This is a horror picture that cannot be presented in a thriller movie.

Corpses that fell to the ground.

Sticky hot blood gushed and flowed, enveloping the dirty dust and fallen leaves on the ground and some tattered plastic bags, rubbing limbs, clothing, and erected machetes, like the shadow of a demon, humming softly and spreading a large black shadow of horror.

A severed hand flew into the window and smashed into the steering wheel of the dilapidated car. The horn sounded a piercing siren.

One by one, the uncontrolled flashlights rolled to the ground, shooting out pillars of light in all directions.

Everywhere the light went, the night that covered the hell on earth faded.

Scarlet blood everywhere.

Pools of blood are connected to the sea, and the smooth surface is like a huge mirror. Under the mirror, it is as transparent as amber, and above the mirror, the blood-red tentacles climb the refracted pillars of light, dyeing the scattered halo and the boundless night a little red.

Those who survived, only a blank space remained in their minds. They forgot to be afraid, they forgot to hide, and they stared in disdain at the young man with a shadow of a monk sitting behind him, chanting the name of the Buddha of Compassion.

Is he a demonic projection that has descended into the world?

No, he is more cruel than the devil!

……

At the same time. The top floor of an office building in New Sea City.

The agent closed the thick stack of reports on his desk, and on the last page, signed his name in Juanxiu's handwriting - Catherine!

She rubbed her aching temples, stood up, and stretched long.

The white shirt on his chest stretched forward in an exaggerated arc, and the buttons of the restraint stretched to the limit, letting out an overwhelmed moan, as if it would snap in the next second.

"Another day of dedication. Luckily, it was also a calm day. ”

Catherine's right eyelid suddenly jumped as she walked out of the office, which made her vaguely uneasy, as if she had overlooked something crucial.

She moved her white neck and muttered with some hesitation, "It should be...... Right! ”

……

Liufeng Cliff, downstairs of an old hotel in the middle of nowhere.

The leader, Tang Ji, involuntarily retreated, his legs trembling uncontrollably. The cigar in his mouth fell to the ground at some point, and the burning spark gradually dimmed, and then it was completely drowned by the spreading sea of blood.

His lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be tightly choked by a pair of invisible hands, and he couldn't make any sound dryly.

Beside him, stood He Huan, who was pale and white, and his subordinates holding the cigar box, Gu Du's mouth was wide open, and his body was as heavy as lead.

They retreated in terror, dodging the blood that was spreading. It seems that if you stick a trace of it, you will be torn apart by the evil spirit that laughs in it.

The wind is whining, the night is trembling!

The rusty car horn screamed hoarsely, one more poignant than the other, as if playing the death knell of death!

A gentle, but somewhat inappropriate voice suddenly came.

"Big brother! I, I'm late! In order to be sure, I also invited His Majesty the Dragon God to come! ”

The sound of footsteps gradually became clearer, and as they approached, there was the rustle of the Linjia rubbing the ground.

Tang Ji seemed to be stuck in a sticky swamp, every organ and pore of his body was dominated by fear, he could hear his younger brother Tang De's voice, but he couldn't speak or move.

The priest, dressed in a brand-new white robe, placed one hand on Tang Ji's shoulder.

"Big brother, how can you ......?"

He noticed Tang Ji's strange appearance and glanced at Tang Ji's gaze. I only had time to say a few words, and the rest of the words were stuck in my throat. He even forgot to breathe.

His brothers had been reduced to parts, severed limbs and mutilated bodies scattered to the ground, and horrific pools of blood were still bubbling down.

In the sea of blood, there was still breathing, and all that was left was the two people who broke into the house a few hours ago.

Tang De's breathing was obviously a little heavier.

Fortunately, he did not personally experience the complete process, so the impact he faced was far less intense than that of Tang Ji and others.

He quickly came to his senses, this time he provoked a ruthless person, and the encirclement and suppression had completely failed.

Right now, the other party may need to adjust for a while, and I can't take care of them!

It is imperative that the other side retaliate in this way. Such a cruel Shura scene in front of him just shows the ferocity of the enemy.

Right now, in order to survive, I can only go to the ground!

As soon as Tang De's mind turned, he had already made a decision. He endured the fear in his heart, and dragged Tang Ji, who was like a wooden stake, to run quickly in the direction he came.

Behind them, there was He Huan, who was pale.

She bit her lip tightly and chased after her desperately. She knew that the Tang Ji Tangde brothers had been operating in Liufeng Cliff for many years, and they must have a backhand. Although she didn't know what it was, she had no choice but to cling to this last straw!

From the moment she chose to place her bet, she had no room to swing around.

……

The phantom figure of the monk behind Mo Yu opened his eyes at some point.

He looked around, his gaze lingering on Chen Yu for a moment, as if he was a little surprised, but quickly skipped it.

Among the living people still standing in the field, except for Chen Yu, only the human-faced and snake-faced ...... who came in a hurry

Ryujin!

The monk and the dragon god looked at each other, and they were stunned for a moment at the same time.

The dragon god's beautiful eyes blinked a few times, her eyes flickered, and she looked around with her afterglow, and finally saw what was happening!

The dragon god's pupils suddenly shrank into a vertical line, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, then he screamed miserably and turned around and ran wildly. The stout snake body swayed from side to side, so fast that it became a phantom, bringing a gust of wind and raising up a cloud of sand and dust.

Her figure vanished in the blink of an eye, vanishing.

The monk came back to his senses, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen some rare treasure!

He sprang over and jumped up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and then chased in the direction of the dragon god's escape, shouting excitedly:

"Evil beast Hugh away, come to the old man's bowl!"

Chen Yu also came back to his senses at this time, worried that he had been ambushed, and shouted and reminded, "Don't chase!" ”

"Don't be afraid!"

The monk and Mo Yu kept moving, and at the same time turned around, but the opening was a strange and old voice, "Poor Dao Fahai, today I will definitely accept the snake demon Bai Suzhen and cleanse the demons for this pure white world." ”

Chen Yu looked at their distant backs, and was a little dazed for a while. The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing Chen Yu extremely messy!

The ability side effects of the Night-Catcher sequence are so exaggerated?

Isn't Fahai a monk?

Whose monk claims to be poor and is not afraid of being spanked by your Buddha!

Wait, the point is not this, how can you sort out the logic along the brain circuit of neuropathy!

Moreover, the old monk who appeared out of thin air was too capable, and his methods were really cruel.

There are many murderous masters in the wasteland, but unless a few are extremely vicious or have perverted habits, no one will cook the living as a dish.

is obviously a perverted and terrifying environment, but Chen Yu does not have much sense of rejection, and the angle from which he thinks about problems has become extremely strange. Could it be that I have been with Mo Yu for too long recently, and my taste has become heavier?

Neuropathy is also contagious? I'll have to get Dr. Bai Lu for a proper examination when I go back.

He got on the motorcycle hidden in the corner, stepped on the accelerator, and chased Mo Yu who was screaming and drifting away in the distance.

If it was usual, Chen Yu would definitely be extremely disgusted with Mo Yu's exaggerated movements, but at this moment, he only had gratitude in his heart.

The distance between the two became farther and farther away, and soon Mo Yu's back could no longer be seen, and Mo Yu's location could only be distinguished by the shouts that sounded from time to time.

It's not that the motorcycle doesn't run fast enough, but Mo Yu who has become Fahai, special...... On the fly!

Fly over the heads of tall and low buildings, jump over the winding streets, and fly straight in one direction!

Chen Yu had mixed feelings in his heart, not only the sense of humiliation and loss that poured out from the three levels of ability, body and psychology, but also a trace of pride in being taken away by the big guy and honored!

The human heart is really a strange soil, nourished by the same sunshine and rain, but it can always grow completely different fruits!

The motorcycle's engine let out an overwhelmed scream, and the rapid deflection of each turn caused the tires to rub against the harsh green smoke and the smell of burnt.

When the gears of the motorcycle spewed out the fire that was about to die, he finally caught up with Mo Yu who was suspended in mid-air.

Chen Yu poured half a bottle of water on the engine in distress.

Poof—

Half a bottle of water evaporated into white steam almost instantaneously and disappeared into the air.

Chen Yu worked hard, and finally let the temperature of the engine drop a little, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He took a sip of water, looked up and asked, "Mo Yu, ...... you?"

"Poor Dao is Fahai!"

Mo Yu and the bald monk glared back together.

Chen Yu suddenly felt a thrill, and felt that the eyes staring at him at this moment were as bloodthirsty and ferocious as prehistoric giant beasts.

You're ruthless enough, so you're right.

Chen Yu was as good as a stream, and immediately changed his words, "Fahai...... Master, did the people catch up? ”

Mo Yu and the bald monk shook their heads in unison, slowly landed on the ground, pointed to the ammunition factory in front of them, which was guarded by heavy high walls, and said:

"When they came here, they were gone. Now there's not a single living person in it."

Chen Yu was taken aback, "Gone?" Can't you see where they're hiding when you're in the air? ”

The monk glared again, with a hint of anger in his voice, "The monks don't speak, are you questioning the character of the poor Tao?" ”

Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and didn't dare to speak again.

The monk bowed his head and sighed, "Now that the matter is over, I can only ask my friend to come out to help?" ”

Friend?

Come out?

Didn't you just say that there wasn't a single living person around?

In the middle of the night, is it really good to tell ghost stories in the wilderness?

Chen Yu already has a shadow on this monk's style of breaking away, and his belly is still turning over the river and the sea. He hurriedly hid away, for fear of being affected by the fish in the pond and seeing the exciting scene of eating.

The old monk didn't give up, raised his round fat hand and grabbed Chen Yu's collar, approached with a round face, glared at his eyes and said viciously:

"My friend is still young, and your face is too fierce, don't scare him, or ...... Humph......"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

Chen Yu waved his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his heart rose to his throat again.

I saw a translucent phantom figure appear behind Mo Yu again, but his body was obviously much smaller than the old monk. The phantom writhed, then solidified and became clear.

A big-headed child of seven or eight years old, wearing glasses and a school uniform, appeared there.

Chen Yu took another sip of water and asked carefully, "You are Fahai Lao...... Division's friend? ”

Mo Yu and the phantom that had just appeared behind him made a gesture of holding the frame at the same time, but the voice of an immature little boy opened his mouth:

"There is only one truth!"

Chen Yu finally saw the phantom's face clearly, and couldn't help but gasp!

The friend of the old bald donkey Fahai turned out to be ...... A great presence nicknamed "Grim Reaper Schoolboy"!

In the myths and stories handed down in the old times, they are clearly not on the same channel!

At this moment, the Grim Reaper elementary school student knelt down on one knee, pressed the index and middle fingers of his right hand together on the ground, and a fine light flashed on the surface of his glasses.

"There's a secret passage here!"

Thinking of some sensational but tried and tested legends, or laws, Chen Yu couldn't help but retreat.

He sneered, "Dead...... No...... Mr. Detective, there is an immature little suggestion below. Our soldiers are more efficient in two ways, you are smart and witty, and you are responsible for personally searching for their traces; Small abilities are limited, just leave here to give you the wind! ”

"Do you think it's appropriate for a schoolboy to charge ahead?"

“……”

It's quite suitable, it just couldn't be more suitable.

It's just that Chen Yu remembered the old monk's warning before he disappeared, and he didn't dare to say what he said in his heart after all.