Chapter Twenty-Seven: Hugging the Thighs
"Dr. Huang, what should we do next?" Wei Shuai touched his nose as he looked around cautiously. Wei Shuai felt that the closed rooms around him seemed to rush out of a night demon at any moment.
"What's next?" Huang Hunting spread out his hand and said to Wei Shuai: "Next, we just need to wait." ”
"Aren't you going to finish the side quest?" Wei Shuai was stunned for a moment, and said okay, go upstairs? Why stay here.
Huang Huen smiled mysteriously and said, "Now is not the time. ”
"Especially you, Shan Mingjun! Be obedient. ”
Huang Shuen's elder-like tone didn't know if it was intentional or not, his words immediately made Shan Mingjun's eyes red, and his hands trembled.
Hearing this, Wei Shuai immediately raised his head, and he felt very bad. In the day and a half that he spent with Shan Mingjun, Wei Shuai knew very well where the rebellious young man's scales were.
As long as he touches this guy's G-spot, he will become a white-eyed wolf in the blink of an eye, and he can forget all the favors he has received before.
"Even if it's you, Doctor Huang, don't even think about ordering me!" Shan Mingjun shouted. "In this trial space, no one can command me!"
With Shan Mingjun's shout, the night demons in the surrounding room seemed to wake up, and various low roars echoed one after another between the three survivors. Fortunately, there was still a glimmer of light in the hallway, and even if the deep dormancy of these night demons was broken, they would not rush out.
"Tell me, why are you waiting here!" Shan Mingjun asked.
Shan Mingjun held a pistol in his hand, and he said menacingly.
No one trusts, smart and rebellious, you tell me to go west, I go to the east. This is the characteristic of Shan Mingjun.
This kind of person can be summed up in one word, that is, underpumping.
Shan Mingjun's eyes became more and more strange when he looked at Huang Wenen, and he had a feeling that Huang Qiuen was planning to kill him. And the pistol that Huang Shuen gave him before seemed to be premeditated in Shan Mingjun's eyes.
"I'm good for you......" Huang Zhuen said in a panic, and this sentence undoubtedly added fuel to the fire of the nervous Shan Mingjun.
Huang Huen's seemingly gentle elder-like command immediately made his emotions suddenly erupt like an erupting volcano.
"You guy, are you trying to harm me?" Shan Mingjun shouted.
"How could I harm you? Don't think wrong. Huang explained.
"If you don't go upstairs, then I'll go upstairs! This side quest is mine! None of you want to be rewarded! ”
He opened his legs and was about to go upstairs. But just after taking a step, Shan Mingjun regretted it in his heart. If he wants to go upstairs alone, he is really a little scared. But the words have already been spoken, Shan Mingjun is a good boy who is true to his word, how can he pull down his face and retreat?
At this moment, Wei Shuai stepped out.
"Wait!" Wei Shuai hurriedly grabbed Shan Mingjun, after all, after getting along for so long, he didn't want Shan Mingjun to die in vain: "Are you crazy?" Aren't you scared at all? ”
In the eyes of outsiders, Wei Shuai's approach is very correct. But in fact, Wei Shuai's behavior had the opposite effect.
Unexpectedly, Shan Mingjun ran faster, and he shouted angrily at Wei Shuai: "I-I'll be scared?" ”
"Do you really want to die?!" Wei Shuai roared in a low voice.
Shan Mingjun lifted his T-shirt and shouted:
"What right do you have to order me! Lao Tzu has a green dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, and an old cow on his waist. Lao Tzu is not afraid of heaven and earth, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha! ”
The green dragon in Shan Mingjun's left hand looks like a loach, the white tiger on his right arm looks like a cute cat with fried hair, and the old cow is even more funny, actually pouting a hoof like a dog to pee.
Sure enough, it's the aesthetic style of killing Matt, and you can't learn it.
Shan Mingjun's body is covered in tattoos. Wei Shuai saw that there was a ghost-like sign on Shan Mingjun's back. Underneath the ghost fire is a tattoo of a speeding motorcycle tire.
Every survivor has died once in this life. Whether he's crushed into a pulp by a truck, thrown into a hot pan and fried, or put his whole body in a meat grinder to turn into sausages, the deceased will come back to life as long as they're chosen by the orb of trial light to be a survivor.
Every survivor must have died once in reality, and only those who have died once are likely to be chosen to be survivors.
"It turned out to be a ghost fire boy...... Wei Shuai saw the vaguely visible ghost fire tire logo behind Shan Mingjun. Wei Shuai immediately guessed the reason why Shan Mingjun became a survivor.
"Come back soon! Don't do anything stupid! Wei Shuai whispered to Shan Mingjun in the distance. With every shout, Shan Mingjun ran faster.
Seeing Shan Mingjun walking away, Wei Shuai immediately patted the dust on his suit, he seemed to have changed as a different person, and he even wanted to laugh in his heart. In fact, he wished that Shan Mingjun would die sooner.
Just kidding, he is not as simple as Shan Mingjun.
Seeing Shan Mingjun walking away, the corners of Wei Shuai's mouth curved slightly. With the help of Huang Huen's unintentional words, he squeezed out the unstable factor of Shan Mingjun without leaving a trace.
But did Dr. Huang really say this unintentionally?
Wei Shuai looked at Huang Shuen, this Doctor Huang had only been in contact with Shan Mingjun for more than ten minutes, unless he was a psychological genius, it was absolutely impossible to control Shan Mingjun's psychology.
I guess it's my own delusion. Wei Shuai confidently touched the head of the suit, and his short black and bright hair was very chic.
"Alas, what did I say to offend this child?" Huang Houen sighed. "But forget it."
Huang Zhuen shrugged his shoulders and put on the posture of an elder: "Alas, young people, they should go out more, only when they taste failure and see the market, they will learn a lesson and grow up." ”
Huang Hunt's eyebrows curled slightly, and he lifted his mask, as if smiling. Wei Shuai nodded, expressing his agreement with Huang Huen's words.
That's right, I'm doing this for your own good! Shan Mingjun.
Huang Wenen's words immediately swept away Wei Shuai's psychological pressure.
However, Wei Shuai did not think of the ruthless meaning of Huang Huen's words.
Lessons learned? In the trial space, a single failure can often kill the survivor. If Shan Mingjun really suffers, I'm afraid he won't have that longevity memory......
Wei Shuai asked, "Doctor Huang, when are we leaving?" If only he had really taken the lead. ”
"Relax, side quest rewards aren't that good." Huang Quien seemed very confident, he took out a box of small brand chewing gum from the pocket of his white coat, and gave Wei Shuai one: "Pass the time with chewing gum and wait slowly." ”
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On the other side, Zhou Yan took Ergou to the second floor on the right side of the hospital.
As soon as he walked into the second floor, Ergou smelled a dog-luring smell that made him crazy. This smell rushed directly to Ergou's head, and suddenly made Ergou's previous psychological defense line collapse, and made Ergou's rationality evaporate.
"Wang!"
Ahh I can't help it! The second dog's eyes were red, and it easily broke free from the leash.
The light was extremely dim, the chandelier on the roof was completely broken, and the few windows in the hallway were blocked by the night demon with glowing mushroom-covered skeletons, tables and chairs, and only a small stream of light shining into the hallway.
Zhou Yan held BK-47 in his left hand and a flashlight found in the room in his right hand, and cautiously pushed forward.
The light of the flashlight is still quite bright, and the light can't scare off the night demon, but it can give Zhou Yan a bright vision.
"Dog, be careful."
Zhou Yan lifted the dog leash and found that the rope was empty.
"Dog...... What about dogs? ”
He looked back at a pitch-black cubicle next to him. The light of the flashlight shone inside, and Zhou Yan was almost suffocated with fright.
The second dog was hugging a glowing thigh in the room, licking frantically.
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That's not the point, the point is, the thigh grows on the body of a night demon.