When An Wujiu said "I don't want to kill me", he felt a lazy feeling of boredom in his tone.

The gun fell down, and the black mist was still lingering. A disgusting smell of blood gradually surged in the air, rolling in the darkness. The smell probably came from this black mist that was constantly "killed".

If you continue to fight, you will either be completely controlled or lose your final strength.

But choosing not to kill this time means that the remaining people will continue to lose their will and be controlled by this black fog.

An Wujiu always thought that it needed to be removed to pass the level, but Josh's words made him have some conjecture.

The whistling outside the door and the whistling inside the door are languages ​​of the same origin.

Perhaps the rules of the game are not the case.

Maybe they were just misled by danger.

"You killed all the monsters outside?" An Wujiu faced the Gate of Heaven and did not look at him.

"Absolutely," Chen Ti said it briefly and calmly, as if killing was nothing to him, "in any case, they have no ability to continue to split."

An Wujiu felt strange, but instead of grasping this point and continuing to ask, he asked another question.

"So where are they now? Have they disappeared?"

Chen Ti lowered his head and touched the still-heating muzzle, "It's right outside."

The black fog in front of me was still constantly rushing around in this closed and bad territory, and the bloody smell in the air became heavier and heavier. Although it was scattered and unpredictable, its impact did not seem to be completely out of order. The black fog hit almost every "hive-to-be-hive" frantically, as if it was some kind of struggle.

After hearing this, An Wujiu looked around the factory.

Chen Di said what he thought was directly said.

"Are you looking for a surrogate woman in the factory?"

Only then did An Wujiu turn his face to look at him. The black shadows would appear on their heads from time to time, covering a certain moment like dark clouds. The light and light flashed light illuminated Chenwei's face, and his eyes exuded an unknown divinity.

Chen Ti moved his neck slowly and said carelessly, "When I came in, I found that this factory did not have the so-called 'product source'. It was empty here. Perhaps it was really like the information I got in that order room. There was insufficient supply here."

"You guessed it wrong, there was one before the power was cut off."

An Wujiu had seen it, although his eyes were concentrated on Zhong Yirou at that time.

Chen Ti raised his eyebrows, "So what you mean is that they disappeared collectively at the moment when the power was cut off."

An Wujiu raised his head and looked at the black fog that had not stopped for a moment. It roared tirelessly and collided tirelessly.

Then, from time to time, they penetrate An Wujiu and Chen Di's bodies, because they are the last two people who were not confused by it and their final target.

His gaze gradually moved down to the factory gate that he entered from the outside but never observed from the inside. At this time, An Wujiu discovered that the inside of the door was actually painted with patterns.

It is a golden silk bird cage.

This fog hit the house, but why can't I touch the door?

The fog that was lingering with the fishy smell faded away. Looking at An Wujiu's face quietly, he saw a subtle smile gradually appearing on the corners of his mouth.

"Can that door still be opened?" His chin slightly pointed to the direction he had just come from.

"It's completely locked." Chen Ti replied, "I have confirmed it after it is closed."

An Wujiu seemed unsure, picked up the gun on the ground and shot several times at the gate.

It didn't move at all, and there was no trace left.

He opened the panel and put away his gun. Behind him was the gate of heaven that emitted divine light, but walked towards the closed factory gate alone.

After a few steps, he turned around and walked backwards. His abyss-like eyes looked at the black fog that was at the corner of the ceiling, smiling and spreading his arms at it.

"Come on, don't you want us to look at you?"

An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "I want to take revenge, right?"

"Then come soon." He looked like he was waiting for death, and his hands were inserted into his pants pockets, repeating the words, as if he was constantly putting pressure and hints on the fog, "Come on, come and control me."

The next second, the black fog reunited in the air actually swooped towards him as he wished.

Just before he hit the target, An Wujiu dodged away.

Then he tilted his head and showed a provocative smile at the black fog.

"Sorry, I didn't hit it."

An Wujiu rolled up his sleeves, rolled them up, revealing his pale forearms. He clapped at the Black Mist like a coach who encouraged his players, "Come on, can you control people? Control me."

The original cycle of hunting turned into a one-on-one bullfight.

Shen Ti stared at An Wujiu's eyes. Although he was still provoking trouble, those eyes would occasionally appear with vortex light spots, just like them who were controlled by their minds just now.

But in An Wujiu's pupils, the light spots kept appearing and were suppressed.

He was fighting with the power that controlled him, so he became more crazy and uncontrollable.

And the black fog became increasingly enlarged by An Wujiu's verbal attack, nourishing and spreading little by little.

"Don't you want to take revenge?" An Wujiu dodged all the attacks of the black fog, but because of his long-term stare, an extreme anger and sadness submerged him like sea water, trying to overturn all his reason, and his brain screamed and cried with the black fog.

His speech was getting faster and faster, and the vortex of light in his pupils did not dissipate.

"I want to control me... because you have been trapped in your entire life, right?"

"Is it because of poverty? The materialization of you for a long time? Or commodity fetishism."

The darkness made An Wujiu unable to tell the difference. The extremely angry black fog hit him. He didn't have time to completely avoid him and was hit in one of his arms.

His arms were completely unable to move, but he was still laughing, and the naked pain almost split his body. At some point, some perspective flashed in front of his eyes that did not belong to him.

His vision seemed to be blurred by tears, but it was not his tears. All he could see was a transparent cabin roof and many robotic arms. A sharp knife cut open his body and took out the most valuable things.

Hollow, completely empty.

Stitching one stitch at a time will embellish the truth about commercialization.

"Many of you have even given their lives for it and died on the operating table. Your complete and fresh life is simply regarded as a commodity for sale, living like livestock, producing again and again, creating value, but the children you have been pregnant with ten months of pregnancy may not necessarily have a better future."

“They are goods that can be picked at will.”

While speaking, An Wujiu retreated back until his back was pressed against the factory gate.

An Wujiu looked back and hammered the door hard with his hand. It was indeed very solid.

There are not many opportunities.

"Come here and hit me." He looked straight at the black fog that was hitting him.

"They were out of the door."

At the last second, he moved his body away.

The huge black mist that was roaring came, with the deepest hatred, the greatest helplessness, and the most powerful motherhood, hit the door that locked them hard.

It was severely shattered.

An Wujiu turned his face and looked at the departing black fog.

His voice was very light, and like the fog floating away, he faded away from extremeness and madness, and said to them at the end.

"Fly freely."

During this process, Chen Ti always held the gun in his hand, trying to protect An Wujiu who was taking risks regardless of his risk. However, in the end, the gun did not work. He put it into the panel and walked through the darkness to An Wujiu's side.

The breaking of the factory gate was like their rebellious souls tearing a hole in the darkness, and An Wujiu stood at the junction of light and darkness, looking particularly lonely.

Chen Ti walked to the side by side and heard the baby's crying.

At the other end of the bright corridor, the young women running forward seemed to sense something, turned around and smiled at An Wujiu.

In an instant, it disappeared again. The sarcasm of the entire building completely disappeared, and everything returned to peace.

"You think of these women trapped here disappearing, and Black Fog is struggling in the factory again, guessing that this is their soul."

"So you intentionally provoke the black fog here and let them go."

Chen Ti looked at An Wujiu and found that his eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly about to fly away.

But the other party turned his face and turned into a world-weary and unrelated look. He sneered and turned around, "Do I look like such a noble person?"

Five fragments of golden light appeared in the void.

[innocent]

[children]

[truly]

[destroyed]

[revenge]

Innocence; children; sincerely; destroy; revenge.

Some seemingly related words.

An Wujiu grabbed the fragments floating in the air without hesitation and held them in his own hands, as if asking for his own commission.

He then continued his previous sentence, "I just want to find a way to complete the game."

Just as he received the reward of debris, the Gate of Heaven slowly opened, and the spiral staircase inside the door led to the fourth floor of the shelter center.

Wu You was the first person to wake up. His legs were pressed by Nan Shan, and he was a little numb. He finally sat up. Then Yang Erci, the blood from her wound finally stopped. They helped Nan Shan and Zhong Yirou up, respectively. The last one woke up was Qiao Xi. His eyes suddenly opened, and he was muttering, "Wujiu, their words are the same..."

Josh suddenly sat up, "Wujiu! That black one is the monster kid outside!"

He shouted, "I am still clear and clear. I was originally looking for An Wujiu, but what I saw was the look of Chen Ti laughing out loud, and the more I laughed, the more I laughed, the more I became.

"I..." Josh grabbed his fluffy hair, "Am I wrong?"

"So smart." An Wujiu smiled, "You guessed it all, but it's a pity that you were controlled, otherwise you might be able to deal with them with your own hands."

The compliments came out and An Wujiu walked towards the gate of heaven in an indifferent manner.

"Then, that's it now?" Josh got up from the ground, his body was a little weak, and he felt like his chest was leaking, and he couldn't breathe.

An Wujiu shrugged his shoulders, pointed his thumb at Chen Ti lazily behind him, and said to Josh with a brisk tone of encouragement, "Go and thank him quickly."

The cautious smile restrained, and his hands were raised, stretching his big waist.

"Some people really hate being heroes."

The two of them said riddles in a push-pull way, making Josh in the middle confused.

"Who killed that black shadow..."

Yang Erci did not question An Wujiu about the key fragments this time, because she actually did not expect An Wujiu to come.

Perhaps part of the motivation was to find the gate of heaven on this floor, but he came too timely and too fast, not entirely for profit.

She looked at An Wujiu, and An Wujiu glanced at her.

"What? Can't move it anymore? Don't you like to hold her?"

After he said that, Yang Erci's face, who had always been calm and calm, changed, which made An Wuji very helpful.

But what Yang Erci said was beyond his expectations.

"Thank you."

An Wujiu turned his face and looked ahead of the stairs without responding.

Nan Shan gradually woke up from her coma, but she still had no strength to continue moving forward. He said to Wu You who supported him, "Just put me on this level."

Wu You quieted for a few seconds and said in a very disgusting tone, "I finally dragged you here, do you say you won't go up?"

"I'll do it, the little devil will not grow any longer if he presses it down." Seeing this, Chen Ti stepped forward and put Nanshan's arm on him. He never did this, and thought he didn't quite understand what the behavior of helping each other in the personal match of the Holy Altar was driven by.

He can see human nature very thoroughly, but it is difficult to understand the complex feelings between people.

"By the way, your peach wood sword is back." Chen Ti stood up Nan Shan and walked forward step by step.

"Well... in my sleeve." Nanshan thought of the sword being used by Chen Ti, and his doubts surged again. He turned his face weakly and stared at Chen Ti, "Are you..."

He paused for a long time, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask.

"Do you want to ask me if I have learned Taoism? Or what is my origin?" Chen Ti asked himself, and then answered himself, "No, I haven't learned it, ordinary origin."

Nan Shan laughed and coughed a few times.

"Brother, your face is not something you can have from ordinary origins. Are you Chinese?"

Chen Ti smiled and said "Thank you" to Nan Shan in Russian on a whim. This was a random language in his mind and had nothing to do with him. When he heard the praise of his appearance, Chen Ti was the first to subconsciously look at An Wujiu ahead.

The snow-white patterns on his side neck were particularly clear, and the hem of his shirt was raised by the wind, and the light was shining, and the lines around his waist could be vaguely seen.

Chen Ti didn't know which country he belonged to. He was covered with white or yellow blood, and how his ancestors should look.

He even felt that he had no ancestors and no bonds.

The door on the fourth floor is opened, and this floor does not have a very unique landscape. It has been restored to the previous ring structure, which is very similar to the first floor, clean, tidy and bright.

南杉的符咒效力还在,他封存的体力恢复了些许,于是对沉惕说“一个人扶就可以了”,沉惕识相地把他交给吴悠,准备往前去找安无咎,却发现他正站在原地,并没有走.

It's very much like waiting for him.

This was a waste of time to make Chen Ti feel a little more happy.

An Wujiu turned his face and met Chen Ti. Seeing that he was approaching him, he came to his ears.

"The life experience you told me last time is fake."

Chen Ti thought for a long time before he remembered what time it was last time and what he made up himself.

"You said my dad was drunk?" he admitted frankly, "Yes, I said it last time, I lied to you."

An Wujiu raised his eyes lazily, with no anger in his eyes, only a careful glance and look, as if he wanted to see through himself in front of him.

He also had this mentality, just after encountering An Wujiu.

They are indeed the same.

An Wujiu didn't speak, and he felt suspicious. The man in front of him could control the Taomu sword and fight outside alone, but he didn't even get any mucus on his body. He could even stop the monster's fission with one sword.

He was not controlled by the black fog at all, and even if he looked directly, his willpower did not waver for a moment.

"Are you curious about me?" Chen Ti smiled, his gem-like eyes shining brightly.

An Wujiu hates the things he can't understand the most, he only needs to create the chaos himself.

"Yes, I'm very curious." An Wujiu smiled.
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