Wang Xiaopang pursed his lips strangely, and he suddenly raised his hands and put them on his face.

Then Yang Zong's pupils widened, and he watched in horror as Wang Xiaopang started from his forehead and peeled off his skin. Tearing and pulling, the human skin was like clothes, and he easily pulled it off. Tiptoeing on the human skin that belonged to his follower, revealing the prototype, a monster whose flesh had long since rotted and smelled looked at him in silence. Wang Xiaopang has always had a smell on his body, like the smell that some fat boys will naturally emit in summer, which is a bit close to the smell of the toilet. Only now did Yang Zong know that this was a corpse smell.

Wang Xiaopang said: "What are you doing when you go out, isn't it the same where you go?" ”

"You might as well die in my belly, I can still leave you a whole corpse, hehe," Wang Xiaopang seemed to think that he had told a good joke, and after speaking, his bloody face shook distortedly, and laughed: "Hehe, I will definitely eat you cleanly, and there are no bones left, and leave a whole corpse in my stomach." ”

"Nope! No, don't you come here...... You don't want to come here......" Yang Zong turned around and wanted to leave, but the seeds of Spring City germinated in his body. He'd just infiltrated the landlord's house to use his abilities, and he had very little strength left. What's more, even in his heyday, it was impossible for him to escape from an A-class heretic. Yang Zong crawled and tried to escape from 203, but was grabbed by Wang Xiaopang and dragged back. That hand was still dripping with blood, Wang Xiaopang's face was ruthless, and he chewed a piece of meat from his calf alive. Yang Zong wanted to scream, but Wang Xiaopang was afraid that he would wake up the landlord and cause him to interfere, so he lifted a book and smashed it on his head. In an instant, a bloody hole was smashed out of his head, and in the end, Yang Zong's pupils constricted, leaving only pain and fear.

Wang Xiaopang snorted and chewed on the tempting flesh and blood of outsiders, and his mouth was a ball of blood. He focused on cannibalism, not noticing a shadow that emerged from the shadows of 204 next door, draped over his head.

Wang Xiaopang was eating, and suddenly noticed something cold against his forehead.

Silver, a very strange and dangerous metal, inexplicably made his heart tremble.

Wang Xiaopang half-squatted on the ground, raised his head, and met a pair of indifferent, violent and murderous eyes. Ye Sheng.

[When the plagiarist appears, don't trust anyone around you.] 】

Ye Sheng walked down from the fifth floor and felt that something was wrong when he saw the three of them running down with fans fanning the bubbles. "Negative Corpse" has been moving outside the door, lying on the eaves of the door and waiting for the rabbit, pushing the door open, there is absolutely no possibility of going back to get tools.

Why did this group of people have fans in their hands when they didn't expect it to be outside?

The only explanation is that someone guessed everything in the corridor in advance.

He immediately thought of plagiarists.

The seventh article of the grotesque city is Wang Xiaopang, the tenant of 303, as a heresy second only to the landlord's wife, Wang Xiaopang's ability is also revealed in the overview. The more advanced the heresy, the more cunning it is, Wang Xiaopang has long since replaced one of them, mixed in, lured them to the first floor, to grab the key of the landlady in order to open the door of 203.

The heretics of the Changming Mansion, each with their own desires and sins. They worship money, lust, jealousy, cowardice, irritability, selfishness, and weave a suffocating human world in this turbulent era of impetuousness and chaos.

Wang Xiaopang, as a plagiarist, probably really planned to "copy" to the end.

Wang Xiaopang turned his neck, he was fat, his neck was thick and short, and when he writhed, he made a clicking sound, like a bone twisting one hundred and eighty degrees. Wang Xiaopang smiled: "You group of strangers are really interesting." ”

Ye Sheng hadn't recovered his voice yet, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense. He had already adjusted the spirit value of the gun to A-level, and when his fingers pressed the wrench, he could feel a resistance. The fingertips pressed down little by little, and the blood all over his body was burning.

A layer of scarlet cold blood appeared in Ye Sheng's eyes.

"Brother, leave it to me." But before he could shoot, Ning Weichen stretched out his hand and gently held his wrist, smiled lightly and interlocked his fingers. Ye Sheng turned his head, his brows furrowed, not understanding what he was going to do. But in the face of Shangning Weichen's indifferent warning peach blossom eyes, he still put away the gun, lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and swallowed the blood that gushed into his throat.

Ning Weichen picked up the piece of paper that had fallen next to him because of Wang Xiaopang's molting from the ground. The above is the word that really belongs to the king of stories.

"The ninth chapter of the grotesque city." Ning Weichen's tone was very light.

Ye Sheng was stunned, and remembered what the story king said to him before entering this world - readers of later generations, I wish you really understand my story.

If you want to leave here, the story king can't be easily found by them, you have to ...... Read his story first.

The ninth chapter of the grotesque city, "The Eyes of Others, the Tongues of Others"

[Xiao Wu said that he found an eyeball in the wall of the toilet. He took me to see it. Pulling off the rag that had long been covered with mold, and lifting the broken half of the brick, I saw a camera that resembled a human eyeball.

I recognize it, this is the eyes monitor that has long been eliminated on the market, and it still uses the most primitive cable to connect the camera and the display, its limitations are very large, and the only advantage is that it is cheap.

Xiao Wu said fearfully, is there a ghost in the place where we live. I told him, this is not a ghost, don't be afraid.

I told the landlord about the camera, but the landlord's face changed dramatically and he scolded me on the head. The landlord said that when this news spreads, what do others think of her. How can her building be rented out? She wanted me to keep it a secret, or she would kick me out today and throw away all my things.

I had to send those things back to the bookstore, and she couldn't throw them away.

So I chose to be silent.

Xiao Wu is always scared at night. Although the monitor was secretly dismantled by the landlord, and it may have been moved, he still felt that someone was monitoring him. His dad would only beat him, his mom would always cry, and the only person he could communicate with was me.

Xiao Wu was puzzled and said: Isn't that really a ghost?

I joked: It's not a ghost, it's in our building, there is a voyeur.

Xiao Wu's face turned pale and said, what should I do.

I don't know what to do. I comforted him and said: voyeurs don't peek at children, you just move out of here when you grow up.

Xiao Wu was stunned and nodded.

He started to sit down and talk to me. He said confusedly, I want to grow up quickly, I don't like it here at all, and the classmates in the class said that I lived in the coffin room after knowing that I lived in the Changming Mansion. But isn't the coffin a place where the dead live, and why should the place where the living live be called a coffin room?

I didn't speak.

He hugged his bag and kept silent.

Later, I often saw Xiao Wu running to the rooftop to paint, and he drew all the eyes in the Tian character book, and then poked them to shreds with a compass.

Xiao Wu often looks at the sky, and I guess he is imagining that he now has wings, and he can fly out of here and be as free as a bird.

One day, Xiao Wu suddenly said to me strangely and nervously: I found the voyeur in our building, but I still need to verify it.

I said to him, come on.

In Xiao Wu's homework book, the Changming Mansion is full of eyes. Because there is a voyeur among us.

Squeezed on the bus to go to work, I saw that the story magazine club had put the red lip logo of "Small Mouth Storytelling" everywhere because of the essay contest. Sitting at my desk, I thought, in fact, my world is still full of mouths. 】

Ye Sheng and Ning Weichen read very fast, and they finished reading this half of the story in a few seconds.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaopang swallowed the meat in his mouth, panted rapidly, and said viciously: "Give me back my manuscript!" ”

At this moment, a disdainful voice suddenly came from the hallway.

"What do you call your manuscript? It's obviously the manuscript of the story king, and it is Cheng Xiaoqi's manuscript, do you still want to make a face. Luo Xingyan bit the neck of the human head balloon, grabbed the iron lock, and walked out of the darkness coldly.

He was also followed by the Desire Demon, the speed at which the Negative Toad devoured people was very slow, and most of the Desire Demon's body had been corroded, but he was a B-level ability, and he could still survive, and he was fortunately saved by Luo Xingyan. A handful of snot and tears followed.

When Ye Sheng saw Luo Xingyan coming, his expression was indifferent, he grabbed Ning Weichen's hand and pulled him back with him. A-class heretics are just dealt with by professionals, and they don't need to get involved.

Ning Weichen was amused by Ye Sheng's small action of "protecting the short", and retreated obediently with great satisfaction, and at the same time handed the manuscript in his hand to Luo Xingyan.

"Chief Luo, this is the clue we found."

Luo Xingyan: "......"

He really felt that these two people were here for their honeymoon, and he was the only one who was diligent in fighting monsters.

"My manuscript!"

At this time, Wang Xiaopang was already red-eyed and began to attack. He stood up, raised a book in his hand, and was about to smash it on Luo Xingyan's head. Once touched by the page in his hand, even if it is an S-level executive, it will be eaten instantly.

Luo Xingyan was very sensitive to danger, and with a flick of the chain, he grabbed Wang Xiaopang's hand and threw his entire body against the wall. The shackle is an S-class weapon, and Wang Xiaopang is restrained, his skin seems to be branded, and he is smoking. But he smiled strangely, shook his head, and actually shed a layer of blood film like molting. After Wang Xiaopang broke free from the shackles, the layer of skin that fell off seeped into the shackles, forcing Luo Xingyan to be unable to use weapons.

Wang Xiaopang pounced on him with a book.

Luo Xingyan's face was ugly, he held the chain, and one took off, avoiding the attack. At the same time, he kept rolling the chains, and borrowed himself to the ceiling. Wang Xiaopang's skin can be molted continuously, he is slippery, agile, and difficult to grasp, and the pages in his hand are a curse that kills when touched.

Wang Xiaopang can make countless mistakes, but Luo Xingyan can only make one mistake.

What's more, Luo Xingyan's ability was already only seventy percent.

On the first night of Spring City, everyone didn't feel anything.

On the second night of Spring City, everyone's abilities had been suppressed to only seventy percent.

By tomorrow, the third day of Spring City, it is estimated that everyone will only have ten percent of their abilities left. They have to use their 10% ability to find a way out of the heresy that the mansion has completely ramped up before the seeds germinate before the dawn falls.

Obviously, the third night was the exponential increase in the difficulty of hell, but tonight, everyone was already in despair. And that's just an A-class heretic. If that woman with 100% water content was here. If hell landlords are here. I can't imagine what it will be.

Ye Sheng's eyes were cold, staring at the book in Wang Xiaopang's hand. After a moment, he turned around and lowered his head to quickly look for something in Cheng Xiaoqi's drawer.

The lights of the Changming Mansion are turned off at night, and the wires are pulled secretly, and basically everyone will prepare candles. Cheng Xiaoqi's drawer really had some half-used candles and a lighter.

Ye Sheng pressed the lighter several times, and the fire came out, he lit the candle, his movements were fast and steady, and he threw the lit candle into Wang Xiaopang's hand. The moment the fire stabbed and ignited, Wang Xiaopang screamed, his body was not destroyed by the fire at all, but the book in his hand was shattered into ashes. Wang Xiaopang's eyes were split, and he was so angry that he rushed directly towards Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng tilted his head and glanced at Ning Weichen.

Ning Weichen seemed to have a natural tacit understanding with him, smiled, and handed the manuscript in his hand to Ye Sheng.

For Wang Xiaopang, a random book can be used as a weapon. He picked up a book from the side and said fiercely, "You are quite clever, you know to shut up and not wake up the old woman." But you see if you have more candles in your hand, or more books in me! ”

A fire that burns down the bookshelves will only attract the landlord.

Ye Sheng put the flame of the lighter at the bottom of the manuscript.

Wang Xiaopang was stunned all of a sudden, he gasped, his eyes were extremely resentful, but he still stopped in place.

This is the second night, Wang Xiaopang's desire for money and a house still prevails, and he still has reason.

Wang Xiaopang threatened with pity: "If you dare to burn that page, I will definitely skin you alive." ”

Ning Weichen has now become the one who speaks for Ye Sheng. He had a casual attitude, and on this crazy night, he showed a completely contradictory calmness and elegance, and smiled: "We can talk." ”

Wang Xiaopang stared at him vigilantly and said, "What are you talking about?" ”

Ning Weichen said: "Let's talk about Cheng Xiaoqi." ”

Wang Xiaopang said strangely: "Cheng Xiaoqi? He? What is there for him to talk about, an illiterate person who entered the magazine through the back door, he didn't graduate from junior high school, and it was his blessing that Lao Tzu copied his manuscript! ”

Luo Xingyan raised his eyebrows: "Go through the back door?" ”

Wang Xiaopang: "Yes, Lao Tzu heard his conversation with the president, and I said how such a fool who can't write a word works with us." It turned out that his mother used to be an old acquaintance of the president, and when the president went to the warehouse, he heard his name and recognized him, and relied on this relationship to recruit this idiot in. ”

Luo Xingyan was stunned, he had gone to Qingping Town to investigate the story king's previous affairs, and he felt strange.

"Cheng Xiaoqi's mother, didn't he leave as soon as he was born."

Wang Xiaopang: "I definitely have to go, I have such an alcoholic husband and mentally handicapped son, I also want to go." After Cheng Xiaoqi's mother left him, she lived well. Phew, broom star. ”

He stole Cheng Xiaoqi's words, but he didn't feel empty at all, but had a kind of pride in copying him.

"What are you looking for him, this father and mother don't want to lose money, and now it is estimated that he will have already rolled up and returned to his hometown."

Luo Xingyan was about to say something, his gaze moved outward, and his face changed suddenly.

He saw a bubble!

A bubble stained with black liquid floats into the air!

The sound of a toad crawling with its webbed was a wet click outside, and in addition to that, there was the sound of a boy limping and shuffling his feet.

Those two A-class heretics followed!

Luo Xingyan's cat's eyes stood up.

When Luo Xingyan came out, the boy had already chased people to no avail, lame and returned under the bed, and was so bloated that he was shot to death by Ye Sheng, so he only needed to deal with the negative corpse. One-on-one heads-up, Luo Xingyan was completely true, and after killing the negative corpse with a chain, he saved the demon by the way.

But now that the negative corpse reappeared in front of him, looking at that face, Luo Xingyan was cold.

He said that Wang Xiaopang was so difficult to deal with, how could the corpse simply die.