The thick darkness churned, the raging wind roared, the fine arc of electricity was like a spirit shuttling and jumping, the school building in this post-apocalyptic scene was dilapidated, from time to time shards of glass and worn curtains were brought into the sky, and the flowers and plants in the central clearing were uprooted one by one, and clods of earth and debris were mixed in them, hitting the walls with a crackling sound.

Feng Chen sat dumbfounded against the wall, there was no look in his eyes, he didn't know what to do now.

First experienced the panic and fear of the first world, then the helplessness and anger of the second world, and finally the despair and unwillingness of the third world, the overlapping blows made the inner defense of this young man who had just finished college almost collapsed, he didn't know if he could get through this level, this is always a world of despair, but he knows very well that he can't get through, there is only one dead word.

Feng Chen held the fruit knife he carried in front of his eyes, and the bright light that flashed outside from time to time barely allowed him to use the knife as a mirror to see his current appearance. With his hair scattered and his dirty, dusty face with a gloomy and terrible expression, he leaned his head against the wall, and the fruit knife slipped from his hand and smashed on the ground with a clanging sound.

He lowered his head, and the breath of dead silence gradually spread, but he didn't notice it outside, as his mood fell, the smart arc outside not only became scarce, but also the brightness was rapidly decreasing, as if something had been sucked away. However, the black mist of evil intent was rolling and surging, gradually approaching the second floor.

Raising his head, Feng Chen moved his stiff shoulders, looked at the scene of the end of the world outside, and fell into deep hesitation, he didn't know what it would be like if he jumped like this, but he could at least live for a few hours, or even a few days now, he thought that people were afraid of death, but the difference was why they died, he was naturally the same, but he really wanted to see the outside world again, and experience the most warm daily life now.

Forget it, it's better to die than to live, maybe I'm really a coward.

With a self-deprecating smile, Feng Chen turned around and left the window, leaning over to pick up the fruit knife on the ground, but saw the scene that made him fall into an ice cave from the fleeting light. Less than ten meters in front of him, a tall figure stood quietly. In another fleeting effort, Feng Chen finally saw everything in front of him clearly, but the chill was even deeper.

The dull flesh-red muscles were exposed, most of the miserable white tendons covered the whole body, but a few were broken, fluttering in the air, dark purple organs were faintly visible in the tattered hollow in the chest, the bones of the limbs were twisted and weird, and the amputated bones were extremely terrifying. Red and yellow blood trickled down from what could barely be called a human being, smashing to the ground, and yellow smoke floated. At the man's skull, the skin had rotted away, revealing the white bones underneath, and the eyes of the nothings were extremely deep, and the jaw moved slowly, making a clicking sound with the bones.

The devil knows why this thing can still move when it's like this?

Feng Chen, who has always had a good family education, couldn't help but burst out with a foul mouth, his calves trembled, and he staggered back. With the alternation of light and darkness in the space, the figure got closer and closer to him, and the shadow reflected on the wall roared silently with teeth and claws, and at the moment when it approached Feng Chen, Feng Chen turned around and ran, and the sharp claws only grabbed a wisp of his clothes. He sensed a greater danger from the shadow than the entity in front of him, so he restrained himself and turned around and ran without hesitation.

The black shadow struggled frantically on the wall, but it was firmly nailed to the man's feet and could not move, and before the man could make any movements, the black shadow turned around on its own and flew towards him, but disappeared the moment it came into contact, and the flesh and blood on the man's body accelerated to decay at this time, and the blood vessels that were no longer tough burst again, and the blood flowed down the traces on the body, the fascia was blurry and viscous, and the white bones poked out of the tattered place. There seemed to be a blood-colored arc flashing in the black hole's eye sockets, and the stiff and motionless body took a step and staggered towards the direction that Feng Chen had fled.

Outside the corridor, the black mist has turned into sticky black mud down the wall, and white gas rises everywhere it flows, and the arc in the air seems to be angry, they are connected end to end, forming a dragon shape, and slamming towards the black mud, the dazzling electric light is flourishing at this moment, and the thunder that comes out of nowhere is pouring out continuously, destroying and passing in the black mud, and large areas of mud splashing down. The surging momentum of the black mud was stopped, and it squirmed back to the third floor, once again crumbling into a drifting black mist. The thunderous dragon also became languishing, and after three laps in the air, it dissipated, and the scattered electric light once again floated in the air, but the spiritual dissipation was terrible to the naked eye. At this moment, a piercing click came out of a wall on the first floor of the teaching building, and a hideous crack appeared on it/

Feng Chen stumbled and ran, snot and tears sliding down his face, flowing all over his face with his swinging movements. He didn't dare to look back at all, for fear that when he turned around, he would see the figure following him, but when the teaching building was built, it was a circular structure, so where could he hide?

Feng Chen made a circle clockwise, he stopped, and in front of him was the place where everything had just happened, and he didn't dare to take another step. He leaned one hand against the corner wall, poked his head out, glanced down the hallway, and saw only a puddle of water stains clear in the flickering silver light outside.

After the gallop just now, he leaned against the wall and gasped violently, like a dilapidated bellows hula, and he was just about to calm down but saw the corpse on the left side that had just moved over! Let's call him a corpse, he seems to be different from the appearance just now, the flesh and blood on the surface seem to be rolling a bubble of flesh that is about to burst, rolling from this side of the body to that side, in the process of moving, one after another is broken, with each meat cannon broken, wisps of black smoke are released, clinging to the ground, condensing but not dispersing, as if something is continuing.

The vassal didn't dare to slack off, he turned around and went straight to the corridor, the black fog on the third floor cut off his idea of going up, he paused and then rushed towards the first floor, but in the dark he felt an extreme grief, like the pain of being abandoned by the closest people, the pain of being disapproved of by everyone, and the pain of being regarded as a rebellion by the whole world! He had just run down the stairs when he kicked the front door of the first classroom in front of him, and in such an emergency situation, humans were able to burst out with unimaginable power, and with just one kick, the door burst open, but this could also be caused by a long period of disrepair. Feng Chen didn't continue to stay after kicking the door open, he repeated the action just now, kicking open door by door but not entering, just like a few rounds, he stopped his movements, panting and holding his legs half-squatting, staring at the corridor with wide eyes, seeing that he didn't see the figure of the corpse for the time being, he let out a sigh of relief.

Xu had vented a lot of panic in his heart by kicking the door just now, and he had calmed down a lot now. He thought of something unusual. The movement of the corpse is not slow, and it is not because it chased him to a position where he was less than ten meters away just now, but if you say that he is fast, it is not reasonable, the first one to look at himself for so long Why did it not attack, but the black shadow on the wall gave him so much psychological pressure.

Could it be that there is still a cat in this? Feng Chen fell into deep thought.