There was a flash of fire in the kitchen, and the madman made a very beautiful move.
The bright colored peppers and meat slices dance in the spoon, exuding an alluring aroma.
Hu Xiaobei rarely complained that the lunatic had robbed him of his opportunity to cook.
Because she was attracted to something else.
"Hey, my silly boy is really charming."
On the sofa, the little fox stretched out his paws and played with Wang Jin's hair, but his tone was a little weird.
"It's great that I was confessed by the class beauty."
"Hiss...it hurts."
"That's what I'm worried about."
The latter touched his hair that had just been pulled, his tone full of helplessness.
During this period of secret investigation, Wang Jin had tried his best to look like an ordinary student.
Unfortunately, that obviously different temperament will always attract the attention of others.
In addition, there are all kinds of troubles that come to the door, and colleagues appear from time to time.
As long as you pay more attention, it is actually not difficult to find abnormalities.
Although most people would not pay attention to a transfer student who has nothing to do with them, some people still do so.
For example, the class beauty who came to express her feelings.
Every time like this, Wang Jin especially wants that kind of magical prop that can make people lose their memory easily.
Physical amnesia does not count.
Unfortunately, even the company does not have such a thing.
“I’ll just have to be more careful in the future.”
The young man sighed and reached out to rub the little fox's head.
Seeing that the other party was angry but did not turn around, Wang Jin couldn't help but smile.
Feeling much better.
"Boss, Wuhuo is awake."
The madman came over with the dishes and reported the situation to Wang Jin.
Snap.
The excellent-looking fried pork with colored peppers is placed on the table, and the red and yellow colors make people's mouths tempt.
Looking at the thumbs-up gestures of one person and the other, the madman smiled proudly and then continued to speak.
"It's just like what you said, boss. He really didn't want to escape, he just kept going crazy."
"oh?"
The fox-eared girl raised her eyebrows, as if she thought it was strange for a madman to say this to others.
"Well, that will be much easier to handle."
Wang Jin didn't think too much, he just nodded, an imperceptible smile flashed across his face.
Wu Yun is different from the other three evils.
He and the doctor had become completely hostile, and Wang Jin was not chosen for the last life-threatening attack.
The enemy of my enemy... is a very useful tool.
What's more, Wu Zhuo is not weak, nor is he completely broken.
This set someone's capital soul on fire.
It was precisely because of this that Wang Jin did not lock him in the basement with the others.
Throughout this day and night, Wu Zhuo stayed in a warm and comfortable room...
Another basement.
Is there a difference?
Of course there is.
At least he has a single room.
——
In the basement.
There is no food, no drinking water, no light, and no hope.
Some were just men huddled in the corner, trembling all over.
The wounds on his body have been treated, and the bandaging techniques are meticulous and professional.
Unfortunately, the misty eye cannot be cured by conventional means.
The Eye of Death not only cuts off the vitality of others, but also his own.
It is slowly decaying, along with the man's shaky sanity.
"Who are they...Why didn't I die..."
As the man spoke, he pressed his head against the wall, his voice was muddy and crazy.
Obviously, fear of the unknown is more torturous than pain.
"If this goes on... if it goes on like this..."
Wu Zhuo's voice gradually disappeared, as if he was about to lose his mind completely.
He moved back suddenly, as if he was planning to hit the wall to death.
squeak.
A sudden sound interrupted Wu Zhuo's movements.
The iron door of the basement was pushed open, and a hand wrapped in metal emerged from the darkness.
Wu Zhuo trembled all over and looked over with his remaining eyes.
He couldn't see clearly, but he could only make out that it was a tall and burly figure.
The scarlet robe enveloped the entire person, and the extended hood hid his face entirely in the darkness.
He was holding a strange oval-shaped lantern in his hand, and under the influence of the lampshade, the not-too-bright fire turned into the same eerie scarlet color.
"That...that light..."
Wu Zhuo narrowed his eyes, fear written on his face.
His ability is very special. Even if he can't see clearly, he can still get a general impression based on instinct.
Just like when he first saw Red Mask, he clearly felt the terrifying power in him.
If the evil god believer represents danger from his perspective, then this strange lantern represents...
Fresh.
What is fresh and can be made into lanterns?
Human skin.
Unfortunately, there is no reward for guessing correctly.
Step, step, step.
The figure holding a lantern slowly walked in, and the light illuminated the entire basement.
He slowly took off his hood, revealing the scarlet mask that was like a nightmare to Wu Zhuo.
"Ha... I didn't expect that you actually saved me."
Wu Zhuo's face instantly turned pale, but he did not struggle as usual.
If you fall into someone else's hands, you will definitely not be able to escape.
Rather than slaughtering a pig and begging for mercy, it is better to be decent.
You can't die too ugly.
"No."
Red Mask shook his head, his voice hoarse.
"I'm just following the instructions from the envoy of God."
As he spoke, he turned slightly, revealing the slender figure behind him.
"God's envoy..."
Wu Zhuo narrowed his eyes and tried hard to look at the figure.
The same scarlet robe, but the style is slightly different from the red mask.
The hood slipped off, revealing a pale but handsome face.
"Yes, it's you!"
Wu Zhuo's eyes widened and he almost collapsed to the ground.
What he felt from this young man was an aura that was not of this world.
Exactly the same as the evil god who made him comatose.
"Praise my Lord."
The young man made a strange gesture, as if he was performing some unique greeting.
"ah…"
Wu Zhuo opened his mouth wide, but did not make a sound.
He knew the weight of the two words "god".
The other party may not be an evil god, but he definitely represents an evil god.
When confronting Red Mask, he dared to jump twice.
But in front of this person, Wu Zhuang didn't dare to do anything rude.
That is absolutely powerful.
"You, you saved me?"
Wu Yun hesitated for a long time, but still chose to ask.
"Shh...I'm listening."
The young man frowned and then slowly closed his eyes.
There seemed to be someone whispering in the air, which made people restless and restless.
Wu Zhuo knew that this was the evil god pronouncing his fate.
Life or death depends on one's thoughts.
But he didn't dare to listen.
Those existences above the starry sky, even a few words carry terrifying pollution.
He could only suddenly reach out and plug his ears, and then resign himself to his fate.
"call…"
After a while, the young man slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Zhuo with a strange look in his eyes.