Speaking of which, Zhao Jingshu and Chu Mengqi can rely on team battles.

It's not entirely because of the status of the Enchanter.

The reason is that they are not in the same defense area as Liang Ruoyun, Wang Sangyu and others.

Some of the garrison areas suffered heavy losses in personnel, so they entered guerrilla warfare early.

In some garrison areas, because the number of ghosts appearing is not so large, the casualties are still acceptable, so they are still composed of small teams and fighting with ghosts.

In a residential building.

The elevator is constantly opening and closing, alternating cycles.

The corpse of a child was clipped to the door of the elevator, and the elevator was littered with corpses.

Apparently in the process of descending the elevator, a ghost suddenly appeared, so all the people inside were killed.

The same tragic scene is evident everywhere in this residential building.

In some cases, the doors were simply open, and the inside was full of stumps and flesh, and the floors and tiles were also full of bloodstained marks.

"Jingshu, let's eat something."

In a room on the third floor, Zhao Jingshu and others were resting.

Several men are naked/naked. Dressed up, rummaging through the owner's closet, then tearing the sheets to wrap around their wounds.

Scribbled treatment.

Chu Mengqi saw that Zhao Jingshu was staring at the corpse they placed by the door in a daze, so he couldn't help but call her and handed over a package of smashed instant noodles.

"I can't eat it, you can eat it, Mengqi."

Zhao Jingshu said, and a bundle of blood flowed down her eyebrows.

She casually wiped her sleeve with her coat, then sighed.

"The people here are so miserable."

"I don't know if they're miserable or not, but I think in the current situation, the people who are still alive are the worst.

Because I am not afraid of sinking in hell, I am afraid that I can only resist in hell. ”

A man with a broken step around his waist walked out of the bedroom smoking a cigarette at this time, and said with a sigh.

"You don't talk nonsense!"

Chu Mengqi glanced at the man, but the man smiled indifferently.

Then, he asked Chu Mengqi:

"Is there anything else to eat?"

"There are still some in the kitchen, you can find them yourself."

"It's all about now, can't you be gentle with me? At least I can have a thought before I die. ”

"I don't think your injuries hurt anymore."

"It's not that he doesn't hurt anymore, he's a toad who wants to eat swan meat."

Another man came out of the bedroom, wearing a somewhat fat suit.

"What are you wearing this for? You're going to get married in a while? ”

"You're embarrassed to say that all the clothes you can wear have been worn by you and Cao Bin, and I have no other choice.

You can't pick a skirt to wear. ”

Counting Chu Mengqi and Zhao Jingshu, there were a total of five people in the room.

But 20 minutes earlier, they had been a squad of eight.

Everyone seems optimistic, but in fact, they are very pessimistic in their hearts, and they don't know how long they can live.

Is it an hour, two hours?

I still can't hold on to the next minute.

"Don't talk a few words of nonsense, hurry up and find something to eat, and we'll go to find ghosts after a while."

Zhao Jingshu said in a commanding tone.

"Okay, but it's better to chew dry, I'll see if it's better to boil some water and cook noodles to eat, even if you die in your stomach, there has to be something hot."

"Don't say these discouraged words, no one will die. We all have to live! ”

Zhao Jingshu was a little unhappy.

The man stuck out his tongue and said no more, went into the kitchen with the other two men, and began to get busy.

"I don't know Sister Liang, how are Sang Yu and them?"

Chu Mengqi remembered that several people who were assigned to another arming area.

Zhao Jingshu shook her head, not knowing whether she didn't know, or didn't dare to think about it.

In the kitchen, the pan sits on an induction cooker, and the water inside is bubbling one by one.

The three men were talking to each other about not very funny jokes until someone noticed that the water was boiling.

"Hurry up and put the eggs in the square, I said Lao Wang, do you usually go to eat next door, you can't even cook noodles."

"I usually eat noodles from girls. Ha ha. ”

"You're losing your hair?"

"No, I won't drop it."

"Why is there so much hair in this pot?"

"Hair?"

The three of them looked at the pot, the hair that almost completely covered the bottom of the pot, and while feeling disgusted, they all sensed that something was wrong.

"There are ghosts!"

Lao Wang slapped the pot and flew out.

The pot fell to the ground, and the hot water spilled all over the floor.

The three of them took a closer look, and there was nothing in the pot at all, and at this time, Zhao Jingshu and Chu Mengqi also walked in.

Then, the two men shouted in unison:

"Be careful!"

Before the words fell, a few locks of hair suddenly fell and wrapped directly around Lao Wang's neck, instantly sucking Lao Wang into a dry corpse.

Everything that has to do with this person becomes a freeze frame for this moment.

In an office building, it was tightly wrapped in darkness.

Several men and women hid under the workstations, covering their mouths tightly, their whole bodies trembling with fear.

A vague shadow, looming over the window, gradually formed a human figure.

Then the shadow vanished again.

"Are you gone?"

A few people thought in fear in their hearts.

But soon, a piercing scream broke the dead silence.

In the next moment, their heads were like marbles falling from a height, beating on the ground.

The killing of ghosts has become more and more frequent with the passage of time.

All the space has become a hell under their clutches.

The resistance of human beings, also under the wrapping of this death, appears to be getting weaker and weaker.

And as reality has become an absolute dead city, ghosts have also begun to concentrate from dispersion, which has also made the scope of human activities more seriously compressed.

In the arming area where the three powerhouses of the underworld are located.

Mountains of corpses formed by ghosts have been formed.

Each mountain of corpses looks like an altar for those who have been buried.

Xia Alcohol was lying on the ground, one hand still struggling to grasp something, and in his sight were people who had turned into blood mist and disappeared in front of him.

His heart was bleeding, his whole body was being hollowed out, and he tried to stop everyone, but he couldn't even stand up.

Tears streamed down the corners of his wrinkled eyes, and he screamed in pain as he watched the swarming ghosts envelop him.

"Tianqi! Gotta make the damn thing pay! ”

Xia Alcohol couldn't stop crying, and his voice was sharp as if he wanted to pass through layers of space and convey it to Xia Qi's ears.

After the sound, Xia Yan's body shattered, causing many ghost emperors who wanted to get close to him to bury him.

Many strong people have fallen, and countless ordinary people have become the rations of ghosts.

From the beginning of the full-scale invasion of the army of ghosts, to the breaking of the space blockade, the arming area is ineffective.

Less than 3 days have passed.

And in the original second arming area, a space that has long been turned into chaos.

Xia Qi and the monster with the double lion's head have also been fighting hard for two days and two nights.

The body was blasted to pieces again, and it was eaten away again, and Xia Qi continued his unwilling persistence in a trance of despair.

In the distance, the monster's figure became clearer.