"Squeak, squeak."

In the abandoned house on the side of the road, there was a strange creaking sound.

It was as if someone was stepping on a floor in disrepair.

In the dim light, figures swayed around the room.

"Let me see, what did you get today?"

The voice of self-talk came through the "door" without a door.

The sound of insects chirping around suddenly disappeared without a trace.

This is the house that K broke into in the evening.

However, the scene on the first floor inside is completely different from what K saw.

It is true that there is no furniture.

But on the walls, on the ceiling, and even in the corners, all of them fit the corpses!

Half in the walls, half outside the walls!

On the corpse, black mushrooms grow.

Under the illumination of the light, it reflects colorful colors.

Colorful black!

Some corpses had two or three on them, the size of a baby's fist, and some corpses were covered with mushrooms the size of an adult's palm.

As you can see, the mushroom is surrounded by a layer of spores.

It floated up and down in midair.

The slightest movement of air will make them flutter.

At first glance, it looks like dust.

"Did you run outside?"

The people in the house looked around casually, but did not see the body that should have appeared.

It was a white-faced man who had been soaking in water for three days and three nights, carrying a kerosene lamp.

He walked outside.

It doesn't matter if he runs outside, he also leaves a little thing outside.

When you come out of the house, you can't even step on the concrete road that is close at hand, but only ten meters away, and you will fall.

"Huh?"

However, the situation was not what he expected.

Outside the house, empty.

There is no corpse that should lie down in the imagination.

The white-faced man walked over briskly, looking at the place where the yellow mud ground and the road met.

Underneath this soft earth, there is a dark thunder.

The proximity of a person carrying the spores can cause a chain reaction.

A special corpse mushroom underneath will release a deadly poisonous mist that kills the bearer.

Obviously, such a script is right!

There has never been a mistake in all these years.

However, this time......

The white-faced man crouched down and touched the ground with his hands.

Instead of the soft soil, you feel the solid ground.

If you look closely, you will find that this part, the part where he planted the trap, is a little shorter than the surrounding area.

It's like being crushed by a road roller!

Not to mention the release of poisonous mist.

It is estimated that even the corpse mushrooms and the "petri dish" inside have turned into a puddle of mud!

Heavy losses!

"Who is it?"

A low roar came from between his teeth.

"Master."

Li Shufen stood behind Tang Luo, holding a bloody broom in one hand, and her strong arm clamped K's arm, not letting him fall down with his weakness.

"Huh?" Seeing that the road was uneven, Tang Luo, who stepped on it with his feet, did not look back.

"We're going to spend the night here?" Li Shufen asked.

A bus full of dead people was nearby.

It's crazy to think about it.

"Well, the mission." Tang Luo spoke in a relaxed tone and walked towards the door.

Miko staggered along.

"Go over there, close the door." Tang Luo pointed to the other side.

"Huh?"

Mi Ke was stunned, why did he close the door?

She's not Chris.

"If there's danger outside, closing the door can block it a little." Tang Luo explained.

"There's danger in there?" Mico couldn't help but ask.

A cartload of corpses, and a corpse chaser or something.

Will it be a corpse?

Will there be zombies?

"Our mission is to stay here for one night." Tang Luo said, "Since you are here, you must not go out again, otherwise there is a high probability that the mission will fail." ”

"It's all worked so far, and it's a shame that the mission failed."

"As a man, sometimes you can be ruthless to yourself and cut off the way to retreat, so that you can move forward."

"Got it, got it."

Miko stuck out his tongue, ran to the other side, and pushed the door hard.

The iron gate is a little lighter than expected.

With a few sounds, the gate to the terminal was closed and the latch was inserted.

As for locking, forget it.

You can't push in from the outside.

In case the danger really comes from inside the terminal, you still have to run when it's time to run.

How can a living person suffocate a mission?

Closing the door, Tang Luo walked to the hut next to him with the ominous carry.

After the ominous is taken out of the mission world, it can no longer be retrieved.

The door of the hut was unlocked, and when the light was turned on, you could see an old bunk twin, the kind used in the dormitory.

There were planks underneath, with newspapers padded and a quilt.

There are no planks on it.

Two chairs.

A table that sits behind just enough to face the window.

You can see the iron gate.

Electric fan, electric kettle to boil water, several disposable cups.

Typical guard room, duty room.

There is a clock on the wall.

It's not broken, it's still moving around.

The time display is 7:13.

There are 10 hours and 47 minutes left until 6 a.m. to complete the mission.

There are several nails under the bell with car keys hanging from them.

Aunt Shufen helped K to the bed.

Took a disposable cup and took a little water from the faucet outside the door.

"Come, come, drink saliva."

She brought the glass to K's mouth.

K instinctively took it, took two sips, and suddenly stopped: "Where did the water come from?" ”

"There's a faucet outside, I'll take it." Aunt Shufen said, "It's okay for the young man to drink some tap water, it's not clean, and he won't get sick after eating." ”

K threw away the glass of water in his hand and roared, "You're sick!" ”

It's okay to drink some tap water on weekdays.

But what kind of place is this, Mission World!

Hell knows if there's something wrong with the water here.

What should I do if I drink to death?

After roaring, K lies limply on the bed and looks up at the mottled ceiling.

I, a dignified veteran, feel like I'm going to be killed by a rookie aunt.

"If you don't drink, you don't drink, young people nowadays have a really big temper." Aunt Shufen muttered, then looked at Tang Luo and said, "Master, I'm not talking about you." ”

Tang Luo casually put the ominous on the table, sat on the chair, nodded slightly, and didn't care.

Aunt Shufen is sitting on K's lap with her ass.

The plank bed creaked.

K reluctantly moved a little inside, unwilling to have any more contact with the aunt.

What he needs most now is rest.

It takes an hour of rest to recover.

Mi Ke originally wanted to gargle with some water to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling in his mouth.

But seeing K's fierce performance, he gave up this idea, pulled over the chair, and cautiously approached Tang Luo to sit down.

Obviously, he was the only one to rely on.

Another veteran...... Let's not mention it.

Tick tock.

There is only the sound of the second hand constantly moving.

Minutes and seconds passed.

It was soon 12 midnight.

K had already woken up from a round of sleep, although he still felt a little weak in his body, and his hands and feet were still a little weak.

But at least it's not like it was at the beginning, and it's hard to even stand.

The skill has long been cooled down, and it has the power to fight again.

Michael was already asleep on the table.

The makeup didn't hide the tiredness.

Aunt Shufen is full of energy, looking left and right, and occasionally getting up to move.

Tang Luo closed his eyes, like an old monk in a trance.

In this quest world, the vitality is more than the world of the last deceased.

It also met the standard of letting Tang Luo breathe and recuperate.

"Knock knock!"

Outside the iron gate, there was a dull knock.

K jumped to his feet and stood in the middle of the room.

Michael slept soundly and was not awakened.

Aunt Shufen grabbed her broom, and immediately slashed her sword, almost saying "Come up and lead the death".

"Knock knock!"

"Knock knock!"

The knocking on the door is constant, every second.

Tang Luo finally opened his eyes, picked up the ominous on the table, and walked directly towards the door.

"What are you doing?" K asked.

"Go see who it is." Tang Luo said.

If you are a bad person, you can punish the evil and promote the good, and gain merit.

So, how can you tell if you're a bad guy?

It's very simple, whoever shoots at Master Xuanzang must be a bad guy.

"We're going to stall for time." K said.

Actually, there's nothing to see.

Knocking on the door from outside are either ordinary villagers or dangerous enemies.

The former is left alone.

The latter can naturally be delayed, and it is best to delay it for another 6 hours, until 6 o'clock in the morning, and everyone is happy.

"Then you can take a look."

Tang Luo walked past K.

"-." K cursed in a low voice, walked to the window and watched Tang Luo walk to the iron gate.

A "small window" above was opened.

As mentioned earlier, this opening and closing iron gate is like the gate of a castle, and there is also this kind of small window that allows people to show their faces and open from the inside.

Take a good look at what's going on outside.

"Bang!"

The impact sound became distinct and audible.

Tang Luo saw that a face happened to be stuck in the small window, his mouth was closed one by one, and he leaned forward frantically.

It's as if you're going to stuff yourself into this small window, or you can enter the terminal through the small window.

There are no pupils, thoroughly white eyes.

The iron-blue face was covered with traces of corpse spots.

Crazy posture, like a mad dog.

Tang Luo could even hear the sound of its fingernails scratching at the iron door.

It's easy to get goosebumps.

"It's a corpse again, and there must be a corpse chaser!"

The distance was not far away, the moonlight was bright and clear, and K in the room could see the face that appeared in the small window.

At the same time, he saw it clearly.

That Xuanzang took two steps back, raised the black revolver in his hand, and aimed it at the corpse's head.

Under the moonlight, a monk dressed in a white robe holds a firearm as delicate as a work of art.

Aimed at a person's head.

It gives people an eerie feeling of dislocation and harmony.

"You-"

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire interrupted K's words.

The head disappeared from the small window, but the body did not fall, and continued to clutch the iron door.

A hand came in through the window.

"What are you doing!"

K ran out.

Gunshots, in such a silent night.

It's like a signal light, announcing their presence to the whole village.

And what is the danger of this Fengmen Village, everyone knows nothing.

"If the corpse chaser doesn't die, it is estimated that the corpse will not stop moving." "So, headshots don't work, you can break their limbs to stop them from getting closer." ”

"They?"

Aunt Shufen and Mi Ke, who also ran out, didn't understand what Tang Luo was talking about.

"That's it."

Tang Luo said.

"Knock knock!"

The sound of a large number of banging on the door suddenly rang out.

A head replaced the hand that had reached through the small window, and let out a silent roar towards Tang Luo.