So a funnier scene appeared.

The female ghost floated back to the middle of the ruins contentedly, wandered around, and had just begun to hum again, when it was interrupted by a sound from the other side.

Turning his body slowly, the strips of white cloth and waist-length hair on his body floated around without wind.

Immediately, the female ghost floated towards Hu Feng's location, and finally stopped at a distance of less than a few meters.

Don't say this crazy wants to be ...

"Heheheha... ”

The female ghost did not live up to Hu Feng's expectations, the old routine and old formula, and the ruins in front of her also rose into the air violently, exposing herself.

"Uncle Cao!" Hu Feng roared violently, his right hand turned into a sharp claw, and a pillar of evil energy was shot out violently, the energy was so rich that the female ghosts who could not be attacked were stunned for a few seconds.

Hu Feng seized the opportunity and immediately locked onto the roof of a ruined building opposite and teleported over.

At the moment of disappearance, he looked at the female ghost and found that his attack was indeed ineffective, as if it hit the air, and then quickly dissipated.

The female ghost had no target, and drifted around in a somewhat dazed circle, and finally floated back to the center of the ruins, and the original floating rubble fell back to the ground.

On the other side of the building, Hu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the female ghost was unwilling to leave her private area.

Who is she? What kind of hell is this?

Looking at the ruined city in front of him, white lightning flashed in the gray sky from time to time with muffled thunder.

Lao Tzu is the protagonist of the city. . . Ahh

This ruined city is the coastal metropolis where I am located, and my own building and the surrounding streets are extremely familiar to my eyes.

But that's not the point, it's about how you get out of this shitty place.

Lao Tzu, it doesn't matter what parallel world or the end of the world you are, you don't have half a dime interest anyway!

What is it to pull up a team of survivors in the last days, establish a base, accept mothers and daughters, collect celebrities, collect police flowers, or whatever, whoever likes to do it! Lao Tzu just wants to go home!

But you can't go back on your own, the only hope ... Hu Feng is estimated to be in his private area.

Before I was pulled over, I sensed a strange palpitation, and at the same time... Snowflakes?

Snowflakes, brave the end of the world... Ahh

Having made a decision, Hu Feng glanced at the lifeless and ruined world around him before acting.

It had absolutely nothing to do with the illusion of the female ghost, it was a real world, and I felt extremely familiar, but extremely strange.

Forget it, anyway, if the plan is successful, it doesn't have anything to do with how it is here.

The flames of evil energy flashed, and Hu Feng teleported back to his private floor again.

The song of the female ghost came into my ears again, extremely comfortable and relaxed.

Quietly hiding behind a ruin and listening for a long time, Hu Feng tried to get rid of it, although it did not bring any negative effects to himself, but the humming sound did addict him.

Walking back into the rusty elevator, he gathered a moment of energy and violently blasted the rubble in front of him into dust, and there was no more cover or obstacle between himself and the female ghost.

The female ghost was suspended in mid-air, slowly turning around, and her eyes, hidden behind her long black hair, seemed to be staring at Hu Feng to observe.

Doomsday Songner.

A name appeared in Hu Feng's mind.

The unique, the only one, simply can't explain how the Doomsday Singer was born.

She is not of any life, nor is she like any ghostly spirit, unique but as if it didn't exist.

She has no past life and no future, but she was born.

The female ghost stared at Hu Feng for a long time, and the softly humming song still did not stop, and Hu Feng slowly lowered his vigilance.

No way... This song makes his mood calm and peaceful, as if humming the beauty of the world, in this hopeless last days.

A moment later ...

"Ahhhhh!!h

The female ghost abruptly stopped singing, and once again let out that ethereal but soul-reaching laughter, and rushed towards Hu Feng at a teleportation-like speed.

Hu Feng tried his best to keep himself calm, as long as he found any thought that wanted to suck himself dry, he would immediately teleport and escape...

But the female ghost didn't do this, she pounced on her, like a girl who pounced on her lover, and made contact with Hu Feng in a hugging posture.

In front of him, the whole snowflakes flashed, and the next moment Hu Feng found himself back in the brand-new, luxurious gilded elevator.

Bite!

When the top floor arrived, it seemed that everything just now was a short-lived illusion.

Hu Feng was stunned for a long time, shook his head violently, and walked out of the elevator.

Looking at the quiet private floor in front of you, everything is so brand new, and the neon lights outside the window are colorful and prosperous.

Real? Unreal?

I can't tell the difference.

"Ahh La-la... La-la... It's ... ”

In an instant, a burst of cold air skewed from the soles of Hu Feng's feet to the top of his head.

The song is still there! The female ghost is still there!

There was a sound of zila, and the female ghost Yingli appeared in front of her, her bloody eyes seemed to reveal an anxious look.

"What's wrong?" Hu Feng hurriedly asked.

Yingli didn't answer, but gestured downstairs, where the Wraith Corridor was located.

Hu Feng nodded, and immediately rushed down the stairs next door.

Really... What could make the ghosts so anxious and helpless was now wandering back and forth in this incredibly dim, flickering hallway with only emergency lights.

The Doomsday Singer followed.

The invincible female ghost immediately spotted Hu Feng, but this time she didn't make any moves, as if she had no interest in Hu Feng anymore, humming a song to herself, floating down the long corridor, the white cloth strips and long black hair behind her dancing irregularly.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Walking beside the female ghost, Hu Feng tried to communicate with her.

"Ahh La-la... Hearing this, the female ghost glanced at Hu Feng, ignored it, and continued to hum the song and float forward.

It seems that he can hear and understand, but he is too lazy to take care of himself.

This female ghost can't be a psychotic autism, right? Why do ghosts have such a stinky problem?

As if sensing Hu Feng's thoughts, the female ghost temporarily stopped her humming career and lowered her head to stare at Hu Feng.

Hu Feng was stared at a little uncomfortable, "Don't say you can still read minds? ”

However, there was still no communication, and the female ghost seemed to have completely lost interest in Hu Feng.

"Ahh La-la-la... La-la... ”

Soon the song began again, and the Doomsday Songer continued to wander back and forth through the long corridor as if he were patrolling his own territory.

After the ball, don't think about opening the door for people in the room on this floor in the future.

Other ghosts are either invisible or disguised as living people.

It's good that this doomsday singer always maintains his current mad appearance, and he doesn't hide his body.

"Remember to pay the rent for the one floor you have exclusively!"

"La-la... It's ... La-la... ”

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