“……”

Qiu Xuan looked out along the bombarded gate, the hoarse roar of the infected people and the panicked cries of the crowd intertwined, and the nightmarish scene was once again staged on this land.

"You don't seem surprised." As he spoke, Mr. Fu stepped over Elmetra's corpse, casually as if he had bypassed a stone on the side of the road. "It seems that in the near future, humanity is already implementing the goal of co-evolution."

"Humanity co-evolves, goal?" Qiu Xuan repeated his words softly, sneering absurdly, "It seems that our definition of 'human' is different. ”

As soon as the words fell, the door frame that was hanging above and couldn't fall was suddenly dragged down by a force, and immediately, the faces of Qin Jiuyuan and Heng Xie appeared in the field of vision.

Qin Jiuyuan took the lead in striding in, his eyes swept up and down Qiu Xuan's body a few times.

"That's pretty much it." Qiu Xuan said helplessly, "I'm not injured, but I'm tired." By the way, what about the shadows? The last sentence was asked by Hengxie.

"I don't know why the infected people suddenly appeared here, there were so many people and it was so chaotic that we were all separated." Heng Xie recalled that scene and frowned ugly. "I originally thought that she might come to you, so I wanted to look on the 88th floor, but I didn't expect to meet Mr. Qin."

Mr. Qin repeatedly confirmed that there were no other serious injuries except for some small wounds, and finally put his mind at ease, and then took the time to glare at the culprit Mr. Fu fiercely.

Fu Zeqi: ? Is there something wrong with you?

After looking around for a while, Heng Xie suddenly took a few steps forward in surprise. "That's not the third ...... Ahem, El Metra? She's dead?! ”

Thinking of something, Qiu Xuan subconsciously turned his head to look at Qin Jiuyuan. only to find that the man, who claimed to be Elmetra's old acquaintance, just lowered his eyes and looked indifferently at the corpse that fell to the ground.

Qiu Xuan frowned.

"The old stories should be over." On the other side, Mr. Fu had reached the edge of the gate at some point, and was leaning on the tattered door frame to watch them. "Leave a little bit to say when you line up on the way to reincarnation."

As he slowly spread his arms, a steady stream of infected people howled up from downstairs, and the sturdy walls that had been made of special materials collapsed and shattered under their attacks. Sniffing the familiar smell of decay, the three of them were trapped in this pure white room, unable to advance or retreat.

The corners of Mr. Fu's mouth turned up exaggeratedly, and as his hands danced like manipulating marionette-like gestures, the infected people responded as if they had no painful nerves.

At this time, Qiu Xuan finally understood why Zhao Mingsi had said that she was the fourth prophet, just because her ability was too similar to Mr. Fu's, it was a complete copy, so it was considered another inheritance.

It's just that Mr. Fu's ability is innate, and what is she? If she is really a "prophet", why did she only inherit Fu Zeqi's ability?

Qiu Xuan flipped her wrist and made a starting gesture exactly like Mr. Fu. Suddenly, her movements froze, and Qin Jiuyuan was firmly grasping her hand, with disapproval written all over his face.

"Your mental strength is already overdrawn," the man said indignantly, "and you want to be a hero again?" Take care of yourself first. ”

As he spoke, he rushed forward with an arrow, and soon became a mess with the crowd of infected people. Seeing this, Heng Xie also tore his clothes and turned into a macho man, stopping Mr. Fu who was about to go downstairs.

The 88th floor was suddenly in chaos, Qiu Xuan sighed and stopped trying to operate his spiritual power after all, and only took the time to honestly mend the knife behind Qin Jiuyuan and Heng Xie.

Suddenly, when pulling the blade out of an infected person's head, Qiu Xuan seemed to see a slightly familiar figure in front of his eyes. "Brother Yuan," she pulled the man who was fighting next to her, "Is that person from your mercenary group, what does it seem to be called...... Uncle Ji Yong? ”

"Ji Da?" Qin Jiuyuan's movement of swinging the knife stopped for a few seconds, and squinted in the direction she was pointing. Sure enough, the man who was mixed in with the infected crowd, covered in rot and sluggish, and only knew how to act on instinct and orders, was the mercenary who disappeared when he first went down to change the tires.

Qin Jiuyuan's face sank suddenly, and after being silent for a while, he suddenly looked at Mr. Fu who was fighting with Hengxie from a distance through the chaotic corpse tide, and shouted loudly. "Hey, Dwayne Johnson! Do me a favor and leave that Dracula to me! ”

Heng Xie was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he simply nodded, and then he no longer fell in love with Zhan, and took advantage of the gap in his recruitment to quickly exchange positions with Qin Jiuyuan.

Mr. Fu sneered and just wanted to open his mouth to mock something, but after the first real hand-to-hand with a man, he realized that things were not simple.

“…… It's not easy, huh? Black people like you are rare. But alas, you are about to turn into dust along with history. ”

"Shut up for me. A dead man should have the appearance of a dead man. ”

The moves of the two of them were as fast as light and shadow, and their movements could not be captured with ordinary eyes. Qiu Xuan sighed when she saw this, and then pointed at the infected Ji Da in a low voice, signaling Heng Xie not to attack him as much as possible.

As time passed, it seemed that the steady stream of infected people made the three of them a little lacking. Coupled with a Mr. Fu who just didn't know what secret medicine he had knocked and then returned to his peak in an instant, the battle situation was stalemate for a while.

I can't drag it out any longer, and I have to go to Shuying and them. Thinking like this, Qiu Xuan finally gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, and slowly raised her right hand.

"Be careful!" She heard Heng Xie beside her shouting a reminder of something, and was suddenly interrupted in the middle of the way, she opened her eyes and saw the edge of the cold light coming towards her.

Immediately, there was a deafening gunshot, and blood bloomed in the air.

Mr. Fu clutched the round hole in his chest in disbelief, and his blood-colored pupils looked at the blood stains on the floor. On top of the bloodstain, Elmetra staggered to her feet, the muzzle of the machine gun still bubbling white.

Snort –

The blood-soaked girl lowered her head and looked at the wound in her chest and abdomen that had not completely healed and was re-pierced by the soft sword. In the surprised gazes of everyone except Qin Jiuyuan, she smiled at Mr. Fu, who looked particularly unbelievable, and without hesitation, a few shots pierced his body.

"Women, good luck, soft rice eaters, lackeys of the Academy of Sciences...... What do you think I am, O people? ”

She said.

"I am Al Metra, the third prophet. I will not die or be injured, and I will be reborn infinitely. ”

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