Manager Zhao could clearly see the madness in Chu Ping's eyes. She believed that as long as she hesitated a little, the stick she just did would definitely make her brain explode.
"Call the police!"
Manager Zhao was still calm and knew that he couldn't deal with the madman in front of him, so he wanted Jiang Qing to call the police.
But at this time, there was no one behind Manager Zhao. The darkness seemed to swallow up everything, including that woman.
Manager Zhao was really panicked. The sudden disappearance of Jiang Qing seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Manager Zhao didn't care about anything else at all, turned around and ran towards the depths of the corridor.
The heel of her high-heeled shoes broke, so she simply took off her shoes and ran barefoot.
The black stockings were already snagging, and the snow-white skin squeezed out along the tear in the stockings.
There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and the hair that was originally tied together had fallen apart.
Manager Zhao didn't dare to stop at all. She could feel the violence coming from behind. The crazy, bloody and cruel aura seemed to stir up a memory hidden deep in her mind.
The clothes were soaked, and the white shirt clung tightly to her body, revealing her figure.
"Bang——"
There was another muffled sound, and Manager Zhao clearly heard the sound of shattering glass behind her. The glass shards scattered on the ground were pierced into her feet, and the bright red blood stained the ground she walked on.
"Bang——"
Another pane of glass shattered.
The black silk on his legs had been completely torn, and the soles of his feet had been scratched. The red meat was mixed with blood and stuck to the ground. The excruciating pain made Manager Zhao almost collapse.
"Bang--"
Manager Zhao, who was almost exhausted, fell directly to the ground. The broken glass scratched her body. Red blood slowly seeped out from the wound and then pooled into a river under her body.
Chu Ping, who had been following Manager Zhao, also stopped and moved closer step by step, as if appreciating the struggle of prey before death.
Manager Zhao's face has become as pale as paper, and his originally proud figure has become as skinny and shriveled for some reason, as if he was a mummy who just ran out of the pyramid.
Darkness blocked everything, including Manager Zhao's current state.
He raised the stick and then brought it down hard.
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"Bang--"
The sound of cracking bones echoed in the corridor.
At this time, Chu Ping finally saw Manager Zhao's appearance clearly. Her withered arms were bent at a strange angle, and blood gathered under her body, forming a scarlet river.
The red blood lines had climbed onto Chu Ping's feet at some point. Chu Ping wanted to get rid of the blood lines, but then he realized that his body seemed to be completely nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.
.
He waved the stick in his hand, trying to stop the blood line from spreading, but the red blood line was like an ivy, slowly climbing up Chu Ping's legs.
Manager Zhao turned his head, his cheeks were sunken due to dryness, and his face was wrinkled like an old woman with chicken skin.
The arm that Chu Ping had just hit was twisted at a weird angle, and his scarlet eyes slowly raised, looking straight at Chu Ping, who was bound by a blood line.
At that moment, the relationship between prey and hunter changed.
Chu Ping clenched the stick in his hand. He did not expect such a change. Perhaps it was because Zhang Ruonan and Xiao Xu's performance just now was too crotch-stretching, so Chu Ping took it for granted that the vase-like Manager Zhao was also
Such.
However, when the darkness swallows everything here, the horror here will gradually awaken.
The shriveled Manager Zhao slowly crawled up to Chu Ping. His white shirt had fallen off due to his shriveled body. There was a softness on his chest, but now only a faint outline could be seen.
The withered fingers touched Chu Ping's body. At that moment, Chu Ping felt like he was electrocuted, and his body was trembling non-stop.
"Sister Jiang!"
As soon as the voice came out, the blood lines on his body started to increase.
Manager Zhao, who was like a mummy, seemed to be attracted by Chu Ping's voice. His sunken eyes slowly raised, and then looked at Chu Ping.
Their eyes faced each other, and their pupils were as dark as ink, appearing in front of Chu Ping like two black holes.
For a moment, Chu Ping felt that there was a magical force constantly pulling on his soul.
Pain, despair, resentment, madness, all negative emotions filled his mind.
"Sister Jiang!"
At this time, Chu Ping could no longer control so much. The words "Sister Jiang" seemed to have been squeezed out from between Chu Ping's teeth with all his last strength.
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Lines of blood had already crawled onto his hands, and the pitch-black stick fell from his hands and melted into the pitch-black night.
Manager Zhao came closer again, and his wrinkled lips had touched the tip of Chu Ping's nose. His mouth was slightly open, and a fishy smell instantly hit his nostrils.
The backpack behind Chu Ping moved, and "Atou" got out of it, staring at the alienated Manager Zhao with his white eyes, and then suddenly jumped up from behind Chu Ping, directly hitting the withered Manager Zhao's head.
passed.
Chu Ping had no time to pay attention to the bravery of "A Tou". Now he just felt dizzy, and all kinds of negative emotions in his head collided with each other, creating a sea of blood.
"A Tou" slammed into the alienated Manager Zhao.
"Bang--"
There was a muffled sound, and the alienated Manager Zhao seemed to be a little dizzy after being hit. His body movements paused for a moment, and "Atou" flew directly backwards, and then disappeared into the darkness.
After the alienation, Manager Zhao seemed to be irritated by "A Tou"'s behavior. He no longer paid attention to Chu Ping, but chased after "A Tou" in the direction in which he flew out.
At this time, Chu Ping was in deep pain, his face was full of pain, and his facial features became abnormally distorted because of the pain. The sea of blood in his mind was churning, and the waves of blood beat hard on the shore, making waves of dull sounds.
sound.
"Hey, are you in pain? Are you desperate?"
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came to mind.
"Who are you?"
Chu Ping roared with all his strength, but in the end he was drowned out by the sound of blood waves.
Ever since the car accident ten years ago, Chu Ping would occasionally have headaches, as if someone was hitting his head hard with a chisel.
But this time was different, because Chu Ping saw the man who kept hitting his head with a chisel.
"Painful? Despair?" The voice kept repeating this sentence.
The bloody waves rolled, and a bloody figure faintly appeared on the rocks not far away. He held a chisel in his hand and kept tapping the rocks on the shore.
The dull knocking sound became louder and louder, gradually covering up the sound of blood waves.
"Who are you?" Chu Ping endured his headache and asked.
The bloody figure turned his back to Chu Ping, still repeating those words.