There was silence in the lobby on the first floor of Huatian Hotel, except for the heavy breathing of Han Shao and the others, there was only the occasional rustle of wall ash. At this time, no one was interested in talking, because they were worried about whether Zhou Yulong was still alive.

"Bang!"

Just then, a crisp crash came from a corner of the hall. The sudden noise startled Tang Huang and the others, and then quickly turned their gaze to the place where the sound came from. There, a badly damaged wall clock was shaking slightly on the ground, and it seemed that the sound was made when the guy fell.

"It's over?" Retracting his gaze from the wall clock, Han Shao swallowed softly, and then asked with a sad face, "Could it be that Brother Long... Just went? ”

Faced with Han Shao's question, Tang Huang and the others silently lowered their heads and said nothing. Standing on them, the scene on the first floor of the building was unobstructed. Judging from the situation in the hall, they really couldn't find any trace of Zhou Yulong's existence.

"Bang-bang-bang!"

Just when everyone was silently mourning, another crisp sound came into their ears. When they looked up, it turned out that a painting in the hall had suddenly fallen to the ground. Subsequently, the crunch of the impact became more and more intense, and more and more things fell from the walls, tables, and counters. This strange scene made everyone vigilant.

Could there be something lurking in this room?

Just when everyone was in shock, a change occurred. I saw drops of silver liquid beads rolling out of all corners of the room and various objects, and then slowly began to converge towards the center of the room. In less than half a minute, countless dense silver beads gathered together, and then fused like a stream of water. Soon, a huge silver ball stood upright in the center of the room.

"That's... Brother Long? Looking at this strange scene, Han Shao was so surprised that his mouth couldn't close. The scene in front of him was so similar to what he saw in science fiction movies back then.

"Gollum"

Before Han Shao could recover from the shock, the ball in the center of the room began to change. With a muffled sound like a fluctuating flow of water, the three-meter-high silver giant ball also trembled slightly. Then, in the surprised eyes of everyone, the silver giant ball slowly condensed and transformed. One by one, his hands, feet, and skull were extended.

"Whew!"

With a long breath, the silver liquid sphere finally completed its transformation. A tall, muscular man slowly appeared in the center of the room. Subsequently, the silver liquid floating on the surface of the man's body also condensed again, turning into a set of delicate silver jumpsuits.

"Whoosh!"

As the silver liquid was all condensed, a black shadow suddenly shot out from a corner of the second floor, flew in front of the silver man like lightning, and then folded and stopped in the air, landing on the man's shoulder. It was only at this time that Han Shao and the others could see the appearance of the black figure clearly.

It turned out to be a mutant beast with a jet-black body and a sharp mouth with fangs and sharp mouth!

"Little guy, his skills are good, but his courage is so small." Looking at the little beast on his shoulder, the silver man shook his head slightly, and then scolded with a smile. As his laughter and scolding came out, his silver skin slowly turned a yellowish flesh color.

It was only at this time that Han Shao, Tang Huang and the others confirmed the identity of the man. It turned out that he was Zhou Yulong, who had just fought to the death with N-type zombies.

"Brother Long!"

"Brother Zhou!"

Seeing Zhou Yulong again, everyone's hearts were greatly relaxed. It's hard to find such a powerful helper, they don't want Zhou Yulong to die so easily.

"Well, are you all alright?" Moving his gaze to Tang Huang and the others, Zhou Yulong nodded lightly, and then asked softly.

"It's okay, but Brother Long, is the monster dead?" Han Shao nodded, then walked out of the corner of the stairs and asked with a little worry, "This thing is too weird, but don't let it escape again." ”

"Well, I'll check first, and you guys be on your own." Zhou Yulong nodded, and then walked over to the giant centipede and probed. At this moment, this giant centipede was no longer as fierce and hideous as it had just been, but fell to the ground like a deflated ball. A large amount of purple blood and pus slowly seeped out of the holes all over its body. A violent fishy smell also spread to the entire room along with the purple blood pus.

"Be careful, don't get too close, the gas emitted by this centipede may be poisonous." Smelling this pungent stench, Zhou Yulong squinted his eyes slightly. The smell was so similar to the poisonous gas that a centipede spat out that if he wasn't careful, he was likely to be hit again.

Thinking of the horror of the centipede poisonous mist, Zhou Yulong still felt a little afraid at this time. You must know that his physical fitness and ability to resist poison have completely surpassed the limit of a human being, but even so, he was blinded by the poisonous fog for the first time. And the poisonous fog seemed to be alive, spreading towards his brain. So in order to avoid his brain being corroded by the poisonous mist, he had no choice but to resort to his final killing move.

"No, this centipede is obviously dead, but in the bottom of my heart, why do I still have a faint sense of crisis?" Circling around the centipede corpse, Zhou Yulong's mind slowly became heavy. I don't know why, after killing this centipede, the sense of crisis in his heart has not disappeared. Although the sense of crisis has faded, it has not disappeared after all.

"I don't believe it, you really can't die." After pondering for a moment, Zhou Yulong finally gritted his teeth, squatted down, and then turned the tip of his right finger into five long, sharp blades, and slowly cut towards the back shell of the superstar centipede.

"Zi-zi-zi"

Unlike the usual dissections, the giant centipede's incomparably tough back shell made it take Zhou Yulong a lot of effort to break it. As soon as the carapace was opened, Zhou Yulong was shocked by the scene in the centipede's body.

I saw that the centipede had a long body with a lump of cotton-like flocculents, and next to the flocculent was the blood vessels that circulated blood and the venom glands that kept the venom. However, these blood vessels and venom glands have been punctured by the silver needles incarnated by Zhou Yulong, and it is difficult to repair them. And what surprised Zhou Yulong the most was that in the center of the white flocculent, there was actually a huge eyeball, and around the eyeball, there were rows of dense nerve lines. These nerves connect almost every part of the giant centipede's body. At this moment, that giant eye was staring at Zhou Yulong without blinking, and a trace of fear and regret appeared in his purple pupils.

"Looks like you're the one who's messing with this, isn't it, Mr. Zombie." Looking at the huge eyeball, Zhou Yulong smiled slightly, and then slowly poked out the sharp blades of his fingertips, cutting towards the nerves connected to the giant eye. These nerves are obviously the hub for controlling the giant centipede, and as long as these connections are cut off, the N-type zombie will basically no longer pose any threat to him.

However, at the moment when Zhou Yulong touched the blade to the nerves, a violent sense of crisis suddenly emerged from his heart.