Jiang Futing glanced at the room again, and finally returned to the disc in Lu Changrong's hand.

At this time, Lu Changku, who occupied the entire wall in blood, suddenly let out a bitter cry of "Woo! ”

The voice was low and deep, like a wounded beast, and let out a miserable cry.

Jiang Futing turned his head to look and found that Lu Changku's face was pulled to an unformed face, squirming slowly and hard.

The thin face is like a piece of plastic wrap, and the distorted facial features are like primitive mollusks with its unremitting efforts, undulating and unstable.

Lu Changku's mouth was open, and he wanted to say something, but because of the deformation of his body, he couldn't speak normally.

It stared at Lu Changrong tightly, its eyes full of persistence that it couldn't let go.

"Whew-"

Jiang Futing heard the meaning of heartache from his whispering again.

A dull mourning voice suddenly swept through Lu Changrong's heart.

Lu Changrong's eyelids jumped, and he immediately suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

Regardless of whether Lu Changku's pain was really painful, or whether he wanted to continue to persuade himself, he didn't appreciate it.

At this critical juncture, there is only one step left before the man explains.

Even if the sky falls, he won't give up at the door.

His face turned fierce, and his hand flicked twice dexterously on the disc with talisman paper: "Brother, it won't be painful, soon you will have the supreme power in this world." ”

Suddenly, a terrible suction force spread throughout the room, and the room seemed to turn into a black hole for a while.

But as long as you keep a little heart, you will find that the suction on the disc is grafted onto Lu Changku's body.

And Lu Chang withered became the filter and medium for the absorption of the power of the disk.

Jiang Futing was sandwiched from both sides, standing in the center of the suction, his soul and even his cells were shouting frantically with a sense of crisis.

The suppressed power in him was locked up in a box.

At his forcible urging, the locked turbidity began to rampage, attempting to break through the barrier.

But no matter how desperately he tried to break through the resistance on his body, it was not as fast as the rapidly growing suction on Lu Changku's body.

From just now to now, but only ten seconds have passed, and the power he protected on Lu Changku's body has been almost exhausted.

Lu Changkut looked ahead with difficulty, only feeling that his soul gradually did not belong to him, only the residual consciousness, but the consciousness was also like a lamp that was about to run out, quickly extinguished.

He withstood the last bit of consciousness, like grinding a sharp and rough stone, and said dryly, "No...... Not required...... I don't...... Need. ”

At the same time, he borrowed the fragments of his consciousness and the power in his body that did not belong to him.

made the bravest decision it had made in all its existence.

As soon as it finished speaking, the suction that was desperately fermenting on it suddenly stopped growing.

For a while, the wind and waves were calm and the breath was peaceful, as if the terrible storm in the room just now was an illusion.

This unexpected development made Lu Changrong stunned for a moment.

What's going on?

He thought

It was the disc in his hand that had a problem, and he immediately lowered his head to check.

Only Jiang Futing felt a familiar sense of oppression in this very short pause.

The sense of crisis that was still desperately shouting just now was also stuck, and then it soared rapidly.

Jiang Futing's breath stagnated, because he felt that the strings in his head that had been tightening suddenly and silently.

In the next second, he didn't have time to think about anything, so he rushed forward directly and grabbed Lu Changrong, who lowered his head and temporarily lost his defense.

By the time the other party raised his head to react, Jiang Futing had already dragged him like a kite and ran wildly in the stairs.

From the steps of the fifth floor to the fourth floor!

But it's still not fast enough!

Fortunately, the imprisoned power in the body really showed signs of loosening when it got out of this layer.

He didn't care if his strength would hurt Lu Changrong.

People like this who are ruthless and unrighteous, and who kill without seeing blood.

Even if it is really because of your own operation error, there is irreparable damage!

Jiang Futing reasonably opened an opening for his selfishness.

As they ran, the turbidity had already risen up, and in Lu Changrong's frightened and fearful eyes, it quickly wrapped them up.

At the same time, the oppression on the fifth floor was like an avalanche, covering the entire room directly from the upper floor.

Jiang Futing finally carried Lu Changrong like an arrow and rushed to the fifth floor, and the gate was ten steps away.

But before he could take that short first step, when the sense of oppression fell, an explosive force leaked down from the fifth floor.

Jiang Futing used the strength in his body to the extreme, and all the turbidity surged to the soles of his feet, and even left small pits in the shape of footprints where he ran over.

Lu Changrong didn't know what the shock at this moment meant, he only knew that he was being carried like a chicken, and the air flow brought up by the speed was like a hurricane, which could blow his face apart.

Just as Jiang Futing rushed to the door, his heart suddenly burst, and for a short second, his mind seemed to stretch the time, and several thoughts flashed in an instant.

He just remembered what happened to Lu Changku, and when he was dragged down just now, he didn't have time to pay attention at all, and only then did he remember that Lu Changkut seemed to be still on it and didn't chase him down.

But immediately after, his whole body trembled.

His gaze subconsciously stopped in the direction of the upper floor, and a strong sense of crisis and panic preempted his brain, violently invading his mind and controlling his body.

Lu Changrong didn't even have time to see what was going on upstairs, the building that was silent one second ago, and the next second, a white light mixed with black gas descended in front of him, filling all his sights.

The high-decibel explosion pierced his eardrums, and I don't know if it was the tinnitus or the sound waves of the bombardment rising too high.

After the boom, all that remained in his head was the buzz.

His skin suddenly felt a burning temperature, but his eyes could see nothing but the white in front of him.

He realized in his heart that something was wrong, and it was only three or four seconds before the light and sound.

For a moment, Lu

Evergreen even thought that he was about to evaporate inexplicably, like smoke, disappearing silently, without leaving a trace.

However, just as the light was about to cover him, a cold, moist breath poured in from the back of his head like a sea, carefully condensing his consciousness that was on the verge of collapse.

Then, a cold wind suddenly descended from behind him, and it was like a life-saving straw announcing the hope of life.

At the moment when Jiang Futing broke the door, he carried Lu Changrong and flashed to the corner of the wall, and all the power in his body was used to fight to the death against this earth-shattering explosion energy.

Even if there was no raging flame, the turbidity and white light that covered the entire building made a piercing "Boom-" sound in the confrontation.

The sound fell clearly in his ears, as if the charcoal burning with a dark fire was burning on his body, and the scalp tingled for a while.

The scorching sound out of thin air lasted for several minutes, Jiang Futing didn't feel this kind of loss for a long time, his face gradually turned pale, and even his breathing became a little weak and messy.

It wasn't until the vigorous movement in the building finally closed the curtain that he took a deep breath and suppressed his chaotic breath, and when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes were as cold as a pool of bottomless water.

Lu Changrong couldn't get back to his senses, his beautiful face was a little embarrassed, and when he came out, he was inevitably stained with a little ash, and his previous look disappeared cleanly.

And the whole person was somewhat impregnated by turbidity in the process of fleeing just now, and he was obviously a little pale and weak.

His obsessions, unrealistic delusions, and all his grievances and hatreds seemed to have been hollowed out and turned into ashes in the explosion just now.

Lu Changrong stared in the direction behind him, his inky eyes were a little black and lifeless, and there was no ripple.

At this moment, Jiang Futing didn't even want to give him the slightest sympathy, even if he was really damaged again because of his soul, or broke his arms and legs.

I can still be indifferent.

He took advantage of Lu Changrong's stunned moment, tied his hands, and as soon as he took off his coat, he covered up the traces of the binding.

From beginning to end, Lu Changrong didn't even give the slightest superfluous reaction, his eyes seemed to be glued to glass, and they kept sticking to that building.

The dust in the air gradually fell, the buildings revealed their true faces from the dust and mist, and the old houses were now not only old, but also dilapidated.

Most of the stone walls outside were cracked, like spider silk, crawling densely all over the walls.

Lu Changrong stood there motionless, his embarrassed cheeks as dull as a porcelain mask.

After a long time, he barely digested a corner from what was happening in front of him:

"What's going on...... What have you done? What about my brother? Lu Changrong asked with difficulty, his weak voice was a little distorted, and it didn't look like his own.

Jiang Futing's voice was even cold as ice: "This is the result you want." ”

"What I want?" Lu Changrong's expression finally changed slightly in the wood of the long time.

His brow was careful

squeezed up, but no matter how careful you are, there are flaws on the perfect and seamless face.

Gradually, the furrow between his eyebrows grew deeper and deeper, and the disbelief and confusion in his eyes were intertwined.

Jiang Futing noticed that his shoulders were shaking, and then his back was shaking, and then his whole body was shaking.

Lu Changrong took a deep breath, and the cold wind poured into his body like a knife, stirring him open.

The dilapidated building told of what had just happened, and worst of all, he couldn't feel it.

He couldn't feel the severing bonds they had before, as if something had quietly evaporated from his heart.

The only beauty that existed in the heart full of holes also disappeared without a trace, exposing the empty wounds.

Even when he accidentally killed Lu Changku, he didn't feel so painful.

"I want ······" He squeezed his dry throat and said, "He took this opportunity to swallow the power in you, he can replace you, and from now on, he is the one and only!" ”

"What about ghosts?" Lu Changrong smiled dismally and sadly:

"When he cultivates the ghost path, his body is just a useless and obstructive broken shell, he will embark on a different life, he can step on the peak and no longer need to be a humiliated ant, he just needs to endure it again! Bear with me! ”

His words surprised Jiang Futing.

I had already guessed that he was using himself as a tool.

(End of chapter)