In great fright, Abbot Huineng finally hurriedly pulled the door bolt, he slammed open the door of the house, and then fled with screams repeatedly.

Zhao Jian seemed to want to escape very much, but he tried desperately several times, but he fell into the water because of his weak legs.

"Help...... Help me...... I don't want to die...... I don't want to die......"

Zhao Jian kept crying, but there was no one in the house who could save him.

Master Fitch's footsteps finally stopped, and the water continued to flow down from his body. Looking at his abdomen, it looks like a filled balloon, as if it will burst at any moment.

"Boom...... Boom......"

Master Fitch opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to Chen Musheng, but in the end, he only made a few strange noises.

After that, his body collapsed completely, and he appeared to be dead.

"Fitch Master !!"

At the moment when Master Fitch fell, Chen Musheng cried out full of grief.

As for Zhao Jian, he has completely lost his mobility. Because the Fitch master, who they have always regarded as the last straw, actually died in front of them.

Even those who saved people are already dead, how can they live?

Desperate, Zhao Jian was completely desperate. Because there is no escape at all, the water is completely pervasive, and wherever they flee, they will find it, and then ...... Brutal killing!

"Dead...... I'm going to die......"

"No one survives...... No one ......"

Zhao Jian was like a demonic obstacle, crying uncontrollably, and muttering in despair.

Not only did Zhao Jian feel hopeless, but even Chen Musheng, who was psychologically better than them, also had a sense of the end of the sky falling at this time. I just feel that the whole world has turned gray and white, and there is no hope for anything.

But at this moment, his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of Zhao Jian.

Thinking that Zhao Jian's death was less than an hour, and. Master Fitch had just died tragically in this house. Chen Musheng couldn't help but have the courage to fight again, not for himself, just to help Zhao Jian.

"Zhao Jian!"

Chen Musheng shouted at Zhao Jian, and then he came to Zhao Jian's side in three steps instead of two steps:

"Let's go! Let's get out of here! ”

Pulling up Zhao Jian, who fell to the ground like mud, Chen Musheng didn't care about the fat man and others who were still unconscious, and pulled Zhao Jian out of the house with him.

The outside was much brighter than the inside of the house, and the round moon hung on it, like a white dead man's face!

Chen Musheng only glanced up, and then he was so frightened that he shivered several times in a row, and hurriedly took his gaze back.

"Mu Sheng...... Where are we going......"

Zhao Jian's voice was filled with a thick cry. In fact, he was still crying, but not as many tears as before.

"I don't know, but ...... But the farther away from that room the better. ”

Chen Musheng was also afraid, strictly speaking, he was a little better than Zhao Jian, and he also didn't know where they should go next.

Zhao Jian has completely lost the ability to think now, presumably it is Chen Musheng who told him that they are all hallucinating, and as long as they commit suicide, they can wake up, and he will probably believe it without doubt.

Once a person loses the ability to think. Then you are dead.

Chen Musheng didn't know if what he was doing was right, in short, neither he nor Zhao Jianren had any other choice. Even the temple dared to enter the water, and even Master Fitch dared to kill it, so they would continue to stay here. How could they still live.

Chen Musheng pulled Zhao Jian, and the two kept running towards the outside of the temple one after the other. It's just that he hasn't been running like this for a while, and Chen Musheng feels that his palms are wet, like holding a sponge that is constantly seeping out.

Initially. Chen Musheng didn't guess randomly, after all, cold sweat would definitely ooze from the palms of his hands when he was nervous, not to mention that he and Zhao Jian's bodies were not very good. It's also normal to sweat a little more.

So Chen Musheng didn't ask Zhao Jian anything, but still kept pulling Zhao Jian to run. But as he ran, he felt that Zhao Jian's palms were getting wetter and wetter, and now he had begun to drip water down his fingers.

It was only at this time that Chen Musheng suddenly realized something. He suddenly let go of the hand that had been holding Zhao Jian before, and then subconsciously looked at Zhao Jian behind him.

In the pale moonlight, a slightly puffy face was reflected. Zhao Jian's eyes were a little round, and his body looked wet, as if he had just climbed up from the river.

"Save Me ......"

Zhao Jian opened his mouth and squeezed these two words out of his throat with difficulty.

"Zhao Jian......!"

Hearing Zhao Jian's extremely hoarse voice, Chen Musheng's tears poured out directly uncontrollably. Because he knew that the water had already found Zhao Jian, and it wouldn't be long before Zhao Jian would be like Zhou Lu and Master Fitch, who were strangely drowned alive by the water.

"Save Me ......"

Zhao Jian's body began to tremble, and his two hands began to grasp the surroundings indiscriminately, and the expression on his face was twisted hideously with pain!

Chen Musheng trembled and stared at Zhao Jian who was struggling desperately in front of him, at this time, his heart hurt like a drop of blood, like a knife.

He still remembered that Zhao Jian once told him that he would go home when he graduated from college, because his father died early, and there was an old mother at home. Although he wanted to wander outside and wait until he was mixed up and then go back, he was afraid that his son would not be there because he wanted filial piety.

Every time he talks about this, Zhao Jian always laughs at himself and says that he is unproductive and too homesick. He couldn't stand her mother's coughing on the phone, and every time he heard it, he wanted to go back immediately.

But now...... Zhao Jian never had a chance to go home again, and he never had a chance to take care of his mother again.

Can't do anything...... Can't do anything......

Chen Musheng's fists were clenched tightly, but what he saw was Zhao Jian's face that was becoming more and more painful and hideous.

It is hard to imagine how much pain Zhao Jian is suffering at this time.

After a while, Zhao Jian's abdomen began to bulge at a speed visible to the naked eye, as Master Fitch had done before his death.

Chen Musheng knew that when Zhao Jian's abdomen swelled to a certain extent, he would die in pain. So, it is absolutely impossible to let his belly bulge.

Thinking like this, Chen Musheng didn't know where he got the courage, and he had already rushed towards Chen Musheng desperately. Chen Musheng has now almost become a water man covered in water, and he does not have the slightest ability to resist at all.

Chen Musheng flattened Zhao Jian's body, and then began to squeeze Zhao Jian's abdomen hard. However, the result made him very desperate, because no matter how much he squeezed, he couldn't stop Zhao Jian's abdomen from bulging.

Until, several mouthfuls of blood spurted out of Zhao Jian's mouth, taking away the last trace of his life.

Looking at Zhao Jian again, the two eyeballs were stubbornly bulging, the whole face was almost completely distorted, and there was no rise or fall in the chest.

The pale moonlight added another extremely terrifying corpse. (To be continued......)