Yan Yan's brain has been completely occupied by the sense of suffocation, and his wisdom and firm will have been completely destroyed under the crushing attack!
He can no longer think about what dead end he has triggered, why the evil spirits are looking for him one after another. All he can do now is to stretch out his violent arms and wave forward frantically and helplessly, trying to grasp what can be done. Let yourself be able to save your own things.
But obviously, the evil spirits will not give him any chance!
Those pale hands were like a pair of iron tongs, and Yan Yan’s neck was the steel bar it was about to break. With the continuous pressure on those hands, Yan Yan’s originally handsome face began to have fierce features, his face was bloodshot, and his eyes seemed to be congested. Staring out of his eyes, blue-purple tendons kept arching on his cheeks.
It only takes a few seconds for the evil spirits to kill.
For Yan Yan, these few seconds are as long as a century. He really feels that his physical characteristics are slowly stagnating, and the intensity of his original struggle is getting less and less. Time was contained.
A little bit of blood spewed out from all the outlets on his face, eyes, ears, nostrils, lips!
The large amount of blood that had been held back by the skin has finally found a place to vent at this moment, and the world in front of me has become dim, scarlet, and creepy!
He was feeling the coming of his death.
And he vaguely saw the front door of the bedroom, standing several figures, but due to the blurred vision, he couldn't see whether it was a person or something.
Yan Yan never made any noise since he was caught by the evil spirit. Even though he was struggling hard, things backfired. Remember URL
At this moment, Gao Yiyuan and He Xiao, one in the kitchen and the other in the other bedroom, smashed the reflective glass. The violent noise on their side was in stark contrast to the dead silence in Yan Yan. No one knew Yan Yan's seven times. The veteran of the mission experience and the actual leader of the team are slowly dying.
Yan Yan's eyelids have been drooping weakly, and everything in front of him has no perception except blood and light. His consciousness has become blurred, and his brain has become nothingness.
But with another tragic scream in the bathroom, a weird and unexpected change suddenly occurred!
At the same time, a cold reminder suddenly appeared in the minds of all the survivors.
"In the mission of no time, the third deceased appeared, the remaining death toll of this mission is 7 people, when it is exhausted, all executors will be wiped out!"
The hands that originally pinched Yan Yan so hard, after hearing this scream, they suddenly stopped, and then the figure wrapped in the black mist became transparent. The hands that almost killed Yan Yan, Slowly let go at this moment.
Yan Yan survived in an incomprehensible form when half of his body stepped into the grave!
"Cough cough cough!"
Since the hands left, Yan Yan's whole body fell feebly on the bed like a piece of noodles. While sucking in the air, he kept coughing up blood.
A violent cough pours out the blood clogged in his throat. This is a subconscious instruction from his body. If it is allowed to block, I am afraid Yan Yan will choke to death!
Just as the only living person in the room returned to the world, the evil spirit behind seemed to have experienced a long struggle, and finally dissipated unwillingly.
At this moment, Yan Yan struggled to raise his head and looked in the direction of the door. The figures that he had seen when he was dying had also completely dissipated at this moment.
Even he couldn't say, whether those figures were illusions that they saw while they were still dead, or are they real!
Yan Yan finally managed to regain a trace of his ability to move after a long period of gasping and adjustment. He put up his hands hard, turned himself over from a prone position, and fell on his back, his face stained with blood, but But there is a lot of luck after the disaster.
It is precisely because he died that he is so attached to the feeling of being alive.
This is also the fact that most executors face the baptism of death missions again and again, but they have not lost their confidence, because they all know that when they die, it is really painful!
At this time, Gao Yiyuan and He Xiao, who had been busy for a long time, finally appeared at the door. At first glance, they did not care about Meng Liang in the bathroom, but at the same time looked at Jiang Bantong’s bedroom, the Yan Yan who fell on his back and was covered in blood. .
Almost at the same time when they saw Yan Yan's tragic scene, the two of them felt a thud. They thought that the news of their death referred to Meng Liang, but the moment they saw Yan Yan, there was a moment of trance.
Because Yan Yan looked so much like a dead person, lying on the bed, bleeding from his seven orifices, and motionless. At first glance, he couldn't see the ups and downs of his chest.
The two suddenly panicked, they both thought Yan Yan was dead, and rushed toward the room quickly.
Gao Yiyuan pulled Yan Yan's soft and feeble arm, turned his head, and even stretched out his hand to sniff.
Yan Yan's staring eyes, without blinking, said in a very low and weak tone: "I'm still alive..."
He Xiao was taken aback by his sudden words, and he stood on tiptoe and looked at Yan Yan's pale blood, "You are bleeding from your seven orifices and are not dead yet?"
Gao Yiyuan didn't have so much nonsense, and gently lifted Yan Yan up with one hand slightly soothing.
Yan Yan let out a long sigh of relief. In fact, the rest of this period did restore some strength to him. He glanced at He Xiao and said a classic sentence.
"The bleeding from the seven orifices is the bleeding from the seven orifices, and death is death. You must not confuse it."
Gao Yiyuan pulled the focus back in time: "Why did the evil spirit attack you again?"
This is the crux of the problem, and it is also the first thing Yan Yan considers when he wakes up. He already has some guesses.
He slowly stretched his hand to his pants and touched it from his pocket, but what he touched made his brow furrowed, and then his hand took it out, twisting a handful of bone-white powder.
"This is half a phalanx I found in the bathroom, but it has now melted into foam."
Gao Yiyuan stretched out his palm, took the Bone Mo in Yan Yan's hand, took a closer look, and asked somewhat unclearly, "What do you mean by this?"
Yan Yan got rid of Gao Yiyuan's help, barely got up from her sex, shook his dizzy brain vigorously, and said softly: "In this house, there should be more than white skirt evil spirits, but other evil spirits!"
He Xiao's expression changed, he quickly glanced around and leaned forward: "The attack you were just received..."
"Yes, I should have been attacked by another evil spirit in the house, that is, the deceased half of the phalanx I took away. He also became an evil spirit because of the particularity of this mission!"
Gao Yiyuan frowned and stood up: "Then, in addition to the white skirt evil spirits, there will be seven evil spirits in this house..."
He Xiao tremblingly stretched out his hand, took out the cigarette case, lit a cigarette for himself, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.
Feeling the discomfort on his body, Yan Yan pulled off the pillowcase and wiped the blood on his face and said: "Now it seems that the evil spirit that attacked me was one of the seven dead, and these seven dead were all in white dresses. Evil spirits become evil spirits after being killed, so they naturally fear them, which is why I can survive."
Gao Yiyuan naturally took the cigarette case from He Xiao's hand and drew out one to light it for himself: "Meng Liang should have died in the bathroom, so the white skirt evil spirit should be the one who shot him!"
"We must not only avoid the attacks of the white skirt evil spirits, but also find a way out, and we must always be alert to the other seven evil spirits? What kind of ghost place is this!" He Xiao took a sip, pretending to be fierce and hiding his heart. fear.
Yan Yan shook his head: "The attack just now should be an exception. I made my own claim. I carelessly brought the deceased's phalanx to cause the danger just now. As long as we are more cautious, the seven evil spirits will attack us. The chances are not high, because they have to worry about the white skirt evil spirit, so our most important thing is to find a way out for the white skirt evil spirit!
Gao Yiyuan looked in the bedroom: "Let's take a look at Meng Liang, he should be completely cold."
None of the three had any objections. Meng Liang's death was predictable. After all, the possibility of him being an evil spirit was not high. He should have been affected by the white skirt evil spirit before, deliberately delaying the task process.
When several people opened the door to the bathroom, an unbearable bloody air rushed towards their faces. Yan Yan at the front was weakened. He was rushed by this strong smell and felt like the sky turned around, almost one. Stumbled down.
He took the lead to leave, while Gao Yiyuan glanced at the bathroom warily, Meng Liang's body was lying on the toilet like this.
It was also bleeding from Qiqiao, but he had no chance to survive. His pale face was covered with hideous abominations, and his staring eyes stared at the door, as if there was an opportunity and opportunity for him to live. hope.
The bathroom was full of death, despair, and cruel temperament. Gao Yiyuan just stood at the door, but was forced to stop by this breath. He originally wanted to go in and check, but he felt unnecessary.
In this way, Meng Liang, as the third deceased, was cruel and must die.
However, his death saved the Yan Yan from dying. This was a coincidence and a relief of fate. No one would regret his death, let alone shed a tear.
Gao Yiyuan once again truly felt the cheapness of life in the mission, but what is acceptable is that Yan Yan survived after all.
Your existence, whether it is useful or not, whether you can create value, is the only criterion to judge as an executor.
After Gao Yiyuan took a look, he felt a little discomfort. He closed the door to the bathroom. The remaining three people returned to the living room. He looked at Yan Yan who was resting on the stool and asked softly: "Now I can talk. What clue did you find in the bedroom?" (End of this chapter)