Without waiting for Gu Ping to ponder the taste, Xiang Chong turned around and trotted forward.

"Alas, alas? Dangerous! ”

Gu Ping pulled the air and was about to stop him, but Ning An stretched out his hand to block him.

"Let him go."

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He walked, he ran.

The steps became more and more brisk, and with each step, the burden on the body seemed to be lighter.

He couldn't stop rushing forward—as if—as if someone had pushed him.

No, not likely.

Xiang Chong half-turned his head, and vaguely saw the person behind him maintaining a forward posture and a weird smile.

The people in front stopped, and most of the restless crowd had stopped.

They turned their heads, the corners of their mouths splitting in the same strange arc, and they stretched out their hands towards Chong as if they were crying and laughing.

Like to help him.

The dense fog that had dissipated suddenly poured out of the lake and enveloped everyone.

Xiang Chong gripped the dagger tightly and threw it into the door.

A monstrous and crazy explosion weighed down the crowd.

"The fish is hooked!"

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Oops!

Ning An, who had just gotten off the bridge, turned his head suddenly, and was in a commotion, half of him ran out crying, half of him roared and rushed in, and the policemen who maintained order were also in a mess, and could only stare dryly with the walkie-talkie.

Puppet?

Ice?

The fish is hooked!

It's a "real golem-angler"!

How could it be? How could it be it!

Isn't this the beginning of the cataclysm? How did you provoke such a growing real puppet?

"You guys! Get in! ”

"Oh, oh! Good! ”

Cai Ya didn't dare to breathe, and honestly shrank in the back seat of the police car, catching a glimpse of the police officer with a pistol in the driver's seat, and then she was a little relieved.

Ning An settled the two of them and considered himself benevolent and righteous.

If the puppet is an "angler", it is difficult to protect himself, and now the police car is the safest place he can think of.

"Ning...... Ning'an. ”

Ning An turned his head, his eyes gradually became impatient, the angler might be stronger if he delayed time, he didn't want to stay here for a second longer.

“…… Here you go. ”

Cai Ya stuffed the medical box to Ning An, turned her head and retracted back into the police car, curled up and trembling slightly.

"Thank you."

Time was pressing, Ning An picked out a few recognizable things and held them in his hands, and threw himself into re-stepping on the bridge.

The boy lowered his eyes, jumped onto the guardrail, and rushed towards the gymnasium with his knife.

……

Rumble!

When the last zombie stepped into the gymnasium, Ning Ankankan lunged forward sideways, scurrying into it before the door closed.

As expected.

Ning An looked at everything in front of him and took a deep breath.

With your back to the wall, hold a knife in both hands.

The seats in the stadium are red and white, and the entrance is the top floor, with seats arranged in a spiral downward row, and a circular arena on the lowest floor, which is quite like the ancient Roman Colosseum.

At this time, most of the spectators have little leisure to watch the game, and the "anglers" in the center are held in the air by the current, which is much higher than the top level.

I saw that its white bones were shining with blue fire in its skull, its tattered clothes covered its somewhat rickety body, and its arms were holding wooden sticks, revealing part of its torso covered with black hair, and on the sticks, there was a "bait".

The man was still alive, and his screams were still loud despite being pierced by the finely barbed sticks.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Jin Yi, you should have died a long time ago! You should have died! Woowoo woo ......"

In the arena, the woman wore a cape and sat on her knees and shouted madly, tearing her clothes and telling the atrocities of men with her bruised bodies.

Bang!

The man landed.

The applause stopped abruptly, and the woman stared blankly at the man in front of her, who was crippled and full of resentment, and a look of horror rose on her cheeks.

"Slut! Slut! Slut! ”

The man didn't understand why he was still alive, and his eyes fell off his sockets and glared at the woman, screaming and pounced.

The arena was like hell, countless men and women were fighting, and after they fell, black gas rose and disappeared into the eyes of the initiator on the top.

This bait does not fish for shrimp, only for resentment.

The stronger the resentment, the stronger the angler.

When the angler's anger is saturated, the strength can reach the peak of the second order!

At that time, Ning An can't even hurt him in the slightest!

"Crazy men and women, but shrimp and crabs."

Like the whispering of an ancient god, piercing and muddy, the angler's stick hesitated for a moment in the audience, and when it was aimed at the fat man with a big belly, the flames in his eyes seemed to light up a little.

"Good bait, good bait!"

Burst!

The wooden stick silently stretched for more than ten meters, piercing the fat torso lightly, and the man hung in the air, his eyes bulging out in pain, and the screams began at once.

"Old dog Wu!"

In the arena, the short-haired man's eyes were cracked, his fists clenched and oozing blood, and the screams even overpowered the sound of fighting.

The man is none other than Xiang Chong.

Resentment rose to the sky, just like a black pillar of light the size of a bowl.

The angler was overjoyed, dancing with his hands, and the man on the stick was even less human, he shook the head of the stick, and the man's body flew out of a puddle of sludge, and the sludge began to squirm when it hit the ground, kneading itself into a beautiful woman.

"Sister......

Xiang Chong's eyes widened, tears welled up in his eyes, and he stumbled to help the woman who fell to the ground without an inch.

"Sister, sister, you, how are you......"

"Little Chong......"

Gaps suddenly appeared on the woman's body, some were cut by knives, some were smoked with whips, some were burned by cigarette butts, and some were smashed with blunt objects, and the blood couldn't stop gushing out, so frightened that Xiang Chong hurriedly covered the wounds.

However, there were more and more wounds, and the woman gradually became a bloody person.

She was no longer human, but she raised her finger with all her strength, pointed at the fat man in mid-air, and said weakly:

"Xiao Chong, my sister hurts ......"

Looking at the puddle of pus in his arms, Xiang Chong felt that something was exploding in his head, he just raised his head blankly, and stared at the screaming fat pig.

"You ...... the damn"

"Damn you!"

The black pillar of light suddenly rose, and screams and hoarse laughter echoed in the gymnasium.

Boom!

The wooden stick blocked the exploding sword light and blocked the flying sword that shot at Xiang Chong in the field.

"Ning family boy, hurry!"

"Kill him!"

"Once this son dies, the angler will have a maximum of first-order medium strength!"

"You and I will fight together!"

Ning An looked for prestige, and was so shocked that the long knife in his hand almost didn't hold it steady.

Daomen outcast Jing Yu?

Why is he there?!