Everyone was silent.

The leader felt that the crowd was only afraid of the way he was, and at the same time afraid of the overseer who had defeated them. At this point, their intellect tells them to shrink their heads in order to survive. They were scared, they were trembling. Their reason has not been lost, they have not gone crazy yet. They thought that if they went crazy, they would die, but the truth is that only if they go crazy, they have any hope of living. They are suppressing the germ of madness in their hearts that arises from fear.

Thinking of this, the leader picked up the spoon in the pot and beat it fiercely, shouting as he knocked: "Do you want to die, do you want to die?...... The clanging sound and shouting constantly impacted everyone's already fragile reason, and the crazy sprout in their hearts grew rapidly.

After a few taps, the leader felt a little unhappy, and turned his target to the door beside him. Knock knock, the leader's hands and feet together, the powerful voice of the door accompanied by the leader's increasingly hoarse shouts irresistibly impacted everyone.

Finally, a few of them couldn't hold back, and while picking up the spoon and smashing the pot, they shouted: "No, no, no......." They joined the ranks of the chiefs.

The situation collapsed in an instant. Death, the source of human fear, has once again proved its strength with irrefutable performance. Everyone screamed, picked up the bed legs in their hands, spoons, and the like and slapped and smashed them in the kitchen. The sprout of madness has completely grown into a big tree.

The dead pig's head outside the kitchen could hear the shouts and clanging sounds in the kitchen, and secretly said that it was not good. Psychopaths have collectively become insane, and madmen are extremely difficult. Thinking of this, the dead pig's head quickly put on the invulnerable treasure clothes brought by his subordinates, and instructed: "You guys get ready, there will be a tough battle to be fought in the future." "Let's speed up and put on the treasure clothes in a few clicks.

When the subordinates saw that the dead pig's head was dressed in a treasure robe, their confidence was greatly increased.

I saw that this treasure coat is divided into two major pieces, a helmet and a jacket, both of which are made of a crystal clear, hard and elastic yellow material piece-by-piece. The stitching is tightly sealed. The light of a searchlight shone on the treasure clothes unobstructedly. Under the light of the searchlight, the treasure glowed yellow. And at this moment, the dead pig's head is more sacred and solemn like the gods of the earth.

The dead pig's head was also very satisfied with his image, and thought: When this matter is over, I must praise this boy with an upside-down searchlight and give him a deputy supervisor.

"Go and turn on all the lights that can be turned on, too dark is not good for us. Dead Pig's Head commanded.

Suddenly, the men scattered, snapped, and turned on all the lights that could be turned on. Several overseers also lit the flashlights and put them on the ground for lighting.

Only the basement remained, and it was still extremely dark. It seems like it's always been that way, and it hasn't changed.

The people in the kitchen, unaware of the situation outside, missed a good opportunity to defeat the enemy. At the moment they were still yelling and banging. Emotions have reached their peak. And the leader was smashing the door lock with a spoon and the leg of the bed.

Time is of the essence, and shouting is also physically exhausting. After a while, when everyone was tired of making a fuss, everything was wasted. But the damn door lock is so strong at the moment that it hasn't been broken for a long time, which can't help but make the leader anxious.

When he was helpless, he only heard a shout from behind him "Get out of the way". A comrade-in-arms picked up a hammer stained with soot, clattered three times, and smashed the lock directly into the air. The leader glanced at his comrades gratefully, turned his head and shouted at everyone, "Get the kitchen knife!" After that, he turned around, kicked open the iron door, and rushed out of the door with everyone.

Outside the door, the dead pig's head was lined up to greet him. The overseers each held an iron rod in one hand, and they were arranged in a neat manner, so that they were not mighty.

The leader didn't say a word, and when everyone was out of the kitchen, he waved his bed legs and shouted, "Rush!"

The loud voice of the dead pig's head also came from the enemy line: "This is a chance for you. ”

The leader was stunned for a moment, looked at the crowd running by him, and understood: Yes, the pig's head gave us a chance, if they blocked the door of the kitchen just now, the situation would be very unfavorable to us. The leader was not allowed to think too much, the sound of clubs and clubs, and the shouts of fighting had been heard. The leader ran a few steps and joined the battle.

The battle began between more than a dozen overseer brigades led by the dead pig's head and more than forty sick groups led by the leader.

I saw the dead pig's head one by one, and it was extremely powerful. Although kitchen knives, spoons, and bed legs beckoned to him, under the protection of his divine clothes and armor, he was not afraid, and the iron rods in his hands flew and rushed left and right in the crowd, no one was invincible. The leader on the other side did not perform well in the battle, and there was not much difference compared to the other patients.

But the men of the dead pig's head were far less powerful than him. As soon as they deal with patients, they fall behind.

There are not only a large number of madmen, but they are already in a state of madness, much more powerful than usual. They strike hard and fast, their lethality increases dramatically, and in a state of madness, the patient has abandoned the avoidance of pain.

Time was pressed and fleeting, and in less than ten seconds of the confrontation, except for the dead pig's head, the rest of the overseers were all routed. Seven were smashed and lay down, and four escaped.

The dead pig's head was in the heat of battle, and suddenly he felt that all the sick people were rushing towards him, and when he looked left and right, there was no one of his men who continued to fight.

Only at this time, the true color of the dead pig's head is revealed. Relying on the treasure clothes to protect himself, a pride suddenly rose in the heart of the dead pig's head: I am here today, and I will use my own strength to completely subdue the group of unconvinced people in front of me. Thinking like this, his hands became stronger, and more people were knocked to the ground by him.

But the good times didn't last long, and it didn't take long for him to feel a pain in his leg, and when he looked down, he saw a deep wound on his left thigh, blood was desperately spurting out, and at the same time, several kitchen knives were quickly slashing at his leg.

The dead pig's head secretly said that it was not good, and the madman with the kitchen knife had already attacked the front. His legs, which are not dressed in treasure clothes, can withstand the legs of the bed and the spoon, but they cannot withstand the kitchen knife. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but regret that he was carried away by the treasure clothes just now, and he should have retreated as soon as possible, and he should not be in love.

The situation did not allow the pig's head to think too much, he slammed forward with his two sticks, made a gap in the crowd, and then leaned forward. The kitchen knife followed closely behind. The dead pig's head threw the stick, stretched out the bear's paw, grabbed one of the legs of the bed and threw it backwards. When the kitchen knives saw their comrades flying in, they took refuge. Those who couldn't dodge were smashed to the ground. As a result, the offensive of the kitchen knife slowed down.

The dead pig's head didn't have time to turn his head to check the situation, he used his hands and feet together, kicked and kicked, pushed and squeezed, rushed out of the encirclement in a few strokes, and then ran towards the basement.

There, there is his last hope for victory, and there is the source of fear for the psychopaths.

The crowd followed, chasing them down to the basement.

The dead pig's head did not stop in front of the basement, and disappeared into the impenetrable darkness of the basement in a few arrows, leaving everyone distracted in front of the basement door for a while.