socket.
Silently, death responded!
Chen Ying frowned, and the lid of the bottle retracted the tied silk thread, and volleyed back to the missing belly one by one. The dented belly quickly returned to a round shape. He touched his belly with a slight disgust. I always feel that there is a smell on the silk thread, as if I haven't taken a bath for several days, and it's rotten.
You have to soak in a "Coke bath" before you can clean it.
Xia Nannan leaned against the wall with a cane without expression. There was a blood hole on her ankle that was bleeding out, and her shoes were all dyed red.
Chen Ying stared at the corpse completely silent, and fell to the ground. He looked at the gloomy corridor. The smeared grimaces were like faces hidden behind the scenes, just like every one of them. Behind the grimace, there is a resentful, living face, staring at everything happening in the corridor without blinking.
"Is it an illusion?"
Chen Ying blinked. He seemed to see so many grimacing faces, as if they were grinning at the same time, like crying and laughing, resentment and sarcasm. However, when he looked at it, everything returned to normal, still the graffiti, there was no coldly. colour.
He pulled out a bandage from his backpack and handed it to Xia Nannan, then walked slowly into one of the grimace faces, and stood there staring at it.
The wall is still a wall, graffiti is still graffiti!
Xia Nannan knelt down and tied her ankles with a bandage. Then she got up and walked to the side of Chen Ying. Her black sharp nails chopped up tofu and plunged into the wall. She stirred the graffiti on the graffiti, only to see the rustling wall. dust.
It's a pity that behind the crushed grimace couldn't catch a demon, only the white wall with potholes.
Chen Ying curled his lips in disdain. He didn't believe that he was dazzled. Those grimaces must have moved just now, but now that they have left after watching the play, they seem to have no intention to enter the scene personally for the time being, or Said that they could not enter the venue in person.
"Only Lu Yanfei!"
"For the time being, only Lu Yanfei, is he here to set up a stage for you?"
Chen Ying's heart was full of malice. He gritted his teeth. Although there are still a lot of things he can't understand, he also guessed something, and the guesses are full of strong malice towards himself. Tickets to the venue".
"Hey, good!"
Chen Ying sneered. He walked out of the corridor and walked towards the basement along the way he came.
The corpse was left in the corridor, and the smell of decay spread. Suddenly, the dead corpse was weird. The flies drained of life in the eye sockets seemed to inject the last trace of electricity into him. He crawled forward on the ground, crawling into the counseling room little by little.
He crawled in and climbed to the side of the opened bookcase. His exposed chest suddenly opened inch by inch. The black air was transpiring and twisted. A strange black film emerged, and then the harsh rubbing sound came from the black film. One side emerged, as if there was a demon on the other side frantically scratching the door with his nails.
The black membrane was scratched, and one hand suddenly pierced through, grabbing the black membrane and tearing it to both sides. In the process, the palm of the hand was burning, decayed and decayed quickly, just a few short breaths, the hand The skin and muscles on the palm are carbonized.
As the burning ashes fell into the cabinet, the black film was also torn out. Then, a file bag wrapped in kraft paper came out from the inside and was slowly stuffed back into the drawer. It was exactly where Chen was inserted. Go to the archives of "lyf".
The file that was taken away, and the file that was pierced back, once taken back, all traces seemed to be erased quietly. The only difference is that the letters on it were erased. This is a copy of no Sign the name of the file.
Who does he belong to