The second master roared angrily: "So many people have died under that key, haven't you awakened yet?

Every time one of us makes a mistake, that damn pig's head comes with that key and comes and takes the wrongdoer away and takes it to the damn basement.

Then, there will be the sound of that damn door being opened that we haven't seen before.

And then there was a terrible scream. This cry of misfortune scares you only to obey your orders, and you dare not resist. But is that really that terrible? It's just a death. Who in this world can not die, but it is just a matter of dying early and dying late.

Today's great opportunity, as long as we all work together, we will definitely be able to defeat that group of stinky overseers, including the dead pig's head, the overseer. But some of you didn't do it, and some of you did, but when they heard the sound of the key, they stopped. You people deserve nothing but death.

I'm going to die today, but I can't die in vain, I'm going to fight them. With that, the second uncle jumped out of bed, pulled out his feet and walked out.

But he was clearly exhausted. The passionate speech just now had exhausted his physical strength, leaving him sweating all over his face, and his whole body was flushed with the red color of a high fever. The second uncle staggered a few steps and fell to the ground with a thud.

Several patients rushed over and lifted him up to the bed. A worker tried the second uncle's snort and exclaimed, "He's out of breath." Several workers around the second uncle hurriedly checked the pulse, pressed the chest, and rescued with artificial respiration for a while. But in the end, the second uncle left, with his bold words and unwillingness. Only a few patients were left sighing, a few patients were silent, and a few patients cursed non-stop.

Finally, a patient suddenly stood up and said angrily: "Pick up the weapon and fight with them." With that, he looked around, walked to a bed, flipped it over, and grabbed the legs of the bed and shook and swayed, pulled and pouted. The wooden bed has a few arms thick and slender, and the long and short bed retreats can not withstand his tossing. In a few clicks, he straightened one of the legs of the bed. Looking at the people who were staring at him dumbfounded, he shouted, "What are you waiting for?" Everyone responded positively to the call, and overturned the bed one after another, straightened the legs, and copied them in their hands.

Tianxing took a step and was about to hold the whole leg of the bed himself, but his friend reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "This may be the most meaningful day of their lives." Don't let their hearts be disturbed by the rise of their hearts. Some things have to be done by them, they have to do it themselves. Tianxing suddenly realized, hurriedly retracted his feet, and waited to see how things developed.

Seeing that everyone was fully equipped, the leader waved his legs and shouted passionately, "Go." The crowd rushed towards the stairs. Before reaching the staircase, everyone saw that the four overseers had walked up the stairs to the third floor.

It turned out that everyone was tossing just now, and the sound was too loud, which alarmed the group of overseers. In line with the idea of destroying social stability and unity, the four overseers shook their heads and walked to the third floor with weak steps.

Seeing that everyone was holding the bed legs, their faces were full of anger, as if they were going to fight hard, and the four overseers hurriedly turned around and ran downstairs. He shouted, "Don't you all want to live?"

The workers couldn't help but say, got up on the bed legs, and smashed him indiscriminately. The Overseer's physical fitness was not as indestructible as his elm head, and he was powerless to fight back, and was knocked to the ground in a few blows. Everyone stepped on the overseer's body, which they didn't know if it had turned into a corpse, and quickly chased down the stairs after the overseers who had run away earlier.

Because a stupid hat companion stood in front of everyone with great dedication, buying an extremely precious ten seconds for the escape of the three overseers, so the three overseers were able to escape with their whole body. One of the overseers picked up the whistle around his neck and put it in his mouth, blowing it as he ran.

The three overseers quickly escaped from the insurrectionary building of the psychiatric hospital. When they came out of the building, they saw that some of the overseers had gathered in the open space in front of the building. One of the escaped trio shouted, "Sick riot, go to the arsenal." ”

As soon as the words fell, a bed leg slammed into the speaker's head with a whirring wind. The speaker didn't even have time to shout, he plopped, fell to the ground, and passed out.

The official leader who threw the bed legs. I saw him run to the side of the fallen one, pick up the bed legs, and follow the emotional crowd, rushed to the other overseers who were caught off guard and rushed to investigate the situation.

The overseers really deserved to be the dragon and phoenix among the people, turned around, and ran in the direction of the basement. There was only one, who was a little sluggish in his reaction, and was caught up by the crowd. After a while, one of the overseers fell on the land that I don't know if he loved or not.

The crowd chased to the basement door and stopped.

The basement was the place where they were afraid, and the angry crowd couldn't help but stop. Its black hole tunnels are even more unpredictable than during the day. Several of the overseers who had escaped had also lost their tracks, as if they had been swallowed up by the basement.

In front of the silent faces of the basement, several weak-willed mentally ill people trembled. One of them said in a trembling voice, "We just want to get out of here, not go inside." ”

The leader pushed aside the crowd in front of him and took a few steps to the front of the line. "Shut up, do you know how to escape? It's just that you're going to encounter some difficulties, but you're just going to have to face this damn basement that has swallowed the lives of countless of our predecessors. Are you just hot-headed to riot?......"

Before the leader finished speaking, he felt a sudden light in front of him, and several strong pillars of light shone on the team.

When the four fastest stair-climbers in the overseer heard the words of the patient's riot, they quickly dived to the lighthouse located at the four corners of the psychiatric hospital under the cover of night, climbed the lighthouse, pointed the searchlight head at the team that stayed in front of the basement, and then pressed the lighthouse switch almost at the same time.

The team was blinded by the bright light, unable to adapt, and immediately panicked.

At this time, several black shadows also quickly jumped out of the basement, and they rushed into the crowd with sticks in both hands. Ahhhhh At the same time, a large man with several black shadows also quickly rushed into the crowd from the rear of the psychotic team. The two forces soon converged at the center of the riot ranks.

By the light of the lighthouse, the crowd recognized the appearance of the rushers: the dead pig's head and his men.

With the dead pig's head as the center, the overseers launched a swift and powerful counterattack. I saw this dead pig's head one by one, and its fierce momentum made all the patients feel cold.

The team, which was already cohesive, completely collapsed.

The leader roared, "Go to the kitchen." He rushed to the kitchen in desperation. The workers heard the shouts, and in the panic, they had a goal, and most of them retreated to the kitchen desperately.

There were only a few patients who were surrounded by the overseers and couldn't escape, as well as the patients who were red-eyed from the fight and lost their minds, and they were fighting with the overseers for their lives. But these patients were solved by a few clicks of the dead pig's head.

The dead pig's head left a few overseers to clean up the battlefield, and chased the retreating psycho with the remaining dozen or so people.

The rioters quickly ran to the kitchen and rushed in.

When the leader entered the kitchen, he took a lock and stood guard at the door. When the last member of the retreating group entered the kitchen, he slammed the door shut, and locked it with the lock in his hand.

This encounter cost the team more than a dozen fighters. The fighting spirit, which had been high due to a moment of anger, was completely overwhelmed by the double blow of the basement and the encounter. People are panicking, a few people are discussing whether to surrender, and going back to the old days, a few people are discussing whether to rush out and rescue those few who have left the team, but more people are just nagging useless nonsense that should not be impulsive, should not resist, should not seek death, and will definitely fail, and will only hit people's hearts.

The leader pressed his body against the door (a lock could not have done much), and endured rounds of onslaught and scolding outside the door.

The dead pig's head saw the rioters rush into the kitchen and lock the door, knowing that he would not be able to storm the stronghold for a while. The kitchen was too small to pull the team through the door to fight. It is likely that one by one will enter, but this will only lead to the doom of one entering and destroying the other. And he couldn't rush in and open up the situation, because there was a weapon in the kitchen that was much more powerful than the legs of the bed - kitchen knives. The bed leg hit his body basically didn't feel anything, but if the kitchen knife hit his body a few times, I am afraid that he will have to go to the hospital to rest for a few months, and even burp directly.

Thinking of this, the dead pig's head turned to his hand and said, "Go and bring my treasure coat with a knife cut and a white spot." The men hurriedly took the order and ran away quickly.

The leader listened to the words of the dead pig's head in the room, and couldn't help but be secretly frightened: I didn't know that this dead pig's head still had such treasures, and I thought that more than forty patients would go crazy and pick up kitchen knives, and they would definitely be able to wipe out the overseers led by the dead pig's head, but now it seems to be a little difficult.

He turned his head to look out of the kitchen separated by the door, and thought to himself: if only they could go to war, I wonder if it is still possible. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth, turned his head and shouted at the patients, "Shut up!!" The voice was angry and loud, and everyone stopped whispering.

The leader gritted his teeth and cried out, "There are only two ways to go today: either they die, or we die." Do you want to die???"