() The midnight bell had already struck, and when Huang Zixi and Zhao Lao Wu had an awkward quarrel, the smell of gunpowder in the main hall intensified. At first, He Qiuye tried to persuade these middle-aged people who were almost crazy to come back, but for these people, they couldn't listen to what they said now.

The eyes emitted a scarlet glow, and they were simply murderers.

This atmosphere will only get more and more hostile with time.

"There is no help, if you stop them now, you will only be treated as enemies, and they are deadly weapons in their hands."

As Lu Buming said, He Qiuye's persuasion had the opposite effect, a man couldn't stand such torture, covered his head like crazy, grabbed the glass vase beside him, and threw it to the ground.

With his backhand, he took out a soft ruler two or three feet long from the vase, but if you look closely, you can see that the edge of the soft ruler is a blade with toughness.

"What's the matter, how can there be such a thing here......" Huang Zixi finally found out, this doesn't care about the internal crisis.

Lu Buming looked at it coldly and said, "What's even more interesting is that they seem to have known about it for a long time." ”

Lu Buming's speculation was once again confirmed. The atmosphere in the main hall was strange, and at this time, the fear and killing that blended together escalated, and the solemn atmosphere of water generally spread throughout the annex.

Except for the middle-aged woman who didn't even have a missing body, plus the man who lost blood and became a fresh corpse, the remaining eight middle-aged people guarded the eight directions of the room, keeping a distance from each other.

His wrists were severed at the root, his body twisted in all directions, he lay down, his breath was drained from his body little by little, the pool of blood under his body spread around little by little, the carpet was covered with a dull red, and the bloody wound was blistering with blood, and a life a few minutes ago was finally out of breath as the blood gushed out.

When the other seven saw this, they saw that someone had already drawn their weapons from their side first, and they were even more afraid to slow down, some of them groping behind them, while others reprimanded the man for his actions.

"Lay down your arms, what do you want to do?" Someone asked.

However, the man with the ruler was still not satisfied, he looked through the sofa and coffee table beside him, and found some weapons from these ordinary furniture, vases, and paintings.

"Don't ask knowingly, you and I both know what's in this house and what's the use." The man gathered some more knives from his side and hid behind the sofa, his eyes half-rolled out, his arms trembling and clutching the weapon in his hand, as if this was the only thing that could calm him down.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they cannot be stopped. In such a desperate situation, with a weapon in his hand that can kill people at any time, in such a small space, if some quarrels or incidents occur, there is a limit to the human spirit after all.

But it doesn't matter if it's a curse or a murderous house. Zhao Lao Wu and these middle-aged people seemed to know something about this annex. Lu Buming was very interested in this, but at this moment, saving his life was more important.

Just when Lu Buming was hesitating, this weird annex actually moved.

The dim candle flames drifted away, and the portraits hanging on the four walls were hideous colors, slightly different from when they first entered. Moved the painting?

Lu Buming repeatedly pondered the deep meaning of Zhao Laowu's words, and the wardrobe in the main hall shook. At first, Lu Buming thought it was his own delusion, but after a while, the wardrobe fell to the ground, which seemed to be a signal.

Seeing that such a fight was almost imminent, two young girls were in a row

Retreat to the deepest part of the hallway and lean against the door. The two leaned together, not even daring to open their eyes.

However, with a bang, the last string also snapped.

"Did you hear it, did you see it?" The middle-aged man suddenly shouted and stood up, and he roared. "It's exactly the same as it was ten years ago, and it was the same then, the same! This is retribution, it is the turn of the wheel! ”

The man's pupils were pale, and his pupils were barely visible.

Huang Zixi was also driven to madness by this atmosphere, and his eyes glanced at Zhao Lao Wu in front of him. Zhao Laowu's black-brown face also looked like he couldn't understand the situation, and he couldn't grasp the sudden situation in front of him.

"It's you!" Huang Zixi still didn't plan to let go of Zhao Lao Wu in front of him. "You're the only one who knows everything about this room, and you're the only one who put these weapons in."

How did Zhao Lao Wu know what was going on, in the face of Huang Zixi's questioning, he himself stammered and couldn't answer a word, and he hesitated for a long time, making Huang Zixi more suspicious the more he looked at it.

Although Lu Buming said that he was not the murderer, Huang Zixi was more confident in his judgment and intuition. However, things are spiraling out of control faster than they could have imagined.

Huang Zixi forced Zhao Lao Wu to ask, but he didn't ask a single fart, but a few people in the main hall went crazy first. The face of the man who had snatched the weapon first gleamed with excitement, but before he could rejoice, a polished fork was nailed to his shoulder.

The flickering of the dim candlelight stirred up this bloodthirsty mood even more. Seeing blood on the man's body, his reason was almost completely swallowed up by a momentary murderous aura, he pulled out the long, bladed soft ruler and rushed towards a woman nearby.

The two fights actually arose for no reason, and the smell of blood stimulated this kind of killing to become more rampant.

Seeing that a few people in the main hall were red-eyed, Lu Buming pushed Huang Zixi away and picked up the bloodless Zhao Lao Wu, although this old guy was Lu Buming's sworn enemy when he was a child, but now he is just a poor bad old man.

"Take us to your bedroom, quick."

After Lu Buming's reminder, Zhao Laowu's empty eyes gradually had a little light, he stood up tremblingly, and took the lead to the house.

"You take the two young ladies and go in and hide." Lu Bu pushed the three of them and motioned for them to quickly hide in the bedroom.

I don't understand Lu Buming's intentions, no matter how bold Huang Zixi is, he also knows very well in his heart that staying outside is just being chopped into meat paste.

Zhao Lao Wu limped his legs and fell to the ground in a few steps. Huang Zixi carried him to the door of the bedroom, he fumbled in his trouser pocket for a long time before he found a rusty old key, stabbed the door in, and the door creaked open.

Outside the house, Lu Buming was not in a hurry to hide in the bedroom, and the other person was not in a hurry. Leng Shuang's hand was on his trouser pocket, his expression changed uncertainly, and his thin eyebrows were frowning on his red face.

"Why aren't you hiding?" This is the first time Leng Shuang has spoken, and her voice is as cold as the snow of the winter solstice, just like her name.

Lu Buming didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, although his side was about to become a battlefield and the blood gradually spread, he seemed to have seen through everything, his eyes moved away from Leng Shuang, and Lu Buming smiled bitterly.

"Aren't you too?"

Leng Shuang shook his head.

"You're not like me." She used a little more force in her hand, as if she was clenching something, Lu Buming saw it in her eyes, smiled slightly, and came to Leng Shuang like a gust of wind.

Cold double

The face was suddenly a little ruddy, the big turbine-shaped hair shook, and she subconsciously took a step back, and when she raised her head, Lu Buming was already in front of her.

She subconsciously opened her mouth and her throat moved, but she didn't dare to make a sound. A voice rang in her ears, and she turned her head to see that there was already blood in the main hall.

With a pop, a bright red blood stain was sprinkled on the glass-penetrating windowsill leading to the balcony, and Leng Shuang saw it, desperately trying to move his body, but was grabbed by Lu Buming's wrist.

"You!" Leng Shuang was about to have a seizure, but Lu Buming leaned into her ear and whispered softly, Leng Shuang's face was red to the base of his neck, and his body involuntarily shrank into the root of the wall and couldn't move.

Lu Buming sighed, "They are already crazy", while dragging Leng Shuang and taking her to Zhao Lao Wu's bedroom.

Leng Shuang has always been silent, but the sudden appearance of this made her at a loss.

"Them!" Leng Shuang glanced back at the middle-aged people in the distance, fighting in one place, stubbornly spreading his hands. Lu Buming couldn't beat her, so he spread his hands.

Leng Shuang's hands reached into his trouser pockets again, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and his posture was chic and capable.

Lu Buming looked Leng Shuang up and down and said:

"You're useless."

"They've already done it." Leng Shuang said decisively.

"They are the ones who do it, but they are not." Lu Buming's voice was low and deep, Leng Shuang's face turned dark red when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth were clenched, intending to ignore Lu Buming no more.

Lu Buming continued: "You see, they are no longer killing each other, but venting their inner killing**. You see, their fear has long since deteriorated, and the real fear is not like that. ”

Leng Shuang hesitated for a moment, and the scene in front of her was not an exaggeration to say that it was hell. Just a few people's faces, from the initial fear, trembling, hesitation, to today's enjoyment and rage, these middle-aged people seem to be dark from the bones.

"They...... Brainwashed? Leng Shuang hesitated, her back was cold, as indifferent as her, and she had never seen a group of people who disregarded the dignity of life like this. Perhaps just a few minutes ago, they were mild-mannered and respectful of each other.

"Brainwashing?" Lu Buming saw through the truth after the chaos at a glance. "Perhaps, but there will always be a dark side in anyone's heart, and it doesn't take much effort to guide it."

"There are weapons everywhere in the room, you can see them everywhere," Lu Buming knocked on the wall behind him and grinned, "It's like this wall." ”

Leng Shuang let go of the palm clenched in his pocket and looked at Lu Buming nervously, she was already sweating in a moment. I saw that the wall that Lu Buming knocked on was the bloody wall they saw when they came out of the room.

The graffiti and calligraphy on the walls were completely solidified by this time.

Leng Shuang swallowed her saliva, only then did she smell the tense atmosphere and the smell of blood in the air, her tongue couldn't help but dry, her throat hurt, she took a breath, Lu Buming had already felt something from the corner of the wall, it looked almost transparent.

"Tightrope?" Leng Shuang was dumbfounded, but Lu Buming casually stuffed it into his pants pocket behind his buttocks.

"This in itself is an inducement, and it is a good show to place these people with hatred and murder in a room full of weapons, full of despair and death." Lu Buming clapped his hands, a burst of blood-red breath came to his face, Leng Shuang turned his head vigilantly, but his sight turned into a fishy dark red.

"Ahh