Chapter 20: Crossing the River in the Dead Boat (I)

"You don't remember what just happened?" Chu Ci looked at the nurse doctor who was beaten by Ni Hou on the ground, he was really ruthless. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 However, as soon as his thoughts turned, he felt that something was wrong: "No, it shouldn't be that you don't remember." ”

The last memory of myself just now was jumping from the eleventh floor, and in the process of falling, it was as if I fell asleep and entered another dream. But now he wasn't smashed to pieces, not to mention, and the 0812 shouted from the mouth of the man who was killed by the monster in the dream, which didn't look like Ni Hou's problem, but more like ...... Turning back in time?

Ni Hou was confused by Chu Ci's thoughtful appearance, and scratched his head: "I think you are not quite right today, it's too weird." After speaking, he waved his hand, as if to clarify something: "Of course, I'm not saying that you don't usually blame, but today is especially weird." Chu Ci snorted, is your last sentence redundant, okay?

"Smack!" The doors of the hall and hallway were closed, and suddenly there was a sound of slapping. The voice was very urgent and loud, and as soon as Chu Ci and Ni Hou turned around, they saw a pair of hands against the glass door and kept slapping. With a huge force, there didn't seem to be a trace of fear that the glass door would be smashed, and Ni Hou shouted: "Stop shooting, it's coming!" ”

"Wait." Chu Ci grabbed Ni Hou's arm when he wanted to leave to open the door, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Wait a minute." With Chu Ci's voice, the force of the slap outside the door was even greater, Ni Hou: "What's wrong?" The owner of the hand that struck the glass door seemed to feel that his action was still too weak, and he jumped up and pressed his face with blood-red eyes against the glass door.

Because of the hard grip, the whole face is distorted and deformed, forming a terrifying appearance. Not only that, but there were more palms pouring up behind them to form a crowd, and it seemed that the glass door would not last long.

"I'm going, I'm coming again?" Ni Hou was startled, and then immediately jumped to his feet and scolded, this is not scientific. He ran forward, struggling to block the row of iron chairs to the door and block the glass door, and the terrifying sound of zombies besieging the city behind the door made people shudder.

"Chu Ci, do you know what's going on...... He asked, but when he turned around, there was still a second person in the whole hall.

Chu Ci watched Ni Hou move the iron chair to block the door, and really felt that he was worthy of learning martial arts, and that strength was really not covered, of course, it would be good if only half of the strength of his Shuangshang was strong. And even if he is just an ordinary person's strength, he can't compare to Ni Hou, how can a seven-foot man watch from the sidelines, so he is planning to help. But as he looked around for something useful, his gaze swept across the darkness behind him.

The second time I saw the black and white Peking Opera face, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

When he came back to his senses, he was blown to his face by a cold wind, and he came to the dark hospital filled with red mist.

"Ni Hou?" Chu Ci shouted tentatively, but he didn't get the slightest response.

He rubbed his eyes with his hands and looked around. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see a glimmer of light, and he was indeed in a long corridor. This corridor was exactly the same as the one he and Ni Hou had walked through at that time, with a few shadows standing in the dark. The shadow had a slender body, standing tall on the ground, and seemed to be silently looking at Chu Ci.

Chu Ci slowly took a step back, and the shadow did not move.

He immediately took the opportunity to attack, took a lighter from his pocket and threw it at the shadow. In the light of a small flame in an instant, Chu Ci saw that the slender shadow showed its true face—four evenly distributed infusion shelves.

"Huh." It's me who is too grassy and woody, Chu Ci breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

He stepped forward and touched the infusion racks. When he touched the infusion stand, he suddenly furrowed his eyebrows deeply, as if he sensed something. To confirm his conjecture, he stroked the second infusion stand again, frowning a little deeper with each touch.

It won't be what he thinks.

Chu Ci hadn't continued to think deeply, but the flame seemed to have changed again. Like a spark thrown into a pile of explosives, causing some chain reaction, the jumping fire reflected on the glass window behind it, from a little star to a prairie fire!

He hurriedly took off his coat to cover the devouring tongue of fire, and when he got close to the fire, his chest inexplicably burned with it!

Qin Zimo had already completed the task and returned to the headquarters, when he suddenly felt the burning of the righteous qi talisman connected to his heart, and his eyes flashed slightly. He stood up suddenly, his face still paralyzed, but the atmosphere around him rippled like a calm lake being thrown into a stone.

The man dressed like a rock star next to him stretched out his finger with a punk-style skull ring and looked surprised: "No. 2, you have also learned to play Laipi?" The other was the woman who still looked charming, and she rolled her eyes at the rock man. Then he looked at Qin Zimo with a worried face, and his peach-colored lips opened slightly: "What's wrong?" ”

Qin Zimo just shook his head, and then silently strode towards the exit. Leaving the other two looking at each other, suddenly the rock man hurriedly chased out the door: "Hey, don't be in a hurry to go, the white stripe on your face hasn't been removed yet?" He leaned against the doorframe and leaned out halfway. Chu Ci's back footsteps as he walked forward stopped, and he slowly turned around and looked back at the man with an expressionless face from afar.

Kou Zi was cold at Qin Zimo's cold eyes, and his mother scared his father to death. Then he stretched out his right hand, subconsciously grabbed his scalp and smiled, and said incoherently: "That...... If you don't take it off, it's pretty stylish, haha. Qin Zimo blinked, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and one finger twisted the white note floating in front of his forehead. Pretty...... Is it?

"He just went out?" Kou Zi looked incredulous and muttered quietly. The woman held her forehead with her slender fingers, and she was not angry and didn't want to deal with this man who was as bold as a cat: "It's not that you fool other honest children, when he reacts and you bluff him, you just wash your neck and wait!" ”

Qin Zimo went out and felt the residual smell of the righteous qi talisman more and more, he looked left and right, and quickly determined the direction. But seeing him stay where he was, muttering some meaningless characters in his mouth, the ten fingers of his hands flew and pinched out a few patterns. He then took out a small copper knife from his backpack, cut the muscles in the knee area, and took out a white thumb-sized object from it. The knife fell from the hand, and there was not a drop of blood during the period, which was surprising.

He took it out and took it one step at a time. But the body is like a TV image with signal interference, twisted and vanished!