The second floor seems to be where the housing is located.

When Du Mu ascended to the second floor, the battle had already ended, and the corridor was full of corpses.

As he walked slowly through the corridor, Du Mu suddenly heard a slight sound from his side, and he did not hesitate to turn sideways to avoid it, and a sharp dagger grazed his arm.

Swish!

The black light flickered.

Du Mu didn't look at it, the black sword backhanded, and when he landed, he heard a miserable howl, and a bloody arm and dagger fell to the ground with a click.

Looking back, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

It's still an acquaintance!

Shen Hu was sweating profusely and clutching his broken arm, staring at the masked man in front of him with a horrified expression, he couldn't figure out when the Silver Ring Gang had provoked such a group of tough and ruthless enemies, and his companions had all died in the battle just now

"Just right!"

Ignoring Shen Hu, Du Mu looked at him, and a touch of coldness slowly appeared on his face.

"Wait......" Shen Hu looked frightened, and just wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, his chest suddenly ached, and when he looked down, a pitch-black sword body had sunk into his left chest at some point.

"Boom...... ......" Shen Hu opened his mouth wide, his throat squirmed a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, his face was confused and fearful, and his body slowly collapsed to the ground.

To death, he didn't know who killed him?

Du Mu pushed the corpse away and continued to walk forward, and found the corpses of the young man in the vest and others on the way, with a look of horror and confusion on his face.

Just as he was about to step up the stairs to the third floor, he suddenly heard a crisp gunfire from upstairs.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Du Mu clearly felt that the five vague connections in his mind had disappeared.

"Dead one!"

Du Mu frowned, and a few seconds later, he heard the gunshots ring out again, and the connection in his mind was broken again in an instant.

He waited in place for about ten seconds, and when he found that no more gunshots were heard, he hurried up the stairs.

The third floor was transformed into a living room, with sofas, coffee tables, and potted plants, but at this time, there were many corpses hanging crookedly, including two naval soldiers.

Du Mu stepped forward to take a look, and found that the uniforms on the chests of the two soldiers were stained with blood, and they were already silent.

In the next second, in his surprised gaze, the corpses of the two naval soldiers slowly dissipated like weathered rocks, turning into countless particles of light and drifting away, like the scene of the death of the Faceless in a dream.

Seeing this, Du Mu was surprised, and Du Mu also breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay because it saves me the effort of disposing of corpses. ”

He got up again and looked solemnly in the direction of the fourth floor.

In just a moment, there were no less than five waves of gunfire from upstairs, and the connection in his mind was broken by two more strands, and now only the last Navy soldier remained.

......

"Damn! Damn!"

"Who the hell are these guys?"

Meng Shang looked at the naval soldiers who were fighting with his subordinates not far in front of him in shock and anger, and his head was covered with cold sweat.

He gasped for air, his shoulders were cut open to the bone, and the blood that flowed from it stained his white shirt almost red.

The sharp pain continued to come like a tide, but Meng Shang did not dare to relax in the slightest, and clenched his pistol and aimed at the naval soldiers not far away.

His heart was filled with anger and confusion.

Just a few minutes ago, Meng Shang suddenly heard the sound of killing coming from downstairs, followed by his subordinates running up to say that there was an enemy invading, in a fit of rage, he immediately took out his pistol and hurried downstairs with his men, only to bump into the enemy rushing up from the third floor.

What followed was a terrible fight.

There were only five enemies, but their strength was very strong, and they were not afraid of death, even in the face of the gun, they did not flinch, and in less than a minute, Meng Shang's men were eighty or ninety percent dead.

This made him scared and distressed.

He had no idea where these attackers, dressed in strange sailor uniforms and with the strength of a warrior's apprentice, had come from, and why they were attacking the Silverring Gang.

Although the four attackers were killed with pistols in time, judging from the fact that the battle on the third and fourth floors had taken place for a long time, and there was still no one to come up to support, the people downstairs were probably more than lucky.

In other words, even if this group of mysterious attackers can be successfully eliminated tonight, the Silverring Gang, whose members have been killed and wounded, may be removed from this area in the future!

Thinking of this, Meng Shang only felt a pain in his heart like a drop of blood, and the surging anger instantly overwhelmed his reason, ignoring the fact that there were still two of his subordinates who were fighting with the naval soldiers, he pulled the trigger fiercely and fired several shots in a frenzy.

Bang bang bang.

Several blood flowers burst out from the bodies of the fighting Navy soldier and another thug at the same time, and their bodies shook violently, and they slowly fell.

"Boss, boss?"

The second thug was startled and looked at Meng Shang in disbelief, but was frightened by the latter's crazy gaze and took a step back, slamming into the half-open door.

Swish!

Suddenly, a powerful palm passed through the crack in the door and grabbed the back of the gangster's neck, and before the gangster could react, he felt a huge force coming from behind, holding him and slamming into Meng Shang not far away.

Meng Shang's face changed drastically, and he pulled the trigger without thinking, blasting the frightened gangster's body to tremble violently one after another, until there was a clicking sound of empty boxes in the chamber of the gun, and he reacted suddenly, revealing a look of despair and fear.

"No !!"

As soon as the mournful cry came out, a pitch-black sword tip peeked out from the chest of the dead gangster's corpse and quickly pierced Meng Shang's neck.

The shouting stopped abruptly, Meng Shang's eyes widened, and he reached out to grab the sword body, but he saw the black sword spin sharply, twisting his throat.

Meng Shang's body trembled, and his outstretched hands were weak and slumped halfway, and his body slowly slipped and fell to the ground.

Call!

Du Mu sighed, threw away the corpse in his hand, pulled out the black sword, glanced at the corpse of the navy soldier that was rapidly dissipating, turned his head and rummaged around the office, and stuffed the Xingyuan found in the drawer and the safe in the corner into the dimensional room one by one.

After all this was done, he quickly walked down the stairs and left the building without delay, and disappeared into the night.

......

Call!

Back in the apartment, Du Mu sat on the sofa.

The black clothes and black pants he was wearing were stained with a lot of blood, and he was thrown into the dimensional house with the mask, and his body was changed back into his original clothes.

Recalling the previous series of actions and making sure that there were no obvious flaws, Du Mu sighed with relief.

After all, this was the first time he had killed someone, or killed thirty or forty of them at once, and it was impossible to say that he was not a little apprehensive in his heart.

It's just that everything is done, and it is the other party's hand that moves first, Du Mu has no psychological burden, and he cleans up his emotions after a while.

This relaxation, the tide of tiredness suddenly came up, Du Mu's eyes were half open and half closed, and he fell asleep on the sofa after a short time.

When he reopened his eyes, he was already in the bedroom of his dreams.

After staring at the ceiling in a daze, Du Mu got up and jumped out of bed, came to the desk and turned on the computer.

Name: Du Mu

Power: F+

Dexterity: E-

Constitution: E-

Perceptual: E+

Will: E

Skills: Swordsmanship (control), Bailuo breathing method (control), body art (control)

Sword Skills: Snake Eater, Reverse Wheel, Rigid Luo (Control)

Physical Technique: Iron (Beginner)

Nightmare Energy: 16

Power Rating: E

"Will and perception have been raised a level?" Du Mu's eyes widened in surprise, and there was a slight doubt on his face, "Is it because he almost died?"

"Or is it because you killed a lot of people in reality?"

After a moment's thought, he shook his head.

"Forget it, it's a good thing that the level has increased anyway!"

Du Mu touched his chest, and after entering the dream, the wound had disappeared, which was quite magical.

However, in reality, the wound still exists.

"It seems that I will have to take a leave of absence for the next period of time, and I will not be able to go to school until the wound is healed. ”