Xu Lang's face was stained with black and gray, and he looked a little embarrassed, but his eyes shone brightly. Contrary to the panic eighteen years ago, he didn't have any fear this time, and a trace of hesitation flashed between his eyebrows. .
Why did he see the evil spirit twice, but it never shot him
The dust was gone, he once again focused his gaze on the attic above. What was hidden there was still unknown, but he could feel the left hand in his pocket becoming more uneasy, as if he was about to face something. For it has a very high power!
Xu Lang stood there and took a deep breath twice, no matter whether it was a person, an evil spirit, or a box in the attic, he would have to fight back!
His right hand slowly climbed up the slide. This section of the ladder has been entangled with various filthy things. Not only is the original color no longer visible, but he can even feel a nausea when he touches it. I don’t know if it’s growing on it, or Some white hairs are glued.
Xu Langqiang endured the discomfort and climbed up the ladder a little bit. He did not have a left hand and his speed was very slow. This also gave him time to observe and be vigilant. However, as his distance slowly climbed, the abnormal noise previously envisaged The anomaly did not come at all.
The surrounding silence remained unchanged. When Xu Lang's head slowly stretched into the attic, the familiar small space full of painful memories once again appeared in front of him.
Contrary to the dirt on the ladder, the attic here doesn’t look so messy. There are a lot of debris placed by a few suitcases, and even carpeted. There is a bed at the very end, but it’s a little bit messy. It's not like a bed, it's more like a coffin... And there is a smell that can't be dissipated.
Xu Lang frowned and climbed up the ladder. The breath here made him extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't that it was a nauseating stench. On the contrary, there was a fragrance. But under this fragrance, Xu Lang felt a little abnormal...
There seems to be a kind of emotion... Permeating and spreading in a small space, inhaling to the internal organs, unexpectedly made Xu Lang feel sad and painful...
This feeling eroded Xu Lang's previous perseverance, as if slowly dissolving his cold heart, with a touch of sensibility and softness. He was attracted by the coffin in the space and walked forward startled...
There is a person in the coffin, a woman, and that woman’s appearance is not particularly outstanding, but she lies quietly in the coffin, with her hands folded on her chest, and when she closes her eyes, she frowns slightly, as if she is wearing it in weakness. A strong!
Xu Lang's consciousness was blurred, and the world disappeared in his eyes. Only the woman in the coffin, her appearance has not changed for eighteen years, and she has maintained the same face before her death... But she is still dead...
A word came out hard in the bitter throat: "Mom..."
This is Xu Lang’s mother, the woman who had been tortured and killed by evil spirits and died tragically in front of him. It was also the love he once relied on. Since her death, Xu Lang has no emotions and no reliance anymore. !
Xu Lang knelt in front of the coffin, trembling with his only right hand in the depths stroking the face in the dream, but it was so real. He didn't know if all of this was real, and he didn't dare to think about it. To be precise, he ignored it. Got this problem...
No one knows if he wants to ignore it, or if there is something he wants to ignore...
He just gently smoothed his mother's frown in a sleeping posture... Just like many years ago, his mother used to do this in his sleep. Xu Lang's left hand trembled more frequently, as if he was about to recover. Here There is a strange power, which is also terrible to the evil spirits!
But Xu Lang couldn't feel it. He seemed to be caught in a dream of reincarnation. His mother was not dead, but fell asleep... The trembling of his left hand couldn't wake him up. This carefully set attic was aimed at Xu Lang's killing.
It seems to be, and it does not seem to be...
But when the woman’s eyelids trembled a few times, as if they were about to open, Xu Lang suddenly heard an extremely remote but real voice in his mind, breaking all imagination and nothingness, breaking through the layers of shackles, and directly Wake up from the dream!
Xu Lang seemed to be suffering hard to resist, and he covered his head and fell to the ground, and the voice in his mind became clearer and clearer until it became clear:
"In the mission, the eighth deceased appeared. The remaining deaths in this mission are 2 people. When it is exhausted, all the executors will be wiped out!"
boom…
The world began to clear and reorder, bit by bit, until the lost Xu Lang finally remembered why he came to the attic, and his fallen body was completely engulfed by the black air, and his left hand was completely exposed to the air. , The black leather gloves hit the ground, and a lot of black fog began to diffuse.
He gritted his teeth and turned his gaze to the front before his left hand was out of control. There was no corpse in the coffin, let alone his mother, there was only a puzzle...
This is a puzzle with pure gray as the base. It is obviously only a small piece incomplete, but it is filled with a very special atmosphere. Even Xu Lang can perceive that this is not the breath of evil spirits, but it has a very strong relationship with evil spirits. Related feelings.
It seems to be much higher than the level of evil spirits, but it is not evil spirits!
He took the lead at the moment when the black energy on his left hand was about to overflow, he stretched his right hand into the coffin and grabbed the puzzle in his hand. He originally thought that a lot of mutations would occur at this moment.
But when he was vigilant, he found that the hand of this puzzle piece was very comfortable to the touch. It was not cold at all, but it seemed to inject a warm sun into him. The unknown power contained in it and it almost made his left hand. Suppress the reviving evil spirit!
The trembling on his left hand gradually became subtle, until there was no resistance anymore, Xu Lang held this puzzle piece, he had seen...
When he was pulled into hell by the evil spirits at Jiming Hospital, he saw this puzzle piece on the nineteenth floor of hell... Could it be that from that time, something would gradually guide him until the end of this mission...
Xu Lang turned the jigsaw over and took a look. He remembered that there were still a few words engraved next to the jigsaw in the nineteenth floor of Hell, but he could only see the first two "Tianhai" clearly.
And this time, on the side of the puzzle, he really took all those words into his eyes. This is a place name: "333 Tianhai Street"
When Xu Lang saw these words, his mind could not help roaring, because he clearly remembered that the number one person who introduced him to the newspaper at that time sent a text message asking him to go: "No.444 Zhongyuan Road"
And No. 444, Zhongyuan Road, is where the newspaper is located, that is, the location of a "evil god". This time his home hides the puzzle of "333 Tianhai Street"...
The mystery seems to become more and more obvious as the progress progresses, on the contrary, it becomes more and more profound and obscure. This is no longer a level that humans can touch, but Xu Lang has an idea in his mind that this task arranged by the newspaper is the most wanted Yes, it is also this piece of the puzzle!
So, a bold conjecture came into being, whether the location is related to the evil god...
At this moment, Xu Lang suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance. He seemed to hear a strange noise, that was He Xiao's direction!
He hurriedly put the puzzle in his pocket, put the black leather glove on his left hand again, and rushed to the position of He Xiao non-stop. This mission is not over yet, although he seems to have gotten a very important item, but there is nothing here. box!
This task is only over when the box is closed!
Xu Lang's expression is getting more and more anxious, because it is obvious that he still hasn't got a clue about the location of the box until now. He doesn't believe that this bitter method of searching for the box alone can work, so there must be another extremely fast and convenient way. The way can accurately find the whereabouts of the box!
He was afraid that He Xiao was already dead at the moment, and if things really deteriorated to the point where nothing could be added, he returned quickly along the original path until he came to the room just now.
He Xiao has struggled to the end...
His chest, face, and body were full of pale golden blood. In just a few minutes, his curse had deteriorated to the point where he couldn't stop it. Just now he vomited a big mouthful of blood, and the inside of his neck was like The fire was burning, and his fragile life was being harvested little by little!
He Xiao curled up on the floor, his whole figure resembling a bowed shrimp, suffering incomparably. He clenched his fists and crushed the communicator in his palm, groaning painfully in his throat.
Xu Lang suddenly felt cold when he saw this scene. He had never thought that He Xiao's situation was so bad. He had been tortured to the last juncture. He rushed over, turned He Xiao's body over, and looked at it. His hands trembled a little.
At this moment, He Xiao's face was red, and it seemed that there was a hot flame burning inside, burning all his mutated blood, with blue veins bulging high, and his face was full of hideousness. He really Can't hold on!
"Win...Did you win..." He Xiao, already on the verge of dissipating consciousness, reached out with extreme difficulty and grasped Xu Lang's sleeves tightly.
Xu Lang's face showed extremely complicated emotions. He shook his head gently: "I can't find where the box is..."
He Xiao's lips trembled constantly, and he threw out a little bit of blood mixed with saliva. His white teeth had the golden death of a tulip, as if he had expected it a long time ago, and his throat was squeezed: "Xu... Lang … Help me!"
"Help me! Let me die!" He hissed and roared exhaustively, but the sound was not loud, as if he had exhausted all his strength, but there was that powerlessness.
Xu Lang tucked his eyebrows, and unknowingly grasped He Xiao's shoulder with his right hand, it was already whitening with force!
There was another violent cough, but this time there was not much blood that could be released by him. He opened his mouth wide and took a few breaths: "The way to find the box is to die... You can only see if I die. Red light, complete the task..."
Xu Lang's heart was full of struggle at this moment. If He Xiao died according to the past, or this method of death, he would gladly accept it, but his thoughts returned to the previous one again.
The three executives Xu Lang, He Xiao, and Cheng Guoguo walked into Villa 13 with pride after their regrets. None of them had any fear, even the most cowardly He Xiao!
"I can't live... I am despicable, weak, greedy for life and fear of death. I have harmed many people, but..." He Xiao's eyes were full of pain, as if he was about to use up his breath after saying these words. "I really want to Win once... I want to win once and honestly, tell me that people can really win evil spirits!"
He Xiao's voice gradually weakened, but the hand holding Xu Lang's sleeve was hesitant to let go, "Help me, kill me, find the red light, let me win once..."
Xu Lang slowly put He Xiao's hideous body back on the ground, took out a sharp knife from behind, and aimed at the person below who was tortured to the limit by life and death.
The dazzling sharp knife was reflected in He Xiao's eyes. He finally raised his eyebrows, his face gradually calmed down, and his flushed face showed a faint joy of seeing death at home...
He is the captain of the newspaper. He survived seven missions by luck, but he still hasn't really won any mission. He is a small person in his life, with many bad roots remaining for a long, long time.
Until this moment, he hopes to win this time on his own...
The knife drowned his throat, blood spilled out, He Xiao's eyes gradually dimmed, but his hand was still tightly clasped, just as decisively at the end of his long life.
Evil spirits are not powerful, but humans are powerful!
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He Xiao, Captain He is dead.
Not only many readers, including myself, do not like this character. He Xiao, who has no ability, is hypocritical, despicable, and in some ways a bit dirty, but it is the most true expression of a mediocre person.
He has been able to live till now, it is not easy and has a halo, but there is always luck and there will be light.
People like Xu Lang and Yan Yan are, after all, a minority. Most of them are small characters like He Xiao. They are mediocre, mediocre, with many shortcomings, and the advantages are hard to find, but what I want to say is even He is such a small person, and he is also great. It depends on when he finds his own meaning.
I don’t know if you’ve seen Andy Lau’s Tian Ruo Youqing. Among them, Wu Mengda’s Uncle Bao is a car cleaner from the bottom of the society. He is begging for food on the edge of hei society. It seems that he has never been able to see his status, but in his heart It's clear, that's why he muster the courage at the end to kill the horn. That was the only time he was brave in his decadent life.
The same is true for He Xiao, I am also trying to write like this as much as possible. He is not likable, but in the end he also wants to win once on his own, even if it is the price of life!
Thank you yesterday, Yingsen, whose red line, there are sugar in your pocket, the cross-talking, Zhang Fengyu, member of the Deception Agency, the recommendation votes of several book friends from keikooo, as well as Yingsen’s 200 aspect coins for the support, and keikooo’s 200 aspect. The currency is in support, and Avalonx bookmates' 100 aspect coins are in support. (End of this chapter)