After receiving the message, Su Que rushed back and climbed onto the windowsill, the cool cold wind blowing on the placket of her clothes, and behind her was the sharp and messy hiss of the nameless.

She grabbed the rough rope with both hands, kicked the windowsill hard with the muscles of her hind feet, and jumped up and dragged the rope to hang in the air, her body completely enveloped in the sun.

The black mist of the blind in the dark room surged like a wave, as if it could break through the obstruction of the sunlight at any time, but in the end it could only roar unwillingly.

Su Que exhaled a deep breath of cold air, and after leaving the danger, the muscles in her whole body suddenly relaxed, and she lowered her head and looked down.

Ji Shuze, who was wearing a white shirt at the bottom of the building, did not leave, and from this angle, he was shrunk into a white dot. Su Que couldn't see his facial features clearly, only that he seemed to be waving desperately at her.

Su Que thought he was worried about her safety, so he grabbed the rope with one hand, and waved at him with his other free hand.

Ji Shuze's shout was faintly sent from the cold wind, and Su Que's ears were the roar of the wind and the sharp cry of the nameless, and he could only vaguely hear a syllable. She frowned, pulled her throat open and shouted below:

"What do you say? I can't hear you! ”

The whining wind blocked part of the sound, and Ji Shuze's voice this time seemed to be more faint than the last time.

Mixed with the messy wind, Su Que barely understood a few words:

"Be careful...... You...... Head...... Blame ......"

Su Que couldn't understand what he meant, what was the care, Ji Shuze downstairs had a ball of white spots shaking all the time, as if he was desperately trying to make her understand something.

Su Que grabbed the rope and was about to open his mouth to ask again.

The airflow behind him surged, and a few wisps of silky touch crossed his neck, startling a cold hair, and a rancid smell mixed with bloody gas surrounded Su Que's side, and was deeply inhaled into his nose with his breathing.

Su Que only felt a chill in his back, the cold wind and cold hair exploded together, and the joints seemed to be frozen, stiff and didn't know how to bend and stretch. The air around him seemed to freeze, and all that was left of the cochlea was the thumping of the heart.

The vision in his eyes was all blurred like an oil painting splashed with water, Su Que's fingers were a little white, and all the nerves in his brain were almost completely fragmented.

The white dot downstairs was still shaking, and it seemed to be more anxious than before.

But she thought she knew the meaning of Ji Shuze's words.

Su Que raised his head in a daze.

That sentence together is-

Be careful, you have monsters on your head!

Between the lightning and flint, Su Que suddenly slashed upward, let go, supported the wind and slid down at least half a meter, and then didn't look at it, directly kicked upwards with a backflip, and hung upside down on the rope with her body, the rough rope strangled her hand and hurt, and an upward force helped her resist the threat of gravity.

Su Que clenched her teeth, the cold wind soaked through her clothes, and her mind was in chaos, but she knew that now was not the time to relax.

I saw that about a meter above her head, a huge green shadow stretched out, like a ball of plasticine, the bottom was softly glued to the bright yellow background poster on the ninth floor, and the green figure stretched out from it, and the three-story building that was pulled was like a green pipe, blown by the wind, swaying from side to side like jelly.

The green figure was none other than Hatsune Miku on the poster on the ninth floor.

She wore a white short-sleeved blouse with a long tie loosely tied around her neck and hung in the air.

The part of the upper and lower body is stretched out, and it hangs softly from the ninth floor to the sixth floor, and the upper body sticks out of the bright yellow background, but the lower body is still in the painting, which is a two-dimensional appearance.

Hatsune Miku's delicate facial features twisted together at this time, his flesh-yellow face continued to swell, and a huge mouth occupied the entire lower face, as if a hole had been cut, and there was a foul smell like a rotting corpse.

Her face was splattered with minced flesh and blood, dried red blood was sandwiched with oily fat, and her long turquoise hair, like two green ribbons, hung limply in the air, pulling three stories long.

The blue pupils gathered together were looking at Su Que directly at this time, and their big mouths slowly bent into a crescent moon, revealing a weird smile.

Su Que saw the minced flesh on her face, her pupils shrank, she didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly looked around.

The lively floors of the past have become quiet at some point, with the ninth floor as the center, and a large hole has been broken in the windows of each floor, and the broken glass slag is spread all over the floor, and the room is quiet, except for the screams of the nameless in the surging darkness.

As far as the eye can see, several old buildings in the entire community are like a swarm of ants, all of which have fallen into a deathly silence, leaving only the whining sound of the wind blowing on the skin.

The light of the eightfold phantom sun coldly shone on this dead and silent community, and Su Que who was half-hanging next to the building.

Su Que swallowed his saliva, the cool saliva slid into his throat, and his hands were wet and cold.

The wind blew against her cheeks, blowing the cold into her eyelids, and she felt a chill in her back.

Ordinary two-dimensional creatures cannot break through the dimensional wall even if they are activated by the Vientiane Apocalyptic Factor, which is a rigorous problem involving the science of the primitive world.

However, once the two-dimensional creature gets the name of a person, it is equivalent to breaking through the shackles of the principles of the primitive world and obtaining the reality pass of the end of Vientiane.

Because in the last days of Vientiane, names have a supreme position.

This two-dimensional monster should have obtained the name of the poster person by chance. After being able to condense the entity, in order to gain more power, she ate the occupants of the sixth floor. After enriching the entity, she successively ate the surrounding survivors who were not very strong, and quickly controlled the entire community.

And all this—

It only happened within a few minutes of Su Que jumping into the sixth floor.

Thinking about all this, Su Que's heart suddenly felt like a stone had been pressed, heavy and cold.

The light of the eightfold parhelion looked coldly down at everything in the sun.

At this time, Hatsune Mirai's hideous face was facing Su Que, and his dark green eyes overflowed with green light, staring at Su Que's face.

She grinned weirdly, and her long green satin-like hair instantly seemed to have gained life, like a snake dancing wildly, and she was caught off guard and struck at Su Que unexpectedly.

Su Que's mouth tightened into a line, and her left hand was about to discharge, but a feeling of exhaustion instantly hit every muscle in her body, her brain tightened, and when she looked at it, there were only a few small rays of electric light in the palms of her two hands that were jumping slightly.

Su Que secretly said in her heart that it was not good, the coolness spread, but suddenly the green satin had already been killed in front of her with the sound of breaking the air, Su Que could almost faintly feel the sharp feeling of the air surging, her muscles tightened, and she turned around to avoid it.

Suddenly, a "bang" pierced the sky, and an invisible force collided with the green silk, making a loud sound of air currents.

The power of the energy attack shook Hatsune Mirai far away, and Su Que took the opportunity to loosen his hands slightly, and his body slid towards the bottom of the building with great speed.

Ji Shuze, who was downstairs, was holding an iron rod in his hand, panting and leaning against the iron trash can downstairs, but his eyes followed Su Que firmly, his white shirt was stained with mud, and the wound was overflowing with a lot of blood.

The loud bang just now was the sound wave of the attack he sent out when he slammed the trash can with an iron rod.

Physically, sound can transfer energy.

It was a huge momentum, but it had exhausted almost all of his abilities, and he only felt dizzy in his brain, weak muscles, and the smell of garbage in his nasal cavities, and he felt that he couldn't even stand on his feet.