Running wildly among the rushing ghosts, it seems that the emotions that symbolize life, such as fear, life and death, joy and anger, obsession, etc., have been immersed in the cold rain and mist of nothingness, and have been diluted into numbness a thousand times.
They were roaring, roaring with desire and hunger at the only two living fires in the dark night. Xie Yuanyuan vaguely heard many words hidden under the roar shaking the air. They were not the words of living people, but the crazy murmurs of the ghosts who died in the midnight joy show. Only the loud noises and explosions of Li Tianyu's continuous shooting The silver bullet flames can temporarily shield one or two.
"There are still three minutes!" He couldn't even hear his own voice amidst the roar of clouds and rocks and the flash of light that penetrated midnight, "Hold on!!"
The parking lot was in front of him, and he firmly fixed Li Tianyu on his back with both hands. He could only take the time to hold a stamina supplement in his mouth, then bite it into pieces and drink it. After several times, his tongue was bruised by the broken glass, but the burning power of his body temporarily surpassed everything, and he could not feel the pain. He could only taste the sweetness mixed with the salty rust in his mouth. .
Several pale shadows rushed forward again. Xie Yuanyuan's mental level only fluctuated slightly before stabilizing at 78%. He did not think that these ghosts who wanted to eat people would discover his existence. More importantly, now There are already too many ghosts chasing them, so what's the point of adding two more
Cold white blazing flames spewed out from the top of the head, instantly beating the bodies that came up to them into handfuls of exploding blood flowers. The empty bullet casings kept flowing out like rain, crackling on the rough concrete floor.
"Two minutes." Xie Yuanyuan muttered vaguely.
They hurriedly circled around the parking lot where a dozen or so cars were parked. At the critical moment, Xie Yuanyuan remembered what Wen Zheliu had warned him. Although this place was extremely close to real life, it was also a game world and would not truly create the kind of game that would bring players together. In a scene where you are completely forced into a desperate situation, as long as you look carefully, you will definitely find a glimmer of hope.
He rushed back and forth around the stone pillars, and finally found a Ford car with the key in the corner. He opened the door, stuffed Li Tianyu into the passenger seat, and sat in the driver's seat, feeling lucky in his heart that it was okay. I have been in the world of racing games before, and I know how to drive this kind of gasoline car.
The engine roared like a tiger, and the headlights instantly illuminated hundreds of terrifying faces with pale faces and bleeding from their orifices. He gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator hard, and slammed forward!
In City C, Du Zijun wore a smooth-painted black helmet with a gleam on the curved surface, and rode a Harley-Davidson motorcycle. Behind him was Xi Ling, whose cheeks were blown out of shape by the strong wind, speeding through the streets of this small town. On the way, the engine roared like a beast.
The fat boy he was riding was a classic model in the Harley softail series. The streamlined body had a tough and simple wild style. The paint craftsmanship and silver paint design were all impeccable, but the driver's figure was too big. He was slender, and his neck exposed in the night was extremely white. Only the black leather jacket of the same color stuck on his thin waist made him as cold and hard as a killer, calm and composed, and his sharp beauty bloomed in the middle of the night.
Like a flower and a knife. Xi Ling pursed her lips that were hurt by the cold night wind, her little face tensed up, and she thought silently.
The ghosts and ghosts on both sides were chasing them like a tide, but Du Zijun ignored them and only listened intently to the movements in the wireless headset.
"Bai Jingxing hasn't had a voice for a long time." His voice is not as clear and sweet as ordinary girls. Perhaps it is due to long-term smoking, but it also has a bit of a confusing hoarseness. "I don't think the situation is particularly optimistic."
"But there is no death reminder for teammates yet!" In the strong wind, Xi Ling could not speak as calmly as he usually did. He could only raise his voice to raise his voice, "He should be safe!"
In the howling night wind, Xi Ling seemed to hear the person in front of him sneer.
"Regardless of whether there is danger or not, he is not the kind of teammate who will hold back his teammates," he said. "If there is no movement for so long, the situation may not be good, so we should be prepared."
Xi Ling put one hand around his waist, twisted the crossbow tightly in his palm with the other, and suddenly asked loudly: "Why do you drive such an old-fashioned motorcycle?"
Under the helmet, Du Zijun raised his sharp eyebrows slightly and replied: "Kid, this is not called old-fashioned, this is called classic. I don't know how to drive an old-fashioned motorcycle, but I can drive a classic."
"Your identity must be very unusual," Xi Ling whispered, "I have never seen a girl like you."
Du Zijun sneered sarcastically: "Kid, how old are you? No matter how rich the Xi family is, they won't let you see too many women at this age. And you'd better remember that women are like water in the sea. There are so many women at this age." You can reach out and pick them up, but no two will be exactly the same. Relying on summarizing and labeling them will only make you suffer a big loss."
"From what you said, it seems that you have suffered a loss?" Since he could hear his own voice speaking in a low voice, Xi Ling didn't need to raise his voice deliberately, "Your tone is so strange."
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Du Zijun was silent for a while, facing the wild and disorderly night wind, he said softly: "Who hasn't suffered from them?"
However, Xi Ling didn't hear this sentence. He thought Du Zijun didn't want to say it anymore, so he shut his mouth wisely and concentrated on tracking Bai Jingxing's coordinates.
"The last coordinate is at the junction of the first floor and the first floor of the shopping mall," he said. "It's the stairwell. Should we go directly to the first floor to find him?"
"Okay," Du Zijun unfolded a map of the city entered into the system. This place is much larger than the other three areas. "Turn two intersections and we will be there soon."
Harley roared arrogantly all the way, its headlights were like the one eye of a beast, tearing a gap in the night, and finally flicked its tail, stopping in front of the once bustling shopping mall.
"Quick victory!" Du Zijun took off his helmet, looked back at the blurry white shadows in the distance, led Xi Ling into the abandoned shopping mall, and finally found the unconscious Bai Jingxing in the stairwell.
"What happened..." Du Zijun exhaled anxiously, hearing the faint sound of inhuman creatures coming from outside, "Can you wake him up?"
Xi Ling lifted Bai Jingxing's closed eyelids, and followed the blood on his hands to glance at a half-rotted flesh and bone in the shape of an arm swinging on the ground. He wondered: "That's weird, what's going on? I'm afraid he's He fell into a coma because his mental level was too low."
Du Zijun subconsciously glanced at the closed iron door next to him, always feeling a bit of cold air coming out of the crack in the door. He said hurriedly: "The top priority now is to wake him up, and then we will see how to leave this ghost." The place...it’s troublesome, Harley is not suitable for carrying people. Carrying a child is already the limit, and it cannot carry an adult at all.”
Xi Ling lowered his head, gritted his teeth and slapped Bai Jingxing hard on the face several times, and then took out water from his backpack and poured it on his face, but it was all to no avail. Bai Jingxing was still unconscious. Du Zijun frowned and stood watching, and clicked his tongue impatiently. Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves and go into battle, a biting chill like an electric shock suddenly rolled down his spine!
He raised his head suddenly, and the gun at his waist instantly flicked out. It was an almost instantaneous reaction, a conditioned reflex trained by countless days of licking blood from the blade. He stared diagonally upward, and his pupils suddenly shrank!
There were two transparent glass windows on the iron door, but it was dark on both sides and nothing could be seen clearly. But just now, with the weak dark yellow light coming from inside, Du Zijun clearly saw a slender man. The black shadow stopped behind, only separated by a door from them. A simple but heart-chilling bloody smile was painted on its face as white as paper. It was looking down at them, not knowing where it was standing. How long has it been!
Du Zijun jumped up suddenly, and in an instant, goosebumps appeared all over his body. The feeling of his heart beating wildly mixed with the suffocating silence made his emotions suddenly turn into boiling and burning anger.
Xi Ling noticed something was wrong and was about to turn around to look at him: "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Don't raise your head." Du Zijun squeezed out his voice through his teeth, "Take him out."
Xi Ling didn't understand what was going on, but Du Zijun's tone made him realize that something serious had happened. He picked up Bai Jingxing from the ground - fortunately, although Xi Ling was young, his level 16 physical fitness was able to bear a certain weight of objects. It was still a bit difficult to walk with Bai Jingxing, but it was not impossible.
Du Zijun glared at the black shadow sinisterly. He picked up the hand bone from the ground and slowly retreated step by step at Xi Ling's speed. Just as they were about to walk out of the corridor of the stairwell, Du Zijun stared helplessly at the iron door in front of him. The door creaked and opened slowly!
The thin and slender black figure with a pale bloody smile came from behind the door to the corridor. It stood quietly in the dark and narrow corridor and continued to watch them leave. Du Zijun took a deep breath. When Xi Ling heard the voice coming from behind, he also felt an inexplicable chill running down his neck and into his brain. He couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "...What happened? Who opened the door and came out. ?”
"It's none of your business." Du Zijun said solemnly, "Keep moving forward and don't look back."
The rotten black blood dripped on the flesh and bones, slowly flowing all the way. Du Zijun faced it persistently, never letting go of the gun in his hand. The black shadow stood there, seeming to just watch Du Zijun and others go away in silence, but when they turned a corner, or there was a blind spot in front of them, it would appear again not far behind them in the next second. , continuing to look at them with a twisted and weird smile.
"No wonder Bai Jingxing is unconscious. This thing is really not something that ordinary people can handle..." Cold sweat slowly broke out on Du Zijun's forehead, and he thought silently in his heart, "So how did he escape? Because of this Cut off the bones?”
At this moment, Xi Ling had already walked to the gate of the shopping mall with Bai Jing on his back. He never looked back. He just wiped the sweat from his forehead and raised his eyes to look forward.
—His heart sank hard.
On the open lawn not far from the shopping mall, countless white figures stood crowded together, with black eyeballs and bloody torn lips - these were certainly not the audience who came to see them off, but for some reason, they They didn't dare to step forward anymore, but spontaneously formed a semicircular vacuum zone.
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