Wu Yi subconsciously glanced at the human model that he thought was a little weird before. At this time, the model still stayed in place, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiaobao, do you see clearly what this corpse looks like?" Wu Yi asked.
Even if he is a little naive, he is still an ordinary 15-year-old teenager. He is still a little scared to look at the dead. Especially now when the dark vision is blocked.
"Fuck! I don't know anything! I don't dare to look at that face! There's a murderer in this place! Let's run! Who knows where the murderer is staring at us!" Xiao Bao's double chin was trembling,
This shows how much impact the dead person had on him.
"Oh, then where are we going?" Wu Yi asked the same question he had asked before.
"Get out! Get out!" Xiao Bao said firmly, "We can only call the police if we get out!"
"What about her?" Wu Yi pointed to the girl lying on the bed.
Xiao Bao jumped up and kicked his knee: "Are you stupid? Isn't it a crime to leave such a cute girl here? It's simply a crime!"
"Idiot! When we go out, we can find a taxi and take him to the hospital!"
"Oh." Wu Yi scratched his head, still a little uncomfortable seeing his upright look.
Xiao Bao looked around with his cell phone vigilantly, fearing that a ferocious-looking murderer would jump out and hack him to death. This guy had a resolute and serious expression, and he paid special attention to his own life.
If you haven't become a qualified adult yet, how can you stop moving forward?
Wu Yi tucked the girl under his arm again and hurried away with Xiao Bao.
He also took some medicine by the way.
The fog is so thick, what if I fall and get hurt?
The three people left in a hurry.
In the mist, the mannequin slowly turned its head to look at the door, where they left, and the door had not yet been closed. It tilted its head, walked over and looked outside the door, then turned back and squatted down to drag the body out from under the bed.
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This is the body of a middle-aged woman, with a blue face and a look of fear.
He is a poor doctor on duty.
Mannequins don't understand empathy.
It started to continue the unfinished work and stretched out its hand stiffly.
There was the sound of thick liquid being stirred in the darkness.
As the dirty blood flowed out and slowly stained the floor of the infirmary, the entire health room began to undergo inexplicable changes.
The originally white wall gradually cracked and oozed blood beads. The blood beads broke through the surface tension and exploded, turning into black patches on the wall. Other parts of the wall also began to turn yellow, as if they were quickly eroded by time.
The faint purple mist circulates slowly, some brand-new appliances are oxidized and dusted at an accelerated rate, and the patches on the walls are getting bigger, expanding like patches of mildew.
The mannequin was unaware and moved quickly. He quickly put a pile of things aside.
If you look closely, you can see the messy hair.
The mannequin then lifted the corpse and fixed it on its original base position with a rack, while maintaining its frightened appearance.
This form, just like it once was, is almost the same except for its expression.
The mannequin seemed very satisfied, flexing its muscles visible to the naked eye and smiling stiffly.
But such a smile looks very scary in such a situation.
The liquid on its fingers slowly flowed down, dripping onto the floor and blending into the puddle of filth.
The air was filled with a pungent smell, and the objects in the entire health room were slowly stained with traces of dark red.
It seems like the human body model has not been discovered at all.
Then, it puts its feet into the pile of things, like a suit of clothes
Usually, you put it slowly on yourself. You can find some needle and thread from the cabinet and seal the hole on your belly, just like the zipper of a jumpsuit.
The mannequin tried to stretch its limbs, and a slightly bloated woman's profile could be vaguely seen in the mist, but it was a little uncoordinated.
It shook its head, this piece didn't fit well, it was a bit too small, and it was a little frustrated.
Just like a woman who loves beauty puts on a good-looking dress, but unfortunately finds that the size is a little too small. This is the only dress she has, which is really disappointing.
It was sitting on the end of the bed, thinking.
Finally decided to go out and find a suitable one, such as the three people just now...
Under the big willow tree.
Xia Zisu knelt quietly on the grass, and there was no light around her, but she was not as scared or uneasy as ordinary girls.
A gust of cool breeze blew by, lifting a strand of hair from her temples.
Xia Zisu opened her eyes and could vaguely see a red box in front of her...
"As expected."
There is also a boy.
"Tsk! Xia Zisu, Xia Zisu, you are indeed a Bichi green tea bitch." Zhang Luo sneered, but he was very wary in his heart, especially because this little Bichi dared to kneel on the ground with his eyes closed.
The transparent ghost has no trace, and there must be a demon if he resorts to abnormal behavior!
"Whatever you say."
She turned her head and looked at Zhang Luo, with a cold look in her eyes: "Did you take this box away? Did you hear it?"
"So what?" Zhang Luo's sarcastic smile disappeared, and he became rarely serious, and his whole person seemed to have become a different person.
His thin lips pursed slightly, sensing danger.
This is a mysterious and mysterious feeling, which may come from instinct or may be passed down from ancient books.
"sorry."
"Please kill him."
The two sentences were meaningless, but Zhang Luo understood clearly in an instant. The first sentence was meant for him, and the second sentence was naturally meant for the invisible ghost!
Suddenly, Zhang Luo felt that something had changed around him. The wind was rustling, and dead leaves were sweeping around.
"What the hell?"
It seems like……
Murderous intent!
Damn it! Xia Zisu struck first!
Zhang Luo held the ancient book and subconsciously wanted to step forward and knock Xia Zisu unconscious first.
But when a wicker came out, Zhang Luo subconsciously dodged it and returned to the starting point.
But it wasn't over yet, more wicker sticks passed by in the flickering light of Zhang Luo's mobile phone, whipping out with the sound of whips.
"Geez! Grandma Dryad! Didn't you say that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a spirit!" Zhang Luo was tied up as soon as he finished vomiting while holding the ancient book.
The wicker whipped on my body and it was painful, especially since my neck was tightly strangled and I was about to be hung!
It's not that he doesn't want to struggle, it's just that he is so incompetent that he is useless in the face of such an overwhelming attack!
"Uh...it's up to you!" Zhang Luo's originally fair face had begun to turn red. Fortunately, he was still conscious. At the critical moment, he hurriedly tore open a piece of paper with his fingers that could only move.
Real fire buff!
Skill introduction: Good-looking people will always encounter some troublesome things, and this fierce ghost obviously felt the same way before he was alive. When you tear it off and use it, remember to say: "It will only make you feel high temperature pain, but it will not hurt you."
It doesn't matter how much temperature you can withstand, so don't touch me." I believe you will have less trouble by then.
It seemed that the buff was activated, and all the willow branches let go instantly, and the whole willow tree opened its teeth and claws, just like a person who was burned with a hot iron and cursed in pain.
"Cough cough cough! Damn it! Xia Zisu, you bitch!" Zhang Luo fell to the ground, knelt on the ground and coughed.
Xia Zisu didn't say much.
He suddenly stood up, and a cold light flashed in his hand, directly striking Zhang Luo's heart.
Zhang Luo's eyes narrowed and he quickly used the ancient book to block it.
Xia Zisu sheathed her sword and kicked her, and the scenery under her skirt flashed by.
"Pink...that's not right! I want to file a complaint against this ghost school! Can students even bring a sharp sword to the school!"
Shouldn't the point be to think about where Xiao Bichi pulled out a tachi? No matter how you look at it, you can't carry it with you, right?
Zhang Luo gritted his teeth and covered his arm that ached from blocking. He played with a broken book and a knife that was estimated to be over 30 centimeters. It was like a tree demon grandma!
"Pa—!" Liu Shu, who was not willing to be reduced to soy sauce, suddenly slapped Zhang Luo's foot, causing him to fall to the ground.
His brain instantly reacted, and he knew something was wrong, so he quickly rolled away to avoid it.
"Ding——!" Xia Zisu's knife tip hit the concrete pavement and stabbed the air.
It’s so damn exciting!
"Qiang——!" Without any hesitation, she turned the blade and cut across it in the direction Zhang Luo rolled away, so fast that sparks were drawn.
This junior high school girl is so ruthless. She doesn’t even say a word of nonsense. She will kill you when she comes up!
"What the hell kind of ghost world is this!" Zhang Luo felt that the script he picked up was wrong.
"The opening is obviously a classic harem template! Why did the guy who looked like the heroine actually stab me with a knife!"
All I can say is that he is so naive and his life is full of surprises.
"Mo Lei! Have you taken the box away?" Zhang Luo shouted while rolling.
Xia Zisu paused and looked at the box subconsciously.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
"Woo!"
"Bang!" Zhang Luo, who was also a thief, took the opportunity to kick out the sword that Xia Zisu was holding.
Ordinary people might not be able to kick him away, but this guy has a real fire buff. After all, he is the eldest daughter of an official family, a pampered and exquisite person. Xia Zisu was burned, and she couldn't restrain her instinct and threw the knife away.
Xia Zisu wanted to get the knife back, but Zhang Luo grabbed her ankle, which was only wearing thin stockings: "Don't even think about it!"
"Ah——!" Xia Zisu subconsciously shrank her legs in pain, and kicked Zhang Luo fiercely with her leather-shoeed feet.
There was immediately a footprint on Zhang Luo's face. His face, which was originally more delicate than that of an ordinary girl, now started to bleed from the nose.
He quickly threw away the ancient book, bit the pages in his mouth, and after being kicked twice more, he grabbed Xia Zisu's other ankle.
He also endured the pain, especially the wound on his head, which was really a serious crime!
"Uh ah——!" Xia Zisu gritted her teeth and struggled hard, "Asshole! Let go!"
You can only know the taste of true inflammation after trying it. You must know that even Liu Shu, a ghost, could not bear the pain.
"Don't even think about it! I have to kill you little bitch today! I have never been so cowardly in my life!"
The two struggled hard.
The wicker whip struck him one after another.
Zhang Luo didn't want to endure the whipping alone, so he let go and hugged Xia Zisu directly.
"Ah——!" The girl's high-pitched scream was trembling.
The two of them struggled and rolled together, and Gui Liu's attack would not be weakened by the wishmaker. But when the two of them hugged each other, Zhang Luo suffered much less whipping.
Especially the lethality of the true flames on Zhang Luo's body is difficult for even a strong-willed person to endure, let alone such a large area of contact.
The two of them were furious. Xia Zisu bit Zhang Luo on the shoulder, and Zhang Luo also fought back.
Both of them had thin skin and tender flesh, and their clothes could resist the whippings from the ghost willow sticks, but their teeth were merciless to both of them, and they were so deep that they were visible to the bone.