"What's on your forehead? shiny," the fat man heard footsteps walking towards him, thinking that this was a sign of the other party's consent, and happily walked into the room.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, he noticed that something was reflecting on the forehead of the voice that came over, and he was stunned for a moment, and his footsteps stopped in place.

"This?" The figure raised his hand as if touching his forehead, but his footsteps did not stop, and he still walked towards him step by step, "If you have the opportunity, you can have it too..."

The fat man subconsciously felt that something was wrong at this time, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

His gaze always stayed on the other party's forehead looming in the moonlight, and he looked like he was scratching his ears and cheeks, as if he was thinking about something.

"Why do I think that thing on your forehead is a bit like the nucleus on a zombie's forehead?" The fat man tried to think about it for a long time with a constipated expression on his face, and then he remembered where he had seen such a shiny thing. But he didn't think of anything else, because he hadn't seen it.

Suddenly, the man opposite seemed to smile, although he couldn't see the curvature of the man's mouth clearly, but the fat man suddenly couldn't help but tremble, and goosebumps instantly crawled all over the back of his neck.

"Otherwise, I'd better rest in another place and not disturb you," the fat man put a smile on his face, and the sweaty head and the two trembling legs revealed his true thoughts.

He was scared, and his subconscious told him he had to get out of here.

Although the previous man had an extremely bad attitude towards him, it did not cause him any substantial harm. But the person in front of him was different, making him feel full of malice, if he didn't leave, he might not be able to leave later.

"That might be a little bit too late."

The figure that was standing opposite him disappeared, and the fat man's face changed, and he turned around and wanted to run out of the door, but a strong force came from behind and hit him hard.

The fat man's body was knocked out like a rag, and the fat man let out a painful muffled sound, rolled his eyelids, and passed out directly.

The figure who had been sitting on the sofa looked at the man lying on the ground, and then stood up, looked at the figure who had just shot and asked, "How to deal with it?" ”

"Let's see if he can be lucky enough to be our companion," the figure who shot just now sat down next to him in an extremely elegant posture, and took out a stack of square handkerchiefs from his pocket to wipe his hands, looking like a 10,000-year-old cleanliness fetish.

"Yes," the figure lifted the unconscious man to his feet, surveyed the man's body, and quickly brought his mouth to the man's neck.

"Your bad taste is still the same as always," the figure with the handkerchief said with some amusement as he watched the other man's movements.

The figure ignored the man's words, opened his mouth, revealing teeth that were not as sharp as humans, and bit down on the man's neck, tearing off a piece of flesh with a tear.

After doing all this, the figure didn't chew much at all, and swallowed the piece of meat straight into its stomach.

The fat man's body collapsed weakly on the ground, and a large amount of blood flowed from the wound on his neck, and the rich smell of blood spread instantly.

When the smell of blood spread, the two seated figures obviously became breathing tightly, and their chests rose and fell violently, as if they were trying their best to endure something.

Even the sleeping figure seemed to be a little restless, and kept clicking his mouth as if he was eating some delicious food.

The fat man's body twitched inadvertently, the wound on his neck slowly stopped bleeding, and an unconscious sound came out of his mouth, but he didn't mean to wake up.

The eyes of the two figures were all locked on the man lying on the ground, and the man's every move made them care so much that they almost opened their eyes to see.

I don't know how long it took, but the whole room was still dark, except for the occasional snoring, all that was left was the incessant snorting of the man on the ground.

"Failed," a somewhat muffled voice sounded, and when you listened closely, you could see that the voice was full of regret.

After a few moments, the fat man's face had all turned grayish-white, and his black pupils had disappeared, turning into the same color as his muscles.

The man staggered to his feet, but since he had not found his target, he stood a little sluggishly in place, hissing with an unknown meaning from his mouth.

"Then let's eat," the figure tucked the handkerchief back into his trouser pocket and licked his lips, "I'm a little hungry too..."

Soon the dark room was filled with the creepy sound of chewing, and even the figure that had been snoring in bed from earlier got up from the bed and joined in the unusual meal.

In an instant, the fat man's body of more than two hundred catties disappeared in place, and the only thing left was the black blood soaked in the carpet.

"Shall we go down and have a look?" The figure said a little sullenly, "According to this man's strength, there is no way to get here, there should be other survivors." ”

"Shouldn't you fill your stomach before you work?" The handkerchief that had always accompanied the figure was thrown to the ground with some disgust by the user, and the snow-white handkerchief was already stained with black blood at this time.

"Let's go," the figure straightened his clothes and stood up, compared to the two figures next to him, he was more like eating a Western meal elegantly, and there was hardly any blood on his body.

"New here, I'll leave the matter of finding someone to you," the equally tall figure slapped the figure on the shoulder of the figure who was still lying on the ground, and directly slapped him into a stagger, and made the most intimate contact between his face and the ground.

But he didn't seem to have a problem with such treatment, and quickly got up from the ground, looking like a fool with a smile on his face.

"Go ahead," the figure next to him spoke.

The figure was stunned, but still obediently walked outside.

The two figures left behind glanced at each other, and then quickly followed suit.

Seventeenth floor...

Sixteenth floor...

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Thirteenth floor...

The figure who walked in front with a somewhat sluggish expression was very patient, layer after layer, looking for room after room, and it seemed that he was unwilling to let go of any clues. 21. Baidu read the latest chapter of "Mother Ring Jiezhong Literature" for free for the first time.