The ear-piercing sirens echoed, the red lights on the wall rotated back and forth, the blood stains on the ground emitted a strong smell of blood into the air, the sound of rapid footsteps, and the faint sound of gunshots and shouts.
It is obvious that what is happening outside the confinement room is like the end of the world for everyone. And the end of Thirteen seems to have come earlier than others.
There were as many as thirty wounds on his body covered with corpse oil. The most exaggerated one was the one on his back, which was 30 centimeters long and almost had bones visible. Shisan had already finished eating his candy, and the only thing left on his body was that one.
Crystal Snow House Ball, he had begun to tremble slightly, and the blood loss had made his body cold.
"Don't you want to come over and wake up? At most I won't greet you Ma Ma..." Thirteen pitifully begged for mercy. He recognized the prison guard who had only one arm left.
The guy didn't understand Shisan's words at all. He twisted his neck and turned around, stepping towards Shisan and rushing out. His mouth opened so wide that he even tore the corners of his own mouth.
Thirteen stood there until the guy rushed in front of him, then he suddenly raised his foot and hit his knee horizontally, kicking the zombie prison guard's head against the wall. Blood was on the wall like a smashed tomato.
It spread all over the place and the guy fell to the ground, but he could still move.
Thirteen quickly walked towards the exit. Before the guy with the deformed head caught up with him, he closed the door of the restricted area with his backhand. He only heard a thud from inside the door. He must have hit the guy hard.
Looking at the prison from a distance, it was already a mess, the sirens kept ringing, and the gunshots became more intensive. On the square, there were zombies and prison guards chasing and biting everywhere, and there were burning fireballs and even explosions everywhere.
Xuejiatou instantly turned the prison into purgatory. At the moment it was activated, the infected persons from Xuejiatou bit each cell crazily. The prison management initiated an emergency plan and opened the gates of all cells to evacuate them in order to control casualties.
Injured prisoners, who knew that those biting guys couldn't be killed with guns, and even hitting the head was useless, which directly caused the virus to spread from the cell to the outside, and also began to spread among the prison guards.
The prison became completely out of control. The prison guards with limited strength took control of the management building and launched passive defense against the onslaught of zombies. The guys who escaped were chasing all the living people and biting them desperately.
They have asked for support from their superiors, but they don't know how long it will take for the support to arrive. The prison door is simply strong enough that these guys can't escape for a while.
Thirteen left the gate of the solitary area and ran along the path towards Area D. Beyond the wires blocking the way, there were prison guards and prisoners desperately climbing up, calling for help as they climbed. But the guys chasing below didn’t just know how to do it.
Brainless idiots who walk slowly, they climb as fast as spiders.
Thirteen couldn't save anyone here, and the lack of sugar made his vision a little blurry. He squatted on the side, took off his clothes, wet the prison uniform in front of the zombies behind him, and then returned it.
The hot clothes wiped his whole body, including his face and hair.
He seemed to be disgusted by even those manic zombies, watching his guy's biting ** getting smaller and smaller until it completely dissipated and turned around to find other food.
Let me reiterate again, Thirteen is not a pervert, at least not to the point where he likes to bathe in urine. People who fall into the blood do not search for prey through the smell of blood, but the human scent they follow. The so-called human scent is spiritual power.
The taste of Shisan's own spiritual power is very weak. When he doesn't eat sugar, he is almost transparent to zombies. The use of urine can comprehensively cover up the last trace of human smell, making him completely invisible.
attitude.
In order to maintain this state, he could not eat sweets, nor could he pay attention to the last crystal igloo ball in his arms. This made his steps float in the air, and he looked like a distracted zombie.
Thirteen stumbled into the building in District D. The place had completely turned into a bloody banquet hall. There were scenes of zombies everywhere pushing living people to the ground and gnawing desperately. It was like walking into
It's like a studio set for "The Walking Dead". The lucky guy got infected with the blood during the eating process and turned his head into the same kind, avoiding the pain.
Some transfer slowly, and the transplantation is not successful until the limbs are bitten off. The result is like a turtle lying on the ground, unable to move at all, and can only keep biting its teeth in all directions.
Some people were wailing in pain, some were begging Shisan for help, and some were resisting desperately, but none of these could attract Shisan's attention. Cold sweat covered his forehead, and he climbed up the stairs panting heavily.
After dodging groups of half-humans and half-ghosts with blood-stained faces and ferocious faces, Thirteen returned to the cell door in Room 101. The strange thing was that all the cell doors around him were open, but this one was still closed.
status.
Many of the gay men inside have disappeared, and the blood spattered on the carpet proves that a terrible story of cannibalism has just happened here, but it has become quiet now.
As for the fuck king, he was tied up with ropes like a rice dumpling. The top-notch turtle binding technique was already at the master level. It looked really sexy and perverted, making people vomit stomach acid.
"What are you doing? A new way of playing?" Standing outside the cell door, Thirteen couldn't help but vomit.
But the fuck king was already in tears, he was hesitating with the ball gag in his mouth, and his saliva spurted out from the ball hole. At this moment, the mushroom head walked away from behind the fuck king
When he came out, he looked so gentle while gently pushing the bridge of his nose, and the shy smile at the corner of his mouth was like the most inconspicuous junior student in the university.
But in Thirteen's memory, so many things happened around him. The cowardly and timid person should have wet his pants long ago, but he still showed such a relaxed expression.
"Shigugutou... I didn't expect you to be the master of the prison cat, the prison master I was looking for." Thirteen leaned on the guardrail of the corridor, couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, "I didn't expect that, I
I always thought I was using you, but it turned out that you were using me to come here. King Ganfu is the 99th tribute you chose to sacrifice, right? I saw the monsters you kept in captivity in that underground laboratory.
It's close to the limit of being able to come out of the cage.
The 99-soul and five-organs-nurturing ghost technique, I have never seen this kind of head-lowering technique, and the blood-lowering technique you are using now, you are so awesome, it makes me tremble with fear."
"You are equally powerful, which is unimaginable to me. With your level of cultivation, there should be no way you could come out of that underground laboratory alive. Although the Prison Cat is not smart, it is still a three-star evil ghost, and it is impossible to lose to someone without it.
"It seems that you really know about the Underworld Bureau and the investigators, but you know that you can't escape their encirclement and suppression if you make such a big noise, right? Soon, there will be hundreds of thousands like me, or more than
When my stronger guys come here, they won't chat with you. They will break your neck and drain your blood like a chicken. They may even imprison your soul and use it to make medicine or something.
"?" Thirteen was not alarmist at all.
"Believe me, I know better than you what kind of people are kept in the Underworld Bureau, but please also believe me, the fact that I dare to form such a large formation shows that I am not afraid of them at all.
But it's you. I really like you. I see in you the bloodiness and dominance that those investigators have long lost. What do you think? Let's join forces and I will take you to a more interesting field.
"Shiigu Tou threw a sincere olive branch to Thirteen.
"I'm sorry, do you have a company? Is it a state-owned enterprise? Is it called five insurances and three housing funds? Do you have annual leave? Is housing guaranteed? Do you get a thirteenth salary at the end of the year? Save it, you and I both know the ability of the Underworld Bureau to hunt down traitors.
, I don’t want to live in a world where I can’t even close my eyes and sleep for the rest of my life.” Thirteen declined politely, “On the contrary, it’s you, if you can stop now, I can still let you go, and I will pretend that I have never seen you.
Yeah, what do you think?"
"Really? It seems that this is what that old guy Wu Zhu calls fate but not destiny, right? Anyway, just being friends, this is my last gift to you." The mushroom head sighed regretfully, and took off his clothes while sighing.
He took off all his clothes, revealing his thin body.
"Stop it! Brother! I understand your wishes. Don't take off your clothes. Can't we shake hands and say goodbye normally? Oh my god, you are so big! Can lowering your head improve your virility?" Thirteen has watched too many birds these days.
Resentment is deeper than the sea.
"Aren't you always looking for the dining table where the five internal organs can raise ghosts? I have never told anyone, but I will tell you this. In fact, the dining table has always been on me." The mushroom head opened his arms with a smile, and saw him
Countless bright red spells appeared all over the body, like spreading flowers, emitting a strong and coquettish red light, "Let us complete the promised sacrifice."
The mushroom head hugged the Ganfu King from behind. If it were the normal Ganfu King, he would be so happy at this moment, but now he is shaking his head like crazy, coughing up a lot of blood in his mouth, but the blood is not there anymore.
After leaving his body, the molecules floated directly into the tattoo on Shiitake Tou's body.
The Ganfu King was twitching violently, and his stomach was holding in bit by bit. Various exaggerated brilliance emerged from his body, which meant that his spiritual power and vitality were transferred to the tattoos on Shiitake Head's body.
"Thirteen, I like you very much. Although you are a bit bullying, you are a kind and good person. I like good people because the souls of good people taste really sweet. I waited until you came to me before taking action, because I
I don't want it to come out so early so that you still have a chance to leave.
Listen to my advice, everything here is out of your control, leave, I will spare your life today."
"Shiigu Tou, what's your name?" Thirteen pressed against the railing of the cage, watching the sacrifice being performed by Shiitake Tou but unable to do anything.
"I have had many names. Let me tell you the name I have in the Underworld Bureau. My name is Zanchen." Shigutou said with a smile.
But Thirteen almost fell to his knees at the sound of that voice, and said to himself tremblingly, "Underworld Bureau... No. 11... Heavenly Rank Investigator, Zanchen?!"