"Chu Jiu!"

Jiao Tailang picked up the painting on the ground, his fingers trembling. He took one last look at the door that separated life and death in front of him, gritted his teeth and ran downstairs.

The long period of torture has made him physically and mentally exhausted, but he neither dares to give up nor can he give up.

He couldn't die, he had to live with this hope for Chu Jiu, for Xu Yi, for all the people who died...

The moment he rushed out of the building, the light and shadow in front of him changed, and he knew that Chu Jiu had completed her mission.

What appeared in front of him were three dark buildings.

Peaceful Apartment.

But unlike what he had seen before, Ping An Apartment is now shrouded in a strange atmosphere, with dark clouds so low that they seem to collapse the building.

There was no sound in the apartment.

He slowly walked towards the apartment. When passing by Building 1, he paused briefly for a few seconds, stood downstairs and looked up. He felt completely different.

Before, it just felt dilapidated and deserted, but now the building in his eyes was pitch black, like a huge erected coffin.

Occasionally, a little light is reflected from an unknown window, as if half-open eyes are staring maliciously at the living people approaching.

Taking a deep breath, looking down, staring at the empty hall, Jiao Tailang felt a very uncomfortable feeling for no reason.

It seems that as soon as you walk in, you will be swallowed up by this building that has come to life.

The next second, a black shadow flashed across the hall.

"Taro!" Weng Qing appeared in front of the lobby of Building 1 like a gust of wind. She seemed to be bound by something, and she did not step out of the door.

She looked anxious, her eyes looking at Jiao Tailang full of concern.

"Sister Qing!" Jiao Tailang's eyes lit up. Just now he was still worried about whether the mutation that occurred in the copy would cause harm to Sister Qing.

He ran over in a few steps, "Sister Qing." He said anxiously, "What's going on?"

Weng Qing pulled him and walked inside, seemingly more nervous than him, "Don't just stand there stupidly outside." Weng Qing said quickly: "Come in first."

Weng Qing pulled Jiao Tailang the first time but didn't pull. The second time, Jiao Tailang checked Qing Jie's eyes before following her into Building 1.

"Taro, I remembered it, I remembered it all." Weng Qing looked at him, the fear in his eyes almost melted into reality: "It was a terrible guy who created us, and he lives...

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"Building 3, room 808."

"That's right, and he has no name. His name is taboo here. He calls himself Nothing. Everyone... everyone is awake, they are all awake!"

Jiao Tailang looked at Weng Qing's nervous eyes and couldn't help but feel moved. He naturally knew who they were that Weng Qing was talking about.

It's a ghost.

It is a new strange story derived from the people who were killed.

Just like Liu Guo who was killed by Sister Qing.

"Don't go out, you will die if you go out!" Weng Qing took Jiao Tailang's hand and said sincerely: "Just stay in my house and don't go anywhere. They can't come in in my house. I won't

They will hurt you!"

"Thank you, Sister Qing." Jiao Tailang shook his head and said in an unquestionable tone: "I must find someone else."

After several times of persuasion, Jiao Tailang stretched out his hand and hugged Wengqing, "Please take care of yourself." After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the door.

He was going to room 808. It would be best if he could find Hao Shuai and the others on the way. If not, then he would give the painting to Lin Chen.

Awakening the kindness that she once created forever.

But the next second, a voice sounded in his ears, "Taro." It was Weng Qing's voice, "Forgive me, I can't watch you die!"

Immediately afterwards, Jiao Tailang felt his body become light, and then he was carried on Weng Qing's shoulders and ran upstairs.

"Taro, I won't harm you. Even if you go, you will only die. No one is his opponent." Weng Qing completely ignored Taro's struggle. After all, in her eyes, human power is extremely small.

"Okay." Jiao Tailang finally compromised, "Maybe you are right, but my teammates paid for this with their lives. I can keep it, but they need this thing."

Weng Qing's eyes lit up with joy, "What do you want to do?"

"Hang this painting at the door. If they are still alive, they will take the painting away." Jiao Tailang said as he put the painting into his backpack and handed it to Weng Qing, "Sister Qing, I'll help you."

Looking at Jiao Tailang's vowed eyes, Weng Qing nodded, "Don't worry, Taro."

The two of them returned to the gate all the way, with the bag in hand, and Weng Qing was completely relieved. The importance of this painting to Jiao Tailang is self-evident.

Although she didn't want to do this, especially when she saw Jiao Tailang's eyes gradually dimming, Weng Qing felt very uncomfortable.

But she knew that if she let Taro go, he would die.

"Tai...Taro." Weng Qing just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Jiao Tailang, "Sister Qing, there is no need to say anything. I know you are doing it for my own good."

Pursing her lips, Weng Qing nodded, then looked left and right, and said in a different tone: "Where should we hang the bag?"

"Over there." Jiao Tailang pointed to a location with his finger.

It's a little far away from the two of them.

"Okay." Weng Qing nodded and walked there, although Weng Qing felt that Jiao Tailang was just seeking comfort in his heart.

I'm afraid... I'm afraid those people are all dead now.

But she didn't point it out, she didn't want to see Taro disappointed.

She secretly thought that after a while, she would find an opportunity to go out, and then come back and tell Taro that all his friends survived because of the paintings he sent out.

Maybe this way, he would feel better.

"Is it okay to hang it here?" Weng Qing stood on tiptoes, trying to hang the bag higher and more conspicuously.

There was no sound behind me.

Weng Qing's eyes paused and she immediately turned around. There was nowhere to see the shadow of Jiao Tailang behind her. About a few dozen meters away from the door, a figure was running towards Building 3.

I tore the backpack open and found it was empty.

Jiao Tailang ran as fast as he could, not daring to look back. He was worried that Sister Qing would catch him back, and he was also worried about seeing Sister Qing's anxious and helpless face because she was worried about him.

But the result was similar to what he thought, he just heard his lover's cry.

Since not long ago, everything here has changed, all living people have disappeared, and the whole world has become a feast of the dead.

And that building is the forbidden area of ​​Qing Jie, she cannot leave.

Touching the painting in his pocket, Jiao Tailang's eyes became determined. Through the pocket, he could even feel the warmth of the painting.

"Wait for me." Jiao Tailang looked at Building 3 getting closer and closer, with light flowing in his eyes, "Hao Shuai, Jiang Fugui, you must hold on, we must... survive together

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