Sheng Kuang had just gotten out of the car, and before he could even close the door, the taxi drove away in a flash. "Am I scarier than a ghost now?" He smiled helplessly.
Sheng Kuang walked into the secluded deep alley. Apart from his own footsteps and the howling of the north wind, there was almost no other sound in his ears.
Because of the mirror, he clearly grasped the location of the ghost's purpose. He moved forward unimpeded until he came to a cold house and stopped.
This place has no modern flavor, it looks old but somewhat elegant. Unlike the previous places where ghosts lived, there are no copper or iron walls, and not even the shadow of the guard can be seen. The door with red rust is open, and the bleak and dry inside
The trees tilted in the wind.
Instinct told Sheng Kuang that if he walked into this place, he would be walking into many traps. But he still opened his legs and walked in steadily step by step.
The antique wooden door in front of him was ajar. Sheng Kuang gently opened the door and walked into the empty room. The furnishings in the room were very old, and the floor under his feet was uneven and had obvious scratches, but it was delicate and dusty.
It is not stained. The wooden stairs leading to the second floor show traces of time everywhere. The handrails are cracked, exposing the original color wood.
It was so quiet here that Sheng Kuang almost thought that he was in the wrong place. Then the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs made Sheng Kuang immediately alert. He watched the masked man slowly walking down, feeling a little nervous and his face
But he deliberately showed a calm smile.
Guimu stood on the stairs and looked down at him and said, "You finally came, much slower than I thought."
"If I don't recharge my batteries, how can I have any plan to defeat you?"
"No matter how hard you prepare, you can only end up in a fatal situation. However, you don't have to worry about the lonely road ahead, I will find someone to accompany you." Guimu let out his unique sneer again, in this cold place
The environment looked a bit weird.
Just as Sheng Kuang was about to walk towards him, he heard slight but close footsteps behind him. He turned his head sharply, narrowly avoiding the long and sharp bayonet that suddenly stretched out. He turned around and faced him directly.
Liu Yuexue's fierce and determined face. No, the person who came here should be like a mirror. Her skinny neck and limbs seemed to be just wrapped by a layer of loose skin, without any sense of plumpness.
"It's you." Sheng Kuang chuckled and whispered in her ear: "It seems that four years of imprisonment have not made you behave better."
The color of the mirror suddenly changed, and the suddenly widened eyes stared at Sheng Kuang. She glanced at Guimu uneasily, and saw Guimu standing on the stairs without moving at all, with his hands behind his back, looking calmly and calmly.
They. Maybe, he didn't hear clearly what Sheng Kuang said just now.
Rujing raised a sharp bayonet in her hand and pointed it directly at Sheng Kuang's neck. However, her right hand suddenly became unable to move. She gritted her teeth and exerted all her strength, but her fingers only trembled slightly. Her wrist ached slightly due to excessive exertion.
The bayonet could only stand still.
Rujing's eyes suddenly became dull, her neck moved stiffly, and her head turned in the direction of the ghost's eyes.
"Kill him, kill him, he is our enemy." Lu Hongshu's cold voice came faintly in her mind. Her mirror-like legs stepped up the stairs uncontrollably, and she held the bayonet.
His hands were shaking slightly.
"Xinyue, what's wrong with you? Are you confused again?" Guimu looked down at her calmly and asked in a deep voice.
Only an indistinct "um" sound came out of Rujing's throat. She continued to walk forward, her slow pace suddenly quickened, her right hand suddenly raised, and the bayonet quickly struck Guimou's chest.
With a "clang" sound, the bayonet fell to the ground, bumped twice on the stairs and then rolled to the floor. Rujing's wrist felt painful, and a red mark on it suddenly appeared in her eyes. She had just been attacked.
It was an iron rod about 60 centimeters long. Her eyes followed the hand holding the rod and she saw the woman who looked almost exactly like her again.
"You, why are you here?" Rujing was stunned for a moment and said quietly.
"You, a fake, can stand here, why can't I come?" Liuexue looked at her with disdain, and the iron rod in her hand fell mercilessly, hitting Rujing's thin shoulder.
Rujing stumbled and almost fell backwards. She firmly grasped the handrail of the stairs with one hand and managed to maintain her balance. A thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and her expression was tense but also revealed a hint of cruelty. "
You're talking nonsense..." Her voice was extremely hoarse, reminiscent of the moment when the cloth split.
"Rujing, kill her, kill them. Your pain today is all caused by them." Lu Hongshu's voice sounded again.
Rujing's arm, as thin as a chicken bone, was suddenly raised, and he quickly reached out to snatch the iron rod from Liuexue's hand. The iron rod spun in mid-air as the two fought for it, and hit the side of the iron rod.
On June Snow's neck.
Liuyue Xue covered the injured area, and her expression became more ferocious and angry. Just as the two were arguing, Rujing suddenly felt a sharp pain. The sudden pain made the skin all over her body tighten.
She got up. She turned around slowly, looking at the ghostly eyes that came behind her in panic. Her lips were trembling, and her pale and thin face was covered with cold sweat.
Rujing looked down at the sharp blade, and tremblingly grabbed Guimu's hand stained with her blood. She asked vaguely: "Why, why? I really didn't lie to you."
Guimu's hand holding the handle of the knife did not relax at all, and his dark eyes were filled with murderous intent. He said coldly and lowly: "Truth and falsehood are not the most important, the most important thing is loyalty. You stupid head
I can no longer tell who to surrender to, so why should I keep you?"
When Guimou's gaze rested on Rujing, Sheng Kuang's figure suddenly disappeared and then flashed back, appearing next to Guimou in an instant. However, Guimou was already on guard, and the bloody hand suddenly lifted up and fell lightly on it.
on Sheng Kuang's neck.
Sheng Kuang suddenly felt something small and sharp piercing his flesh. He was horrified, looked down at the silver needle on his neck, and asked hastily: "What did you do to me? Are you planning to use my superpower again?"
Disappear?"
"Of course it won't be that simple. If I wasn't completely sure, how could I choose to lure the enemy deeper? Pyracantha, you came just in time. I was worried that I couldn't find a suitable test product for the new drug. You, just give me the final answer.
Let me play a role."
Guimu's sinister laughter made Sheng Kuang shudder. He felt stiff and sore, as if something had crawled into his body and flowed rampantly in his flowing blood, making him sometimes feel extremely itchy and sometimes...
