But it wasn't enough. The black flames retreated steadily under the attack of red cracks. A terrifying aura filled the air, and Wu's consciousness began to blur.

Devouring, killing... it was like the devil's whispers, bewitching its ears.

It needs to swallow more doors, only in this way will it not be abandoned again.

That feeling of being thrown away like trash should never happen again.

No one is trustworthy, it can only believe in itself and the knife in its hand...

The blurred vision gradually focused, and the pupils shrank into a slit. Wu stared at the sleeping face of Jiang Cheng. The man still knew nothing about it.

"kill him."

"The door that swallowed him up."

…

The vague sounds stimulate it and erode its last consciousness.

The red crack continued to devour Wu's body, compressing the black flame to the neck. At the last moment when the crack was about to break through the critical point.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the small table and the tightly closed, inconspicuous drawer.

Its eyes were dazed for a moment, and it suddenly turned its head and hit the window.

There was no sound of shattering glass, and the black shadow, almost entirely wrapped in red cracks, strangely passed through the window and disappeared into the vast night.

…

It is hundreds of miles away from Rongcheng.

In an old three-story western-style building located in the suburbs, an old man with thinning hair slowly woke up.

His health is much better than he looks, and he doesn't usually have the habit of getting up at night, but recently, he can't sleep.

After all, he didn't come here for a vacation, but to hide. To put it more bluntly, he was running for his life.

The old man put his hands in front of him and lay there for a while, but he still didn't feel sleepy. Finally, he thought of something disturbing. He sighed, got up, got out of bed, picked up some clothes and put them on his body, and walked out the door.

go.

Open the bedroom door and walk along the corridor towards the study on the other side.

But before he reached the study door, he stopped. The study door was ajar, and light shone through the crack in the door.

There's someone in his study!

who is it?

Obviously only he has the key to the study!

Without any time to fear, the old man immediately took out the pistol from his waist.

There are some documents hidden in the study. If they are stolen, it will be a big trouble. I don’t know how many innocent people will die tragically in the hands of those guys.

Opening the door, it was quiet inside the study.

Only the lamp on the table was on, and through the light, one could see a figure sitting behind the desk, in the seat belonging to the old man, but strangely, his back was to him.

It's a man.

After recognizing the clothes the figure was wearing, the old man slowly put down his gun. Although he was slightly confused, the old man had determined the identity of this person.

He is the captain of the small team sent to protect him from above.

"Captain Zhou." The old man put away his gun and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "It's so late, what are you doing in my study? If you have anything important, you can go directly to me..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "squeak--" and the swivel chair slowly turned around.

The moment he saw the man sitting above him clearly, the hairs all over the old man's body stood up, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The man on the swivel chair raised his head exaggeratedly, his mouth wide open, his hollow eye sockets were sunken, his muscles were contracted, and his blue-purple skin was as dry as tree bark.

This is a mummy!

In just half a night, Captain Zhou, who was responsible for his safety, turned into a mummy!

Before the old man could recover from the shock, a charming laugh sounded, "Giggle, Mr. Huang, don't be afraid, the little lady is polite here."

"Who?!" The old man immediately raised his gun and pointed it at the location where the sound came from.

From a dark corner of the study, a charming woman walked out.

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, her slender waist twisting and turning like a boneless snake.

The woman looked at the old man with a seductive face, her eyes full of provocation. This invisible aura was the most deadly.

"Mr. Huang." The woman sighed in a pretentious manner, "You said you have lived for such a long time, why can't you understand the situation?"

"Our people have contacted you many times, and the price offered is enough for you and your family to live comfortably for the rest of your life, but you just refuse to listen and insist on going against us."

"It's fine now. Your whole family is going to die. Why are you suffering?"

"Also." The woman smiled contemptuously and glanced at the mummy on the seat, "I found a team with a captain who barely reached B level to protect you. How don't you take our night watchmen seriously?"

The old man pulled the trigger without hesitation, but a strange and terrifying scene happened. The hand holding the gun shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been drained of blood.

"Ah! Ahh...ah!" The pistol fell to the ground. The old man covered his withered right hand and couldn't help screaming, with cold sweat dripping down his face.

"It's true that if you don't take the road to heaven, there is no way to hell, so you can just throw yourself into it." The woman didn't move, she raised her chin and sneered.

"You... you people will not end well!" The old man yelled in pain, "Someone will deal with you!"

"Maybe, but Mr. Huang, you and your family will never see that day again." The woman stretched out her long tongue and traced the tip of her tongue across her red lips.

"Snake girl, stop talking nonsense with a dead man, we have another target." Another man's voice sounded in the room, as rough as if there was a handful of sand stuck in his throat.

"Don't worry, Sand Ghost, we have plenty of time." The woman stared at the painful old man, the light in her eyes seemed to be admiring a work of art.

Sand Ghost and Snake Girl are both code names. They are both human beings, disciples who carry the Gate, and belong to the special department of the Night Watch.

Even the Night Watch Executive Department doesn't know that there is such a terrifying killer team within them.

They only follow orders from the highest level of the Night Watch, and they are also one of the trump cards secretly prepared by the Night Watch.

With a "click", the room became quiet, and the old man's neck was broken by a strange force.

No, not just his neck, the old man's entire body was twisted strangely, as if he was entangled by an invisible giant python and then violently twisted.

"Bah, old thing." The woman pulled out the dagger, swayed her waist, and walked towards the old man's body nonchalantly.

But just as she squatted down, suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her ankle.

It's an old man!

The old man stood up unsteadily under the frightened expression of the female killer codenamed Snake Girl. All his bones were crushed by the huge force. At this moment, he was squirming strangely, and his bloody face turned to Snake Girl.

"How...how could this happen?" The snake girl resisted with all her strength, but the old man's hands were like iron pliers, "Sand Ghost, hurry up, save me! Quickly save..."

But her calls for help were obviously in vain, because the sand ghost she had placed high hopes on was already one step ahead of her and died.

The mummy also came to life and was now piercing the sand ghost's chest with sharp fingers and digging out his heart.
Chapter completed!