Nightmare Attack

Chapter 411 Thank you

Chapter 411 Thank you

"Chu Jiu!"

Jiao Tailang picked up the painting on the ground, his fingers were trembling, he finally looked at the door that separated life and death in front of him, gritted his teeth and ran downstairs.

The long-term torture has exhausted him physically and mentally, but he dare not give up, nor can he give up.

He can't die, he wants to live on behalf of Chu Jiu, Xu Yi, and all the dead with this hope.

The moment he rushed out of the building, the light and shadow in front of him changed, and he knew that Chu Jiu had completed her task.

What appeared in front of his eyes were three dark buildings.

Peaceful apartment.

But unlike what we have seen before, today's Ping'an Apartment is shrouded in a strange atmosphere, and the dark clouds are extremely low, as if they are about to crush the building.

There was no sound in the apartment.

He walked slowly towards the apartment. When he passed Building No. [-], he stopped briefly for a few seconds. Standing downstairs and looking up, he felt completely different.

Before, he just felt dilapidated and deserted, but now the building in his eyes was pitch black, like a huge erected coffin.

Occasionally, a little light is reflected from which window, like half-open eyes, staring at the approaching living people with ill intentions.

Taking a deep breath, looking down, staring at the empty hall, Jiao Tailang felt very uncomfortable for no reason.

It seemed that as soon as he walked in, he would be swallowed by this living building.

In the next second, a black shadow flashed across the hall.

"Taro!" Weng Qing appeared in front of the lobby of Building 1 like a gust of wind, as if bound by something, she did not step out of the door.

She looked very anxious, looking at Jiao Tailang with concern in her eyes.

"Sister Qing!" Jiao Tailang's eyes lit up, he was still worried just now, whether the mutation in the dungeon would cause harm to Sister Qing.

He ran over in a few steps, "Sister Qing." He said anxiously, "What's going on?"

Weng Qing pulled him and walked in, seemingly more nervous than him, "Don't stand around outside." Weng Qing quickly said: "Come in first."

Weng Qing pulled Jiao Tailang for the first time and didn't pull it. The second time, Jiao Tailang followed her into Building 1 after confirming the look in Qingjie's eyes.

"Taro, I remember it, I remember it all." Weng Qing looked at him, the fear in his eyes almost melted into reality: "It was a terrible guy who created us, and he lived in it"

"Building 3, Room 808."

"That's right, and he doesn't have a name, his name is taboo here, he calls himself nothing, all... everyone is awake, they are all awake!"

Looking at Weng Qing's nervous eyes, Jiao Tailang couldn't help being moved. He naturally knew who Weng Qing was talking about.

is a ghost.

It is a new ghost story derived from the people who were killed.

It's similar to Liu Guo who was dealt with by Sister Qing.

"Don't go out, you will die if you go out!" Weng Qing took Jiao Tailang's hand and said earnestly: "You stay at my house and don't go anywhere. In my house, they can't come in, I don't Let them hurt you!"

"Thank you, Sister Qing." Jiao Tailang shook his head and said in an unquestionable tone: "I have to find someone else."

After persuading him a few times, Jiao Tailang stretched out his hand to hug Wengqing, "Please take care of yourself." After speaking, he turned around and ran towards the gate.

He is going to room 808. It would be best if he can find Hao Shuai and the others on the way. If he can't find them, then he can give the painting to Lin Chen by himself.

Awaken the kindness she once created.

But in the next second, a voice rang in his ear, "Taro." It was Weng Qing's voice, "Forgive me, I can't watch you die!"

Immediately afterwards, Jiao Tailang felt his body lighten, and then he was carried on his shoulder by Weng Qing, and ran upstairs.

"Taro, I won't harm you. Even if you go, you will just die. No one is his opponent." Weng Qing completely ignored Taro's struggle. After all, in her eyes, human power is extremely small.

"Okay." Finally, Jiao Tailang finally compromised, "Perhaps you are right, but this item was bought by my teammates with their lives. I can keep it, but they need this item."

Weng Qing was delighted, "What do you want to do?"

"Hang this painting at the gate. If they are still alive, they will take the painting away." Jiao Tailang said while putting the painting in his backpack, and then handed it to Weng Qing, "Sister Qing, I'm sorry."

Seeing the swearing eyes of Jiao Tailang, Weng Qing nodded, "Don't worry, Taro."

The two returned to the gate all the way, holding the bag in their hands, and Weng Qing was completely relieved. The importance of this painting to Jiao Tailang is self-evident.

Although she didn't want to do this, especially seeing the gradually dimming eyes of Jiao Tailang, Weng Qing felt very uncomfortable.

But she knew that if Taro was let go, he would be dead.

"Tai Lang." Just as Weng Qing opened his mouth, Jiao Tailang interrupted him, "Sister Qing, there is no need to say anything, I know you are doing it for my own good."

Tightening her lips, Weng Qing nodded, then looked left and right, and said in a different tone, "Where do we hang the bag?"

"There." Jiao Tailang pointed to a place with his finger.

It's a little far away from the two of them.

"Okay." Weng Qing nodded and walked there, although Weng Qing felt that Jiao Tailang was just seeking comfort in his heart.

I'm afraid. I'm afraid those people are dead by now.

But she didn't point it out, she didn't want to see Taro disappointed.

She thought secretly in her heart, after a while, she would find a chance to go out, and then come back and tell Taro that all his friends survived because of the paintings he sent out.

Maybe that would make him feel better.

"Is it okay to hang it here?" Weng Qing stood on tiptoe, trying to hang the bag higher and more conspicuous.

There was no sound behind me.

Weng Qing's eyes paused, and she turned her head immediately. There was no shadow of Jiao Tailang behind her. About tens of meters away from the door, a figure was running towards Building No. 3.

Ripped the backpack, it was empty.

Jiao Tailang ran desperately, not daring to turn back, he was worried that his sister would arrest him, and he was also worried about seeing her anxious and helpless face because she was worried about him.

But the result was similar to what he thought, he just heard the call of his sister.

Since not long ago, everything here has changed, all living people have disappeared, and the whole world has become a feast for the dead.

And that building was restricted by Sister Qing, she couldn't leave.

Touching the painting in his pocket, Jiao Tailang's eyes became resolute, and he could even feel the warmth of that painting through the pocket.

"Wait for me." Jiao Tailang looked at Building 3, which was getting closer and closer, with light in his eyes, "Hao Shuai, Jiang Fugui, you must persevere, we must live together!"

In the next second, he jumped up the stairs in front of Building 3.

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