After a few tosses, the few people who wanted to challenge the myth were all killed, which was a deserved defeat. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hua Yanyu didn't even look at the corpse, and didn't worry about someone pretending to be dead at all, and walked to the door of the control room of the glass cabinet and knocked on the door.

Those who were lying on their stomachs with their heads in their arms saw that they ignored them, and quickly stood up and slammed the door.

The door didn't crash open, and there was a huge "trickling" noise, so that the painting Yan, who had knocked on the door for a long time but had not received a response, thought that the sound of his knock was covered by the sound of hitting the door, so he raised the gun in his hand and fired a few shots at random behind him, saying in a tone without any emotion: "Be quiet."

Under the threat of guns, the exhibition hall fell silent again, and only the sound of the painting could be heard knocking on the door.

Although there are a few guns scattered on the floor of the exhibition hall, who dares to pick them up? The professional ones have been killed, and the amateurs can do nothing but send them to death.

Bang bang bang......

"They're dead, you can come out......" Painter Yan knocked on the door relentlessly, waiting for someone to open the door.

The people inside smiled bitterly when they heard it: Hehe, come out? Only fools will go out.

From the surveillance camera in the hall, they saw a series of processes of painting Yan Yan's murder, obviously a super monster who kills people without blinking, and wants others to open the door, I really don't know what is in my head.

Three minutes later, Hua Yanyan gradually realized that it was not that he knocked on the door quietly, but that the other party was unwilling to open the door at all.

"A minute." Hua Yanyu paused, walked to the window, opened the window and continued: "Give you a minute to open the door, otherwise I will blow up the Tower Museum directly from the first floor."

The crowd was boisterous again.

"What, he said he was going to blow up the entire Tower Museum, it's over, it's dead......"

"No matter how strong this hall is, falling from a height of 100 meters is ...... death"

"Woo woo, I don't want to die yet......"

"Did the people inside hear me, open the door quickly......"

The painting counted down indifferently: "......, 43, 42, 41, 40, 39,......"

In the control room, there was also a panic at the moment.

"What should I do now, you guys have to think of a way, he said he was going to blow up the building, it didn't look like he was joking."

"Is he crazy, if all the people in the hall are dead, he can still leave W City unharmed?"

"Let's open the door, if they die, we don't want to live peacefully."

"No, you can't open the door, didn't you hear him just now, he wants the key, if the key is snatched, we won't be enough to pay if we sell it."

"So what to do? You're thinking of a countermeasure. ”

“20，19，18，17，16，……”

The countdown was getting closer and closer to zero, and they couldn't think of a way to start complaining.

"Damn, how did those rice buckets outside the exhibition hall check, and let the suspicious characters bring in seven guns, and they must be scolded severely when they turn around."

"You can't blame them all, you can only enter the exhibition hall with the exhibition stickers we sent out, and they can come in, they must have the exhibition stickers in their hands."

"I don't remember giving the exhibition iron to such a group of people."

"It must be that those people are casually transferred to others, it's too much, and we must definitely re-plan the distribution of exhibition stickers in the future."

“6，5，4，3，……”

Finished! At this time, this thought flashed through everyone's hearts.

Just as the painting was about to count down to 2, a voice suddenly sounded.

"It's almost enough, I'm going to borrow this building until midnight, I won't care about it, but when it comes to bombing the building, I won't allow you to make any more trouble."

The painter was stunned for a moment, and looked at the neck that walked out of the crowd step by step, and removed the neck protector as he walked.

Hua Yanyu looked at his neck for three seconds, then turned his head to look at the control room, and said in a slightly cold tone: "It's time to ......."

"I've said it's almost enough, don't ignore me too much."

When he said this, his neck and eyes had already come to the eyes of the painter.

His pupils dilated, and he looked down at his chest.

Tick...... Tick......

Blood, drop by drop, fell down the palm of the neck.

Neck Eye showed a bloodthirsty smile, licked his lips, and said: "My eyes have seen you, now we are waiting, no, I have the strength to surpass you, I know each other and leave the Tower Museum quickly, otherwise next time it will not be a deviation from the heart."

Hua Yanyu didn't speak, and lowered his head in great confusion and pondered, could someone still be alive after being pierced in the heart?

The neck eye pulled out the three sharp cones that were drawn on the chest that were drawn at the moment just now, and asked with a smile: "Are you curious why I was pierced through the heart but didn't die." I can tell you the answer, and the answer is...... The Undead. ”

The neck eye was not deliberately missed, but it was guarding against the fourth pointed cone that Hua Yanqi was ready to launch at any time just now, so the final result was that he missed the heart, and he was also hit by the heart by Hua Yanqi.

Seeing that the state of the painting was lax, it was a good opportunity for a sneak attack, and the neck immediately launched a second attack, hitting the throat of the painting Yanyan.

Airplanes!

A whistling sound drew from his ears, and then the painting in front of him disappeared, and his neck and eyes hurriedly became vigilant, and his body twisted and disappeared in place.

Then, everyone could only see two figures scurrying around, and from time to time there was the sound of "poof" flesh being pierced and the sound of "click" bones being broken.

A few minutes later, the battle was heating up and the two men were on their feet. It is immediately clear who is strong and who is weak.

There are a few more scars on Hua Yan's body, some collapses under the left ribs, and there are three or four more blood holes on his back that are not deep or shallow and do not hurt the vital points, and the whole person's breath is much weaker than before.

Looking at the neck again, the injury is relatively serious, and it can even be described as shocking. The bones of the left arm and hand have been amputated, and they are hanging from the shoulder by a layer of flesh, the calf of the right foot is sunken, the broken bone is pierced out of the flesh, the right eye has completely turned into a bloody eye, and the chest has not only been inserted into the number of sharp cones......

These injuries are usually only visible on the body of a dead person. Now that he sees it in a living person, it can be regarded as a vision of growth.

Hua Yanwei frowned, he could feel that even if his neck and eye were so badly injured, his life and fighting aura not only did not weaken, but increased.

Is it really as he said...... Is it an undead body?

Under the high fighting spirit of the neck, some of them are retreating, and the strength and difficulty of painting Yan Yan are far beyond his imagination, before this, he would not think about anything that ordinary people would be better than himself, but now...... (To be continued.) )