The bald head also joined in the hand-to-hand combat, baring his teeth and claws to make Wang Ba's fist, his nails scratching at me.

This level of hand-to-hand combat is already so dangerous that it is beyond measure, Rao is my figure as fast as a ghost, but my skin can't bear this strange power, and the blood mist leaks out along the pores, condensing into a little blood bead on the skin,

After seven or eight minutes, I became a bloody man, and my physical strength began to be overwhelmed, and my pace became heavy, and at this time, the advantage of the wild madman was manifested, they had no physical strength at all, and they had endless strange powers.

I couldn't dodge, my left arm was swept by the iron crutch, and I didn't know if the bone was broken, I felt that my whole arm was unconscious, and I couldn't lift it up.

At the moment when the iron crutch swept me, I pinched the razor with the index finger and middle finger of my right hand, and cut cross-cutting at the old man's eyes, he dropped the iron crutch, covered his face and screamed madly and retreated, struggled for a while, fell to the ground, and soon lost his breath.

The old man's body was cut by me at least more than 30 times, and he was able to hold on until now before he died, which shows that his strength is far above those before him.

The situation of the bald head is similar, on the face, on the smooth head, the razor is all over and down, and the flesh and blood are blurred, but he doesn't care, taking advantage of my slow pace, he finds the right time, one hand pinched my shoulder fiercely, and the sharp nails are deep in the flesh:

"Now, see how you hide? I'm going to tear your shoulders apart! ”

I forced myself to eat the sharp pain, blurred eyes, and looked at him coldly, razor lightly raised.

Together, there are those pale blue arcs, they are as beautiful as the blue roses blooming in the underworld, on the other side.

The more beautiful the flower, the more deadly.

The knife rises, the knife falls, the bald arm, broken from the elbow joint, the crimson hot liquid, squirting out from the wound, the bald head let out a miserable pig cry, and fell to the ground and died.

Like the old man, both died of blood loss.

I lay on the ground, retching, my face soaked, and I don't know if it was sweat or blood.

Every muscle in the body hurts the heart, just like a person who has not exercised for a long time, running ten kilometers, the kind of exhaustion from the soul can only be experienced by experiencing it.

Not far away, there was a faucet, and I leaned over and rinsed my drowsy head with cold tap water, trying to sober myself up.

Scratches, bruises, swelling, countless wounds on my upper body, and even a slight lift of my fingers, the tearing of the muscles on the back of my hands, made me almost faint.

Rushing over my head, I washed my upper body with cold water, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, like cold spirits, sprinkled on a hot stove, and the pain broke out in full force, forcing me to let out a heart-rending scream!

I had to, I needed the icy waters to extinguish the flames in my veins, or I would be consumed by the flames.

When I was almost done, I looked at the razor full of gaps in my hand, and limped over to the hunchbacked guy.

He ate all four fingers.

The guy slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at me with a blank face.

"Of the eight madmen in the danger zone, I'm the only one out of the ordinary, do you know why?"

"Why?"

The young man lowered his head and laughed miserably:

"Because I have something attached to me...... I was ...... by it Crazy! ”

My pupils contracted violently, and I retreated vigilantly, the corners of the young man's mouth were filled with indescribable treachery, and he raised the kitchen knife without any warning, wiped it towards his neck, and committed suicide in front of me on the spot.

The throat was cut open, but he didn't fall down, but stood straight and straight, his eyes rolled out of the white of the fish's belly, staring at me.

Some severely mentally ill people belong to evil spirits and are possessed by dirty things, and this kind of person cannot be cured by traditional means.

I don't know, with my current strength, what my chances of survival are if I face a ghost.

Can the thirteen shears of the Yin Tomb strengthened by the arc cut off the Yin body of the ghost?

What I didn't expect was that the things on the hunchbacked guy were not as simple as ghosts.

From his back, a hairy dead creature crawled out, its limbs twisted like numbness, and it was no longer able to distinguish the position of its hands and feet, and its whole body was covered with miserable yellow hair.

It has the sharp beak of a weasel, rat whiskers on the edge of its mouth, and lifeless eyes, like a cold-blooded animal like a fish snake.

With my eyesight, I really can't see what this thing is, it's definitely not a ghost, it's not a fairy family, and it's even less likely to be a yin thing.

If it's a feminine thing, the moment I take a photo, I'm gone.

So what could it be?

My neck shook so badly that I stepped back in horror, and the thing was about two feet long, like a maggot, and it was put on the boy's back, and the hair on his body was shining.

The dead fish-like eyes stared at me, and suddenly, without warning, a miserable yellow phantom appeared in front of my eyes!

The thing appeared in front of me with lightning and thunder, opened its bloody mouth, and bit me on the neck! 、

Without the slightest hesitation, I reacted instinctively, swiping the razor in my hand like a meteor forward!

Both sides are defeated, and the fish is dead and the net is broken!

This outlaw approach to the enemy has cost me dearly, but I have no better way, it is too fast to dodge.

Only by using the way of rushing to attack can force the opponent to retreat.

It turned out to be a little different from what I had imagined, when the most poignant meteor in the world pierced the night sky of the morgue, the back of my hand, the sharp fangs of the thing, and bit it through - four black blood holes appeared on the back of my hand.

But the end of the thing was not much better, and the blade curled in a pale blue arc of light-blue electricity, cutting its long maggot-like tongue to the roots.

It let out a murderous cry from its mouth, quickly retreated, bright yellow blood gushing out of its mouth, looked at me with resentful eyes, and fell to the ground to die.

Some ash-like things, from the corpse of that thing, dotted out, gradually dissipated, it did not belong to the world, after death, the body quickly dissipated.

Falling together, there was also the hunchbacked boy, something attached to him, and finally killed him, and after his death, his eyes were wide open, revealing a strong unwillingness.

I also fell, the fangs of that thing were highly poisonous, along the wound on the back of my hand, swept through my body, my consciousness began to blur, my blood froze all over my body, and in front of my eyes, there was a miserable yellow vision of hell.

That's it...... Is it over?

I really tried my best, I lost too much blood, multiple muscle lacerations on my body, and the venom of the youkai of the underworld...... All kinds of injuries broke out, and I felt that I was only one step away from death.

In the end, I didn't even pass the first floor of the asylum, and I was so unwilling to die......

I'm still ...... Too weak!

Half-asleep, I saw the man in bed number eight, standing up straight and walking towards me.

I can't even see what he looks like.

The man crouched beside me and smiled sinisterly, "You know, I've already killed seven people, and I'm still one last place away from being promoted to the second floor." ”

"I've waited too long, too long for this day. Normally, the eight of us restrain each other, and no one can kill anyone, and when we sleep, we have to open one eye to prevent the ambush of our companions! ”

"On these days, I really bought it." He pulled out a sharp knife from his back, and rubbed the back of the knife against my face:

"New here, I admit that you are very strong, even the old one who is possessed by a demon is not your opponent, how can I fight you? But...... Heaven does not live up to me, and now you, in my opinion, are nothing more than cattle and sheep to be slaughtered. ”

"What do you take to resist? Do you still have the strength to hold on to this broken razor? ”

He clenched the sharp knife in both hands, raised it high, and roared with a distorted face: "I! Number 8, destined to ascend to heaven! The hour of slaughter and dismemberment has come, and I will sacrifice your broken limbs to the gods of heaven! ”

I could only watch as the sharp knife stabbed down, but I couldn't do anything.

I'm so tired, maybe, death is really a relief......

The moment I stepped into the ghost gate with one foot, the most terrifying scene happened.

The sharp knife stopped in mid-air, and a swarthy figure appeared behind Eight.

Zhu Feiyue!

Finally, in this bloody and gloomy morgue, Zhu Feiyue regained his senses!

After his memory awakened, he stood behind Lao Ba in a daze, with a big hand like iron tongs, pinching the handle of the knife and crushing No. 8's phalanges at the same time.

Squeak!

The miserable cry of the eighth shook my eardrums! Zhu Feiyue's face was expressionless, and he turned the sharp knife around stiffly, and stabbed No. 8 in the chest a little bit.

There was no joy or sorrow on his face, and he stood there with compassion, like a god killing in the underworld!

The wind blew his hair, he was very calm, but the terrifying murderous intent that erupted in his eyes was like the yin fire of hell!

"You are the cattle and sheep to be slaughtered, you pig and dog are not as good as dead waste! Dare to beat my brother's idea too? ”