Xi Ling held his breath and stood there with Bai Jingxing on his back. There were more and more white shadows squeezing in the distance, but Xi Ling was not so naive as to think that they were greeting each other. He could only learn from the ghosts' faces. One meaning can be seen in the reaction: they seem to be afraid of something, so much so that they choose to go against their own nature of devouring and chasing living people, and do not dare to take a step beyond the limit.
What existence do they fear
Xi Ling couldn't help but think of the door knock just now, as well as Du Zijun's tensed body as if facing a powerful enemy, and his tone of warning that he couldn't look back... What on earth followed them out
"There's no way out." There was a hint of trembling hoarseness in his childish voice, "Everything is blocked."
"... There is always a way." Du Zijun said without looking back, "Now, put him on the gas tank in front of me."
Xi Ling followed the instructions and placed Bai Jingxing horizontally on the fuel tank shell with a smooth arc in front of the seat, and firmly stuck his hands on both sides of his body - even though this action looked like being knocked unconscious with one head tied. sheep. Throughout the whole process, he followed Du Zijun's instructions and never looked back.
"Okay," he said, "What's next?"
"Build a jumping platform." Du Zijun said softly, continuing to look at the pale smiling face, and the sweat gradually seeping out slowly wetted the shirt on his back, "Make sure we can jump out of the encirclement as much as possible, I know you can do it arrive."
There was the sound of wooden boards and metal being dragged behind him. Du Zijun's eyes did not blink, staring at the ghost in front of him who was hidden in the shadow of the building. Its body was completely submerged in the same-colored darkness, making its strange white face appear to be floating in mid-air, adding to the heart-stopping horror.
What does it want to do
Du Zijun couldn't find any legitimate reason from it. All he could feel was pure and twisted malice, and an almost child-like innocent and cruel curiosity.
At this moment, it suddenly spoke!
"Guest, do you want some meat?"
This voice was as smooth as stroking a piece of cold white paper. In the silent night, it made people's spine freeze. Xi Ling was sluggish. He really couldn't imagine what kind of ghost was following behind them, but Bai Jingxing's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he was about to wake up immediately.
Du Zijun looked at it warily. The bloody forearm in his hand was cold and sticky, and blood was still dripping down. This seemed to give him some kind of hint, allowing him to figure out something at once.
The reason why Bai Jingxing was not immediately killed by the ghost in front of him may be because he listened to it and "bought" the arm from it. Although he doesn't know how he did it, he must have complied with the ghost's rules. Some kind of rule, that it's chasing them now...
... In any case, time has been delayed for too long, and its rules are destined to be broken today.
"Oh." He stared closely at Li Gui's every move, with an indifferent smile on his lips, "If you don't buy it, get out!"
As soon as the last word "go" came out of his mouth, the lingering sound was still shaking the air, and the dazzling white face instantly lost its trace in the darkness! The putrid flesh and bones in Du Zijun's hands flew up at the same moment. An unprecedented sense of crisis was like needles pricking his whole body. The desert eagle flew in his palm and fired a shot like lightning. It was almost a shot that had been tempered after hundreds of battles. The nerve reflexes that came out were the keen intuition of having been through blood and fire countless times. The bullet exploded, and one shot exploded the flying bones and flesh into a ball of shattered blood mist. In the hazy thick mist, a line of red light that condensed like pigeon blood suddenly shot out!
—The red bullet that destroys the devil!
Unlike the enchanted silver bullets, the demon-breaking red bullets are only sold in the mall, and each one is a B-level independent prop. The heavy bullet polished by this unknown crystal is like a cluster of naturally formed crystal stones. Under the sunlight, you can even see ripples that sparkle like blood.
It was like fire compressed to the extreme, like a drop of true blood extracted from the chest. The moment it came out of the chest, it dragged a path that was so hot that it burned into existence in the midnight air that turned to ice. A bloody smiling face suddenly appeared in front of Du Zijun's eyes, and the demon-killing red bullet was pointed in the center of its eyebrows, causing a violent roar for a moment!
—Screams pierced the sky! Feeling that the ghosts behind him were about to move, Du Zijun immediately shouted: "Let's go!"
Xi Ling turned over and climbed onto the motorcycle. Du Zijun quickly jumped up to him and pushed his knees, causing Bai Jingxing to jump up. He wrapped Bai Jingxing's lying body between his legs and his arms holding the handles, and started to accelerate the Harley motorcycle into a fleeting silver-black electric light. The engine roared and rushed onto the platform originally built by Xi Ling. Like a rider on a sweaty BMW, Du Zijun pulled up the front wheel of the motorcycle as it took off, creating a sharp stream of light in the night sky as black as ink!
The wind roared in his ears. At this moment when all his blood, heart, flesh and blood, and even his soul were flying high into the sky, Xi Ling didn't know if there was a broken scream escaping from his throat. He only knew that the sky above his head seemed to be... He was so close within a moment, as if he could reach out and touch the lead-colored clouds above. But the next second, his blood and bones collided heavily, and his soul suddenly fell to the sole of his feet, violently. The shock almost made him break his tongue with his teeth.
The car controlled by Du Zijun successfully landed, and the gravel and rocks on the road splashed, as if they were suddenly awakened by the waves!
"Ah!" He shouted loudly. This time, Xi Ling finally heard his frightened and shrill scream clearly, echoing among the roaring sounds of thousands of ghosts.
"Hurry up!" Du Zijun was not wearing a helmet, and his short black hair was flying in the wind. Xi Ling thought for a while and risked reaching out her hands, reaching around the front of Du Zijun's waist and abdomen, and firmly grasped the placket and hem of Bai Jingxing's shirt on his chest. While he was still dazed and asleep, he treated him like a ring around Du Zijun. The rope around my waist was grasped with peace of mind.
Du Zijun: "..."
The ghosts behind them chased in vain, but Harley motorcycles have always been famous for their superior performance and good at modifying models. This fat boy with dual exhaust pipes can reach a starting speed of almost 100km/h, even if they lose both legs. , even if you chase through the wall with your ethereal true body, you may not be able to catch up.
"...Are we safe?" Xi Ling asked loudly with lingering fear.
Du Zijun's expression was tense, and he replied coldly in the face of the storm: "Not necessarily. As long as you are not outside the scope of this city, you cannot be considered truly safe."
Xi Ling wanted to say something else, but he glanced at the rearview mirror, and his heart, which had been slightly lowered, was raised again and rushed to his throat. He suddenly said in horror: "What is that?!"
Du Zijun's eyes twitched, and he glanced in the rearview mirror very quickly, and immediately frowned, with a solemn look on his face.
Behind them, among the innocent ghosts who were left far away, a black shadow was like a sharp arrow breaking through the tide, stepping on the bodies of other similar people and shooting out suddenly, lingering behind them, almost hauntingly, with all its strength. Running!
…It’s the smiling ghost!
Du Zijun's heart was beating fast, and even though he was surrounded by the howling night wind, cold sweat still seeped out from his temples and forehead, converging on the tip of his chin to form a cold and biting river.
It was clearly hit in the face by the demon-breaking red bullet. The huge impact even bent its neck weirdly, but its skull did not shatter into an exploding watermelon, it was just sunken downwards. It's huge, as if its body is made of a thin but tough piece of iron glued together. The ghost's simple facial features were also distorted to become even more bizarre and absurd. It laughed silently and crazily, running wildly behind them with its whole body!
Yes, it uses its whole body, not only its legs, but also its hands. Even if it stumbles over the messy obstacles lying on the road, it will jump up suddenly, roll on the ground with its back, and then claw the ground with its limbs. Face forward and explode. Even if its limbs made crisp cracking sounds during the high-intensity flight, it still stubbornly chased forward with every part of its body.
... So persistent, so crazy, just like the embodiment of a nightmare living in the world, even Du Zijun couldn't help but feel terrified!
"...What should I do?" Xi Ling murmured, feeling cold all over his body.
The more panicked he became, the more he had to calm down. Du Zijun no longer looked at the running ghosts in the rearview mirror, but focused on the road ahead, dodging the ghosts that rushed out to block him one after another. Although his collar was soaked with sweat, he still looked ahead attentively without any hesitation.
"Run." He squeezed out a word through his teeth. "Give me a tube of stamina supplements."
Xi Ling swallowed, hurriedly took out a tube from the package, and fed it to Du Zijun's mouth with one hand. The transparent liquid that was too late to swallow flowed from his lips, and he had no time to care. At this time, Bai Jingxing's body trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up. Du Zijun clicked his tongue impatiently, and his knees jumped suddenly, boom! With a blow, his head was instantly stuck under the dashboard, making him faint again.
Xi Ling: “…”
"At times like this, people who keep silent are more worried than those who are sober." He said with a sinister look in his eyes, "It can't catch up, so don't panic."
"...Okay." Xi Ling really didn't know what to say, so she could only agree with difficulty.
He has really never seen a girl like Du Zijun... or a woman? His appearance still has the whiteness and slenderness of a girl, but inside he exudes a mature and aggressive aura that is ruthless and decisive. He is definitely not a professional player with a competitive spirit. Xi Geng feels this clearly. This special temperament in him is more like what his career in real life has brought to him.
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"Perhaps... do you know Du Zijun?" He hesitated, but still couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked softly in his ear.
"Crack-" There was a sharp and harsh friction sound, and a few fierce sparks suddenly appeared from the motorcycle tires, and the high-speed vehicle body also shook suddenly!
Xi Ling suddenly shouted: "Wow!"
Du Zijun's breathing was erratic, and his chest rose and fell. After calming down several times, he reluctantly gritted his teeth and said, "Child, didn't the Xi family teach you what to say and what not to say?"
An idea flashed in Xi Ling's mind, and he seemed to understand something instantly: "Sorry, I saw that your names are so similar, even the pronunciation is almost the same, so I... I'm sorry, sorry!"
The exit of the highway was already close at hand, and the persistent ghosts were unlikely to pose a threat to them anymore. Du Zijun's eyes glanced at the rearview mirror and gradually became calmer.
After a while, Xi Ling, no matter how young and precocious, could not avoid the curiosity of a child, she couldn't help but lay on Du Zijun's back and said: "I said... you are that Du Zijun's sister, right? They all say that your brother is your brother. Is it true that he is not good to you? But I have met him a few times in private. He seems to have a really bad temper, but the expression on his face is very similar to yours, so you must be him. Sister, right? So your name is Du Zijun... "
He was about to be out of danger, which not only made Xi Ling's face look a little relaxed, but also made him talk more.
Du Zijun was sitting in front, his expression dull, his eyes almost dead, revealing a deep, desperate murderous intention.
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