Chapter 67: The Fire Serpent Appears

From the steel factory opposite the door of Jinxin Building suddenly opened a door, forming a "Vermilion Bird Raising Trouble", to the "White Tiger" raised by the boss of Jin Da who died to block the evil, and then to the "Earth and Heaven Taigua, Dragon Spit Pure Water" on the square was broken by an inexplicable sand and gravel wind, and the winged fire snake appeared to protect the lord, and the water worm tide, plant poisoning, sword light and sword shadow...... The ultimate goal of this kind of vision is only one - to destroy the Jinxin Building. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 info

It seems that just hiding is not enough! However, if you don't hide, you can't do it! Zeng Yifan thought so after dodging a piece of glass and a steel bar one after another.

"Zhao Dapeng, where are you?" Zeng Yifan couldn't help but burst into foul language, now he can see the situation on Zhang Mengmeng's side, although it is also tricky to be trapped, but at least it is okay for the time being, but what about Zhao Dapeng? Why did it disappear into thin air in the blink of an eye?

"Yifan, I'm here."

Suddenly, Zeng Yifan felt that someone was pulling him, and looked down: "Zhao Dapeng!" ”

At this moment, Zhao Dapeng was lying in a small space built by several speakers under the stage, and his hand just stretched out from the gap to Zeng Yifan's feet.

"You also hurry down and hide, look at this posture, you can't stop for a while, as long as you go out, you will be pierced into a hornet's nest." Zhao Dapeng was quite satisfied with the place of refuge he had found.

At this moment, he curled up with the fainting Zheng Zixuan, and there was still some space, and it was no problem to squeeze another Zeng Yifan.

Zeng Yifan couldn't think of any way to escape for a while, so he had to turn over and hide in the space built by the sound.

They have missed the best time to run out, and now the increasingly dense glass knife has smashed down, even if he or Zhao Dapeng can run out, what about Zhang Jing, Zhang Mengmeng, and Zheng Zixuan, who fainted? There will be casualties anyway.

"Why do you drop so many crystal glass shards out of thin air?" Zhao Dapeng asked.

"There are a lot of weird bugs on the ceiling, gnawing at those crystal lamps and making them extremely sharp."

"What bugs? Or is it still that earthworm? Zhao Dapeng couldn't help but get goosebumps when he thought of the giant earthworms he had dealt with in the bathroom before, and thought that they might all be on top of his head at this moment.

"I don't know what it is, I've never seen a bug eat metal or glass." Zeng Yifan kept searching in his mind for any records of this kind of insect in Grandpa's book. Unfortunately, nothing.

"Actually, don't worry, when those insects finish eating and the things fall out, it will naturally be safe." Zhao Dapeng felt that his idea was very reliable, compared to running around outside and becoming a hedgehog at any time, this place was like a paradise.

Zeng Yifan was a little speechless, but even if he said that this was not a solution to the problem and a way to save his life at all, what could he do? There's no way to get out at this point.

"Ha, look at those two guys' tables!" Zhao Dapeng suddenly pushed Zeng Yifan.

Zeng Yifan naturally saw it a long time ago, it was the two lean men who snatched the life-saving straw of the pot-bellied man. Moreover, it still looks like a bodyguard. Because at this time, it was not only glass shards that were smashed down, but also some metal steel bars and the like. A steel bar can pierce the table, and now the two of them are on top of a broken table, plus the crowding of many people, it is already in danger.

"It's all like this, are you still in the mood to watch the excitement?" Zeng Yifan said indignantly.

"No, those two men ......" Zhao Dapeng was a little innocent, and just wanted to say that the two of them were not good things, but when he saw Zeng Yifan flying an eye knife at him, he immediately stopped talking.

What to do? What to do?? What to do??? Zeng Yifan really has no way at the moment. Helplessly looking in the direction of the bathroom where Zhang Mengmeng and the others were staying, huh? Where's they?!

For a while, Zeng Yifan's heart was in his throat. Playing missing at such a time is really fatal.

"Yifan, Dapeng, get in the car!"

Suddenly, a dark green behemoth appeared in front of him, it was Zhang Jing who spoke, and Zhang Mengmeng was driving.

"Isn't this what Mann's car is Al?" Zhao Dapeng has a particularly deep memory of this car, the most suitable armored combat vehicle for fighting zombies in the last days, much like the F-117A bomber. I just can't remember the full name. But why did the two of them drive this car? It seems like more than 12 million.

"What a leng, let's go!" Zeng Yifan reacted immediately, immediately picked up Zheng Zixuan, who had fainted, directly pushed her into the back seat of the car, and then shouted at Zhao Dapeng.

"Oh, oh." Zhao Dapeng reacted, got up awkwardly, and his head hit the speaker above his head with a "bang", and his eyes were full of gold stars for a while.

I really didn't get poked to death by glass shards, I did it myself! Zeng Yifan once again felt this pig-like teammate, and had no choice but to step forward and pull it.

At this time, a bloody hand put on Zeng Yifan's arm. Looking at his face from the side, Zeng Yifan almost didn't fall down in fright—a fat man's face with wide eyes, but he had been poked into a hedgehog like a rag, and it was directly attached to the tip of his nose. And this face, although its eyes are open, is a dead eye, without breathing, it has long been dead.

"Hell!" Zeng Yifan shouted in his heart, and tried his best to shake off the bloody hand on his arm.

With this flick, the huge body of the rag-faced fat man fell to the ground with a "bang", and his belly was directly exposed. It was also at this time that a steel bar fell from the ceiling and plunged directly into the fat man's stomach.

Sure enough, the fat man with a rag face who was already dead didn't react at all.

But...... The bloody hand is still there!

Zeng Yifan had goosebumps all over his body. His grandfather can read feng shui, but he can't exorcise ghosts, because Mao has gotten this "House Luck Record", and the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods have come out? Ghost hands can be seen in broad daylight.

"Let me go up!" A deep male voice, certainly and full of anger.

Zeng Yifan fixed his eyes and saw that a face full of blood stains was no longer distinct. But that baseball cap was so familiar.

Baseball cap man?!

Sure enough, looking at the man's right hand, the palm of the hand was cut off from the wrist, and some gray cloth strips were wrapped indiscriminately at the moment.

Obviously, this guy was just carrying the body of the fat man with the rag face to dodge the shards of glass that fell from the sky.

It's just that the fat man's body is nearly two hundred pounds, although it can block most falling objects because of the thickness of the meat, but it is really too heavy. He only had one hand and didn't say anything, and because of the excessive blood loss, he was exhausted and had no strength to climb to the door.

Just as he racked his brains to change to a lighter corpse, and stared at the young woman in white, whose leg was already injured, a lifesaver - a "tank" opened the door to his life.

Zeng Yifan was full of disgust at this time, although the ants were still stealing their lives, but this baseball cap man's greed for money and fear of death and his face would do anything to survive, which was really unacceptable.

"Let's go, if you don't go, this exhibition hall is going to collapse!" Zhang Mengmeng shouted loudly. The little insects on the top of the head that can gnaw at metal and glass don't end up gnawing at glass.

If they weren't worried that the exhibition hall would collapse, Zhang Mengmeng and the others would not have chosen to drive out. Besides, this car is not your own, it is worth tens of millions, and whether you should compensate for the damage is also a question. It's just that it's more important to save your life.