The black fog clung to the window, as if it was about to penetrate in. The glass on the window felt the pressure from the black fog and made a "squeaking" sound, as if it would break in the next second.
The shadow on the other side of the window seemed to feel threatened, and the speed of devouring Zhang Ruonan suddenly accelerated.
The black fog became thicker, as if all the power was put on the window.
"Zhiqua——"
Fine lines began to form on the glass, and the black mist seemed to penetrate a little, staining the world inside the window with a hint of black.
The charred Xiaoxu moved stiffly towards the window little by little. Everything he passed was scorched black, as if it had been burned by fire.
Xiaoxu's mouth opened wide, the smoke became thicker, and at the same time he made a "wurrrr" sound.
The blackness in the window world is getting thicker and thicker, as if it is also shrouded in black fog.
The black fog in the window world made the shadow feel a crisis. It seemed that due to the influence of the black fog, the shadow devoured Zhang Ruonan slower and slower.
Shadow made a decisive decision, abandoned Zhang Ruonan's body, and ran deeper into the window world.
"Bang--"
The glass shattered and scattered all over the floor. If you look carefully, you can vaguely see Zhang Ruonan's somewhat illusory figure in the broken glass.
The black fog gradually dissipated, and the window was empty. The thick curtains hung on one side, which seemed a bit redundant.
Black mist shrouded Xiaoxu's surroundings, and his charred figure was looming in the mist.
Her eyes were white and bloodshot, and the window disappeared, making her unable to feel Zhang Ruonan's breath. She stood there, roaring in a low voice, as if she was venting the resentment in her heart.
At this moment, the doorknob turned and a man's voice came from outside.
"Let me tell you, this is the boss's recognition of my abilities. It will definitely be more beneficial to hang out with my brother than to be a pet."
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After Chu Ping and Jiang Qing came out of Office No. 604, they walked towards the stairs.
"Sister Jiang, where are we going?"
Chu Ping followed Jiang Qing, his face a little pale.
Chu Ping was also a little confused about the self in his mind just now. He had lived so long and had no idea that he still had such a talent.
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"Did I have a split personality?" Chu Ping groped his chin and began to guess the identity of the bloody figure in his mind.
"It should be my second personality..." When Chu Ping thought of the bloody figure on the rocks in the blood sea, he couldn't help but tremble. "Is it possible that my headache is also because of him?"
Chu Ping shook his head to stop himself from thinking about these things.
"Sister Jiang, was I really that powerful just now?"
Chu Ping still couldn't believe that the alienated Manager Zhao would die in his own hands, and he would still be torn apart.
"This is much better than tearing up the Japanese with your hands." Chu Ping chuckled from behind.
Jiang Qing did not speak, but continued to lead Chu Ping forward.
"Sister Jiang, you don't want to go directly to the seventh floor, do you?"
Chu Ping looked at the dark staircase ahead and had a guess in his mind.
"There is something strange here. There should be a strange existence that is difficult to deal with. He has assimilated the entire sixth floor, so it is better to leave as soon as possible."
Chu Ping was following Jiang Qing and could not see her expression at this time, but from the breath of her body, Chu Ping could feel that Jiang Qing looked like she was facing a formidable enemy.
Chu Ping twitched the corner of his mouth, inevitably feeling a little panicked.
"Tsk, tsk, Sister Jiang's appearance seems a bit unreliable."
Chu Ping had always remembered that every time he encountered danger before, Jiang Qing followed the principle of fighting if he could win, and running if he couldn't, and never hesitated to betray himself.
Thinking of this, Chu Ping became more vigilant and stared at Jiang Qing in front of him. As long as she wanted to run away, Chu Ping would be able to catch her immediately.
"Hey, I want you to sell me every time."
Jiang Qing, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Chu Ping.
Chu Ping felt a little awkward when Jiang Qing looked at him, so he turned his head away, not daring to look at Jiang Qing at all.
"What are you muttering about there?"
Chu Ping's head shook like a rattle.
Standing at the stairs leading to the seventh floor, Chu Ping became increasingly nervous. There was no one waiting in the corridor. It was so dark that he could not see anything clearly.
Chu Ping took out the flashlight from his backpack, and then shined it around. This place and the corridor were completely different worlds. There was not much wall covering left around, and the dark red
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The colored flesh and blood was still beating there, and things like blood vessels, at some point, stretched out from the wall and intertwined above the head.
Chu Ping swallowed, feeling a little frightened.
"It seems a little scarier than before."
"The alienation is almost over." Jiang Qing's face was unusually solemn.
After listening to Jiang Qing's words, Chu Ping shivered involuntarily.
The flashlight shone down, and right at the corner of the stairs, the woman who jumped down just now appeared again, motionless like a statue.
"this······"
Chu Ping hesitated for a long time without saying anything. He seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him.
The woman seemed to feel the light of Chu Ping's flashlight, and suddenly turned her head, and a face like a smashed watermelon suddenly appeared there.
Chu Ping was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly. He couldn't figure out why he appeared here again after he had clearly jumped down to get someone just now.
"Looking at her face, it looks like she was smashed. Could it be that she climbed up from below again?"
Thinking of this, Chu Ping couldn't help but shudder and didn't dare to look down at all.
Jiang Qing was worried that Chu Ping would be confused again, so she hurriedly pulled him out of the corridor.
"Don't look around. There's something wrong with the windows on this floor. It's like there's a world inside."
Jiang Qing had bravely pulled out the ghost that confused Chu Ping from the window before, so she naturally understood some of the things involved.
Chu Ping suppressed his curiosity and stopped looking at the woman standing at the corner of the corridor.
"Let's go upstairs." Jiang Qing did not hesitate, dragging Chu Ping towards the seventh floor.
As soon as I stepped onto the first step, the stairs began to vibrate.
"There was an earthquake?" Chu Ping immediately grabbed Jiang Qing's arm.
Jiang Qing shook her head and pulled back the leg she had just stepped out. She stopped shaking, thinking that everything had returned to its original state.
"this······"
Chu Ping was a little curious, so he followed Jiang Qing's example and stepped onto the first step.
The stairs shook more violently, and the red blood vessels intertwined above the head began to move slowly, like dark red snakes, showing their fangs in front of him.
