After this series of oozing laughter, Zhang Zhuan's eyes also adapted to the strong light of the flashlight, and he looked intently and saw the figure behind the light.

I saw that this person was wearing a white dress, which was splashed with blood spots, although her face was covered with a blood-stained mask, she could still be judged to be Zhao Rongrong from her dress to hairstyle.

Zhao Rongrong stared at Zhang Zhuan in the center of the toilet like this, motionless. And he didn't look at the sides of the door, obviously not noticing Han Wei and Yu Minghan on both sides, and now Zhao Rongrong has all his attention on Zhang Zhuan.

Zhang Zhuan glanced in Han Wei's direction, signaling to find an opportunity to escape first, and at this time, the person opposite stretched out his hand holding the flashlight and slowly took off the mask on his face, and the light was just reflected on her cold and pale face.

This is indeed Zhao Rongrong's appearance! The shadow formed by the light hitting her face outlined the contours of Zhao Rongrong's face. It's just that her eyes have become completely different at this time, empty and full of murderous aura. The whites of the eyes are covered with fine bloodshots, and the entire eyeball looks red.

Zhao Rongrong, who had no expression on her face, looked at Zhang Zhuan with ethereal eyes. Suddenly, Zhao Rongrong's jaw pulled down violently, her entire mouth opened to the maximum, and she let out a piercing scream.

With a scream, Zhao Rongrong swayed the long knife in her hand in the air, and with a strong leg, she pounced towards Zhang Zhuan with her teeth and claws.

"Run!" Zhang Zhuan gave an order, and Yu Minghan took the lead in getting out of the toilet door from behind Zhao Rongrong, and Han Wei followed closely behind.

Zhang Zhuan saw that the two of them ran out, and turned around to run away to the inside of the toilet, but as soon as he ran a few steps after turning around, he felt a sharp pain on his left shoulder.

Zhao Rongrong screamed and raised the knife and fell, the blade directly slashed through Zhang Zhuan's left shoulder, because it was a running state, the whole knife did not cut off the shoulder, but only slipped through a layer of skin.

Zhang Zhuan didn't care about the pain, made a sharp turn, and smashed open the wooden door of a toilet cubicle, bringing the wooden door with a lightning speed, and the moment the hand inserted the latch, the blade suddenly stretched in through the crack in the door, and the handle of the knife hit the door with a bang, and the length of the knife just extended to Zhang Zhuan's pupil and stopped, almost piercing into the eyeballs.

Zhang Zhuan quickly dodged backwards until he stuck to the wall behind him. When he saw that the blood stains on the knife had solidified, he realized that it was left after stabbing the vulture's chest.

At this time, the blade continued to fall through the crack in the door, and the latch was slashed with a sonorous sound. In addition, Zhao Rongrong kept banging on the wooden door outside the door, and the wooden planks of the entire compartment began to shake. Zhang Zhuan found that the screws that held the bolt in place had begun to loosen.

After the sound of a few screws falling on the ground, the entire door was already crooked, and the door was knocked out of a huge gap, and now only a loose screw was left to support it, and Zhao Rongrong's piercing scream penetrated into the compartment. Zhang Zhuan realized that this door could not hold on for a few seconds, and now he had to find a way to hold on a little longer to buy time for his escape.

Without thinking too much, Zhang Zhuan pressed his whole body against the door, and one toe stretched out backwards, hooking the cloth stick in the corner of the toilet. At this time, the knife was suddenly withdrawn from the crack in the door, Zhang Zhuan was shocked, and after realizing what was going to happen next, he quickly pulled out of the body that was on the door, and the front and rear feet, the tip of the knife clicked directly through the center of the door panel, almost piercing Zhang Zhuan's chest.

The toilet door is made of composite wood, which is soft and therefore very fragile. At this moment, in the midst of the sawdust flying, Zhang Zhuan stabilized his center of gravity, quickly picked up the pier cloth that had been hooked by his toes just now, and inserted one end into the deep hole of the squatting pit, and the other end was directly on the bolt of the wooden door, so as to fix the door. Although this is only a temporary delay in the breaking of the door, at least for now, it is possible to withdraw from the door and move from the gap below to another compartment.

Boom! Boom!

Zhao Rongrong kept screaming and banging on the wooden door, and pulled out the blade that had been inserted into the door with a wobble of it. As a result of the constant impact, a crack cracked with flying wood chips, clucking from the knife edge.

Zhang Zhuan immediately made a decision, immediately lay down, moved sideways, and turned to another compartment, but at this time, he could not rush out immediately, because Zhao Rongrong was still outside with a knife in her hand, if she pushed open the compartment now and ran to the exit of the toilet, then she would inevitably be found and hunted down.

Zhang Zhuan let go of his right hand covering his shoulder. Blood was already running down the fingers and onto the back of his hand. Fortunately, this knife is not very deep, if he is chased again, Zhang Zhuan is not sure if the knife in his back next time will be so lucky, so now this situation is no longer allowed to take risks.

So now the only way is to delay the other party's time with something, Zhang Zhuan's eyes looked around the small compartment like a sharp sword, hoping to find something that could be used, but there was nothing in it except a paper basket and a cloth.

At this time, the door of the compartment where he was just now had completely cracked from the middle, and half of the door panel fell to the ground with a bang, Zhao Rongrong waved a steel knife and pounced directly in, and when she found that Zhang Zhuan was no longer inside, she instantly turned around and hit the flashlight to the outside of the compartment, and did not find Zhang Zhuan rushing out of the other compartments.

So Zhao Rongrong strode towards the next compartment, kicked it open, and saw Zhang Zhuan's back to her figure inside, not allowing a moment to react, in the direction of the head, the steel knife rubbed against the air and whistled down.

"Click!" The blade of the knife almost split directly from the head, and the sound of the fabric of the skirt tearing directly to the soles of the feet. And Zhao Rongrong didn't mean to stop, the flashlight didn't hit, and the knife in both hands was like chopping meat and slashing repeatedly, and the pieces of her skirt were chopped everywhere.

The strange thing is that Zhao Rongrong didn't feel the oncoming splash of blood, and when she picked up the flashlight again, she found that there were fragments of Zhang Zhuan's clothes scattered in the direction of the cut just now, as well as scattered strips of cloth and paper basket crumbs.

Zhao Rongrong's eyes were red with blood, her voice was low, she knew that she had won the full set, and she turned around and immediately rushed out of this compartment, but within a few seconds of delay, Zhang Zhuan had already escaped from another compartment, and now she was about to run to the door of the toilet.

Zhao Rongrong waved the long knife again, roared and ran at a very fast speed.

Now Zhang Zhuan was only wearing underwear, covering the wound with his hand and trying his best to escape in the direction of the door, just ran out of the corridor at the door of the toilet, and the whole person fell into darkness in an instant, and there was no sense of direction at all.

But at this time, a familiar voice sounded in my ears.

"Run!"

Zhang Zhuan heard it, and it was Han Wei who shouted, but now he could only judge Han Wei's approximate location from the voice.

Han Wei just slipped out when Zhao Rongrong rushed into the toilet to chase Zhang Zhuan, but he didn't take two steps to escape, and his uneasy heart prompted him to turn back again, and quietly lurked on the side outside the toilet door, secretly observing when Zhao Rongrong hit the compartment door, anxiously thinking of a way. Finally, he found a wooden stick by the toilet door and crouched down.

When he heard Zhang Zhuan running out panting, Han Wei shouted to run, and immediately slammed the door of the toilet slammed shut, instantly inserted the wooden stick into the doorknob, and locked Zhao Rongrong, who was rushing over, in the men's toilet.

"Boom!"

The moment the toilet door closed, Zhao Rongrong's whole face also smashed through the glass from the small window on the door.

After a sound of glass breaking, Zhao Rongrong stuck out her neck from the small window on the door and roared outward. The whole door was slamming, and the wooden sticks on the handles were crumbling.

Han Wei saw Zhao Rongrong's face poking out, and took several steps back one after another, until he knocked down Zhang Zhuan's body, and then stabilized his center of gravity.

"It won't last long! Come on! Han Wei grabbed Zhang Zhuan's wrist, touched the black with his other hand, and ran in one direction.

At this time, the light of the flashlight shone on Zhao Rongrong's face from the bottom up, and the face that was smeared with heavy makeup before was now long gone. The face that broke out of the window glared out of the window, his face was already bloodied by the glass, and the wounds were oozing blood outward, and long red lines were flowing on the skin.

Zhao Rongrong's face was glowing with bloodshot flashlight, and her two bloodshot bulging eyes stared straight in the direction where Han Wei ran away. Still struggling with the latest chapter you can't find? Amway One or search for hot/degree/net/article "Remember to remove "/" or "otherwise you won't be able to search", here is a young lady to help you find books and accompany you to chat