I don't know if it's because of the light, the white paper in the cold season's hand gives people a feeling of white to yellow, the cold season squinted his eyes, looking at the words on it firmly glued to the paper, and his eyes looked down with the words all the way down until he saw the last line, and the two words of the cold season jumped on the paper. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The eyelid of her right eye jumped unconsciously, her hand trembled, and the white paper in her hand trembled with her movements.

She kind of understood, this time she entered the Colosseum-like place, in this dilapidated arena and the thing behind her to fight each other, and then show her process to the people standing around it, and wait for them to bet and gamble, K They will take the opportunity to make a profit.

Gritting his teeth and pressing the hat on his hand hard, there was no longer Wang Chuan and the woman on the other side of the iron gate, only the deceased who was separated by a wall from the passage was still there with his arms stretched out and pointed his bloodshot nails at himself.

The nails trembled and pinched into the flesh, and the shredded paper in his hand fell to the ground at some point, and the tiny word "Zhou" on it was extremely obvious under the orange light, and the cold yellow light shone down from the top of his head, shining on the pale face of the cold season.

"It's almost time to begin," the rough, hoarse voice came from the loudspeaker again, with a staccato cacophony, and a deep male voice echoed above the platform, drawing another cheer from those around him. "If you haven't placed any bets yet, please hurry up, our wonderful show is about to begin. ”

The zombie on the other end of the iron gate was still waving its hands in vain, hearing the sound from the horn, it opened its teeth and claws more intensely, a struggle, a hoarse roar came from its throat, and with a hard hand, with a bang, it slammed its rotten body into the railing in front of it, and the blood stains that had not completely dried up rubbed against the railing, red pieces, like pieces of rust.

Fingers touched the dagger, a familiar and unfamiliar touch, looking at the hideous face of the zombie, Leng Ji bit his lip, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, his fingers caressed the blade, the sharp and cold feeling bloomed little by little from under his hand, Leng Ji only thought of taking a good look at his knife at this time.

When I picked it up, the dried blood stains on the blade before were long gone, and it seemed that someone had sharpened the blade of the blade, and it was densely covered with traces left by the whetstone, and the blade seemed to have become sharper, and a string of blood beads were accidentally drawn on the fingertips of the cold season.

Knife...... Grinded.

With a roll of her eyes, Leng Ji lowered her head, her shadow staring at her from a distance across a piece of ground at her feet.

It seems that someone doesn't want her to lose so easily.

But yes, he sneered, tilted his head, and looked at the dagger in his hand that had been wiped by a whetstone. If he loses so quickly, Wang Chuan will probably be very distressed. After all, his ultimate goal was to use her as a shield to break into City A and rescue the important people of the alliance.

As for...... K, probably not happy that she hung up easily, he should be more happy to see her kill the zombie to entertain the surrounding audience.

The gentle light slowly sprinkled down from the top, little by little on the cold season's face, clothes, and then sprinkled on the white paper on the ground, and the sound of heartbeat mixed with the noisy sound of people echoed in the ears, over and over again, endlessly.

Leng Ji didn't know how long she had been standing there, and by the time she reacted, her teeth had bitten her lips, and the smell of blood spread from her lips to her mouth, and the piece of paper with her name written on it in her hand had fallen to the ground, stained with the blood left at her feet, and printed through the back of the paper with a black red.

"Hold your breath," the horn in his ear began to make a rough sound again, and the rustling and harsh murmur stinged the ears of the cold season over and over again, "Our carefully cultivated deceased player is about to appear." ”

Raising his eyes, he raised his eyebrows, and when he heard the words coming from the loudspeaker, Leng Ji's eyes looked at the zombie who was roaring wantonly, leaving only the white eyes as if there was a god, the moment Leng Ji looked at him, his eyes inadvertently turned around, and the eyeballs protruded along his movements, and interlocking bloodshots also gushed out from all directions, wrapping around his eyeballs.

The hoarse voice in his throat was muffled by the excited shouts of the people on the high platform, but Leng Ji could still clearly hear the roar coming from his body, Leng Ji heard his breathing become a little short, looking at the hideous face of the zombie, Leng Ji trembled and barely held the dagger in his hand.

took a step back, shifted her center of gravity back, and wanted to take another step back, but in the passage inside, the incandescent lights of different colors from the top of her head dazzled to attract the eyes of the cold season, and subconsciously, she suppressed her urge to take another step back.

Leng Ji knew that if he could rush into that passage, it would be a chance for him to escape the zombie's attack without much effort.

The solid iron gate was controlled, and slowly rose, and at that moment the urge to rush in at once was particularly strong, the dagger was firmly held in her hand, and the center of gravity shifted slightly to the right, and the cold season was ready to wait for it to rush out The moment it flashed over, and then hid in the passage where she had just come out.

But the zombie, who had long been unable to resist the impulse, moved faster than she expected, excitedly rushed out of its small area separated by iron plates, and stretched out its hands tirelessly towards the cold season, two steps and three steps in front of the cold season.

This time, Cold Season could really see her appearance, her blue skin smelled of decay, there was a large bite mark on the lower part of her neck, dried blood stains stood on the edge of her blackened skin, a large gap in the skin exposed the white bones to the air, and with every step it took, the bones trembled under Cold Season's nose.

With a flick of his right hand, he subconsciously blocked the dagger in front of him, and with a bang, the metal hit the ground, and the gray cement floor splashed countless dust, and the iron gate closed without hesitation under the nose of the cold season.

Unexpectedly, the pupils in his eyes dilated slightly for a moment and returned to normal, and the teeth of the cold season trembled, and finally the teeth bit their lips and touched the wound on the lip before.

Just like that, the next moment, there was a violent impact from the dagger in her right hand, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the hideous face of the zombie coming to a position less than ten centimeters away from herself, and its right hand was so rotten that she could see the bones stuck next to her dagger, and her stiff fingers were grasping her blade unconsciously. (To be continued.) )