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"Go see if there's anyone else around and call them all. This supermarket is estimated to be preserved because of the air conditioner leakage and sealing, and most of the things in it are still eaten and used, so let everyone come and eat some! ”

"I'll look for it again, there's anything else in the neighborhood that can be used!"

"Good!"

Several teenagers went in different directions.

The Mediterranean circle of friends was the first to be found by the juvenile group, and when they saw the food, several people's eyes were full of light, but the joy did not dazzle the minds of several people, and they almost unanimously decided that it was more reasonable to tie the two Xiaobai at the door of the supermarket.

However, the juvenile group did not eat their (set tào) traitor theory, and either they all entered or none entered. In the face of survival, Mediterranean and the others compromised, so Xiaobai and the others were untied and entered the supermarket.

More and more people gathered in the supermarket, and at first everyone was eating and drinking in order to satisfy themselves, and gradually, some people began to enclose the land to occupy items for private purposes. Of course, they said so and did so. The scramble for resources eventually turned into a scuffle, until Wen Jian was stabbed in the carotid artery by a knife that he didn't know who was holding in the scuffle, and he collapsed in a pool of blood.

The young man who came with Wen Jian to stop the riot knelt on the ground, covering Wen Jian's neck with both hands, trying to stop the gushing blood. Although the blood was no longer gushing, it was still spilling down his fingers.

If the young man had never seen such a picture, his hands trembled completely uncontrollably.

The warm (hot rè) touch that gradually cools away is the life of Wen Jian's gradual disappearance.

The young man's mind went blank, and tears poured out along with Wen Jian's blood. Completely unsure of what to do, he had to turn his gaze to everyone present. However, no one wants to help him!

Their eyes were full of indifference and guard, and no one blamed themselves for the accidental injury, and no one stepped forward to help the two desperate and helpless teenagers. They are like monsters that devour people, standing on the edge of the shelves for personal gain, watching coldly. And Wen Jian's consciousness gradually lost as the blood flowed out, and his limbs twitched involuntarily in the young man's arms, sending out a final accusation to the world. The boy howled in despair and fear, crying and crying for help:

"Help, help!"

"Save him, who's going to save him!"

"Please help me, save him!"

"He is only nineteen years old, he is still young, his parents are still waiting for him at home, he is the only child in their family, please! Save him!! ”

……

By the time Xiaobai and the other members of the juvenile group came over, Wen Jian couldn't wake up anymore because of excessive blood loss. Looking at Wen Jian, Xiaobai felt uncomfortable in his heart.

If he had come over earlier, maybe Wen Jian would have been able to keep it. It's a pity -

Seeing Xiaobai shaking his head, the boy went from sadness to despair and finally to irrational anger. Gently putting down Wen Jian, who was unwilling to look at him, he picked up a broken beer bottle on the ground with a hand of blood, and rushed towards the man wearing a flower shirt and a big belly and a face behind the shelf. It's just that the other three of the juvenile group have not yet rushed over

A boy pulled. And the man (身shēn) also slowly walked out, and three men with angry faces holding bullet/reed knives appeared.

"Xiaofu, what are you doing?" Chen Peng asked.

Xiao Fu shook off Chen Peng's hand, his eyes were red, and his snot and saliva were flying, "Don't pull me!" ”

"Don't pull me! I want to avenge Ah Jian! Following Xiao Fu's gaze, everyone saw the man behind the shelf, and knew that Wen Jian's death was inseparable from this man.

But—

The three of them still dragged Xiaofu and refused to let go, even if they knew that the real murderer was right in front of them, although they didn't want to appease, and they didn't seem to have the courage -

Xiao Fu, who was so angry that he was pulled, lifted the bottle of wine and pointed to him to stop him, and the young man shouted:

"Why did you pull me, it was him, it was he who killed Ah Jian!"

"I want to avenge Ah Jian!"

"Xiaofu!" Seeing the other party's cold and fierce momentum, the other three teenagers who grabbed Xiaofu shook their heads and signaled to think about it in the long run. However, where is Xiaofu willing to listen, he is still struggling to fight to the death!

"Let me go! Why are you stopping me? They killed Ah Jian! ”

"They killed someone, and they should pay for their lives!"

"Could it be that Ah Jian died in vain!"

Xiao Fu roared and struggled. It seems that this is the only way not to let the tears flow and not to feel the heartache.

The man who had been standing behind the shelf for a long time walked out impatiently with a bullet/spring knife, glanced coldly at the young man who was still pulling, quickly stepped forward and pushed away the three teenagers who were blocking Xiao Fu, put his head in front of Xiao Fu, and sneered:

"Come on, rush here, if you have the ability, rush here and smash it!"

"Don't you want to pay for your life, and if you have a kind, you will smash it down!"

"Smash it down, and Lao Tzu will recognize you as the master!"

Looking at the fat head in front of him, Xiao Fu wanted to smash a wine bottle down, but for some reason his right hand seemed to be like a thousand catties and couldn't lift it.

Seeing that Xiao Fu didn't dare to smash down, his bald head sneered, pinched Xiao Fu's collar and carried it to him, and patted Xiao Fu's face with the bullet/spring knife in his hand: "Young man, you can eat randomly, you can't talk nonsense!" ”

"I didn't kill anyone, it was that stupid (forced bī) bī) to hit the knife and look for death!"

"If you don't have that guts, don't pretend to be there and shout for revenge! Hum!! ”

"What, still glaring at me, annoyed and angry? There's a kind of you just smashed it, so you can't smash it, it's too late now! ”

The man put the bullet/reed knife on Xiao Fu's neck and sneered: "Believe it or not, Lao Tzu will kill you in minutes!" The blade cut through the skin, and the rupture of the epidermal nerve made Xiao Fu feel a little painful and itchy.

Seeing that the man's blade cut through Xiao Fu's skin, the three teenagers couldn't hold back anymore and rushed up directly, but they were knocked to the ground by several other men on the side of the man (body shēn). Seeing that his companion was knocked over, Xiao Fu picked up the beer bottle and hit the man, but the man grabbed his wrist and twisted it with his backhand. The pain of the twisted muscles and bones made Xiao Fu hunched (body shēn) unable to straighten his waist, and said angrily in pain:

"Don't go too far!"

"Excessive? What does it mean to be excessive? In this place where birds don't poop

These things are life! We don't want to die! Isn't it too much to not want to die? There is never such a saying in the uncle's dictionary! ”

"Don't forget, but we brought you in!"

"Do you think we should be grateful? Don't make too much of yourself, no one is begging you to let us in! ”

"I want to die because I do it myself, I can't blame others!"

After speaking, the man threw Xiao Fu to the ground, raised his foot and stepped on Xiao Fu's face, spat at Xiao Fu's face and said fiercely: "Don't give Lao Tzu a pip, Lao Tzu did fifteen in the first year of junior high school!" Fuck/Die, you deserve it! ”

"The hair hasn't grown, and I still want to mix with society! Silly / ((forced bī)bī)! ”

Xiao Fu was trampled on by the man and couldn't move, looking at Wen Jian, who was unwilling to look at Wen Jian, who died in a pool of blood, his heart was like a thousand catties of slate, he couldn't breathe, and his tears were like beads with broken threads, and he couldn't stop dripping.

"Let you be a good person, let you be a good person, these people are not worth saving at all, they are all ghosts!"

The man looked at the helpless Xiao Fu at his feet, and his heart (情qíng) couldn't help but be very good, and he raised his hand and waved the bullet/reed knife and pointed at Xiao Bai who came over and sneered: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Do you want to fight, broken shoes?"

Hearing the man's provocation, Xiaobai didn't speak, but looked at him with cold eyes like a dead man, and moved forward steadily.

It seems that this kind of thing has not been done for a long time, and the ones that Ye Jian and the others have experienced together are not called fights. He really deserves a good fight to make a name for himself!

Otherwise, he would be treated as a bloody mother!

Seeing that Xiaobai ((forced bī)bī) was near, the man smirked and kicked Xiao Fu in the abdomen to kick him away, holding the bullet/reed knife straight towards Xiaobai.

The other men didn't seem to expect Xiaobai, the pseudo-girl who had been stripped naked by them before, to dare to come out and come out, and they all threw bullets/reed knives around, planning to have a group fight.

Xiaobai sneered, fearless, and continued to move forward.

Feng Yiling raised his hand, his five fingers opened slightly, and a cloud of colorless energy rose in his palm-

Suddenly, a scream sounded from the depths of the supermarket, and suddenly thunderous and dense rain came from all directions. The screams continued, and a man with a bag rushed out of it.

The man's face was full of panic, and when he saw that some people here wanted to get around, they hit the shelf and rolled a long way, and he didn't realize that his arm was cut so wide, so he got up and continued to run.

Several more men rushed out from behind, directly knocking out the few people who were about to start the battle.

"What's wrong, what's going on?"

The man with the backpack who was dragged looked back in horror, kicked his breath, forcefully brushed aside the hand he was holding, and said, "There are monsters!" There are monsters! ”

"Run! Come on! ”

"Monsters?"

The screams were getting closer and closer, more people were running out of the supermarket, and the Mediterranean circle of friends also ran out—and behind them was a dense black oppression—

Eight-legged spider.

Some of them are one meter tall, some are two meters tall, or even higher, their feet and claws are full of fluff, and their huge (body shēn) bodies weighing hundreds of pounds are covered with strange spots.

It's a weird skeletal face!

The juvenile group became depressed after experiencing Wen Jian's death, and when they saw such a swarm of spiders swarming out again, their brain capacity was completely insufficient, and they didn't know how to react, so they stood dumbfounded to meet death.

Xiaobai slapped a teenager on the head, what a stunned, run!

"Run!"

Spiders poured out of nowhere and almost all over the 30-story department store as everyone rushed out of the supermarket, and from time to time a few daring coveting people jumped down from the upper floor and stopped in front of everyone, causing everyone to scatter again.

Dense swarms of spiders clapping their feet and chasing fresh and delicious people (meat ròu), even in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, you can imagine their hideousness, the fear of those who run for their lives.

Feng Yiling and Xiaobai took care of the people on the side as much as possible, because of the existence of several people in the Mediterranean, Feng Yiling had scruples and did not use spiritual power. Their purpose (身shēn) is not yet clear, and it is very likely that the person who used a magic technique on the plane to cause them to fall on the path is related to them, so he cannot be exposed too soon.

(End of chapter)