Marvel: I Am Urban Legend

The next few days were still quiet. Zheng Ye checked the other floors and found nothing unusual. The residents were normal, leaving early and coming back late every day, struggling to make ends meet.

Today is Saturday, and everyone is basically resting. During the day, a Mercedes-Benz parked downstairs, and a steady stream of red roses were taken out from it and placed in a big heart shape.

A handsome young man in a suit and leather tie walked out of the car, holding a large handful of roses made of banknotes. He stood among the flowers and shouted upstairs: "Lin Yue, I like you, can you stay with me?"

"Sorry, sir, he already has a boyfriend. Please come back." Hu Zheng opened the window and said loudly to the young man.

"Look at how poor you are, what can you give Lin Yue, a big house? A luxury car? Roses all over the floor? Or endless money?" The young man shouted to Hu Zheng with disdain, without any more words. gentleman.

Hu Zheng closed the window and ignored the young man below. Zheng Ye in the corridor faintly heard what Lin Yue was explaining.

After a while, the young man downstairs lost his patience. Under the astonished eyes of the onlookers, he kicked all the roses around him and threw the banknotes and flowers in his hands into the sky. When the wind blew, the sky was filled with red roses. Tickets.

The young man sat in the car and looked at the crazy crowd around him with a look of disdain on his face. He looked up at the window on the seventh floor with a crazy look in his eyes. He gave instructions to the driver and the Mercedes-Benz drove slowly. stand up…

Zheng Ye lay on the corridor window, smoking a cigarette, and took in everything that happened.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment, and night has quietly arrived unknowingly...

"Old fellows, please use your little hands to make a fortune, give me some likes, and start moving with positive energy. Come on, the popularity has exceeded 5, let's send you a song to cheer..."

There was a noisy sound upstairs, and Zheng Ye, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly got up. In the past few days, every eleven o'clock at night, the anchor's voice would be heard from upstairs calling for microphone, but this apartment obviously only has the seventh floor...

"Crack..."

Zheng Ye quietly summoned two darts and took them in his hands, then slowly opened the door.

At this moment, an upward staircase suddenly appeared on the top floor, and the top of the staircase was locked by a large iron door.

Zheng Ye walked up the stairs slowly, quietly took back the dart near the iron gate, and replaced it with the Tang Dao - "Cang Ling".

Just when he was about to pry open the iron door with a Tang knife, there was a scream from downstairs. Zheng Ye turned around and the iron door and stairs disappeared. He was now standing at the end of the stairs on the seventh floor. Near the iron railing.

The screams at night were particularly harsh. The door of 703 was opened quickly. Hu Zheng cautiously stuck his head out. Zheng Ye quickly put the Tang Dao back into the system backpack...

"Uh...what happened landlord?"

"I'm not sure. I just came out. You go back to the house first and I'll go down and take a look."

Zheng Ye warned Hu Zheng and saw him closing the door tightly, lighting a cigarette, holding the summoned mace in one hand, and slowly walked down the stairs...

Arriving at the door of the house girl's room on the sixth floor, Zheng Ye hid the mace behind his back and knocked on the door...

"Hello, landlord, what's wrong at this late hour?" A panicked female voice came from inside the house.

"It's okay, I wanted to ask you if you heard any strange noises just now..."

"No, I'm sorry, landlady, if there's nothing else, I'll go to bed first."

"Okay, have a nice night..."

Zheng Ye walked to the fifth floor with a frown and looked at the black figure in the corridor. The gap in the shoulder of the largest figure had recovered.

After Zheng Ye came over, the three figures did not move at all. After a glance, Zheng Ye once again walked towards the fourth floor with the mace...

The strong smell of blood came, Zheng Ye spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, held the mace in both hands, and walked down cautiously...

What he saw was that four men in black, who looked like bodyguards, were lying in a pool of blood, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The door of 402 was opened, and a hand that was broken at the wrist "walked" out on its own, stopped for a moment next to the head of the person closest to "it", and after measuring it, quickly climbed up that person's head. The face was grasped tightly, covering the entire face covered in blood, with only two eyes left between the fingers.

The closed eyes suddenly opened, exuding a rich red light...

"Yiyi...haha...ah...uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh..."

There was a weird cry coming from this man's mouth, and his body struggled to stand up with irregular movements. His eyes were glowing red, and his body was shaking constantly. There was no sound until his hands were completely broken...

The palm on the face seemed to have lost its life, and fell to the ground with a "snap", motionless, and then the body fell softly backward, splashing with blood.

But the two hands that had just been severed seemed to have come to life at this moment, quickly crawling onto the faces of the other two people...

After the last corpse fell, five lively palms appeared on the ground. They found that there was no one else to grab, and they "trotted" neatly in the direction of Zheng Ye.

He took a step forward and walked out of the corner, swung the mace with both hands, and blasted a palm flying towards him. Then he withdrew the mace, waved his hands continuously, and nailed the other four palms to the ground.

Zheng Ye swung his mace and blew them apart one by one. He turned and walked towards 402. Just as he was about to open the door, there were screams of terror from upstairs, mixed with the sounds of fighting.

With a thought, Zheng Ye connected to the "Immortal Crow" in the house. With a "pop", a red-eyed crow was left on the spot, and the door of 402 slowly closed...

As soon as Zheng Ye appeared in his room, he heard the sounds of fighting in the corridor and the frightened screams of women...

When I opened the door, I saw Hu Zheng fighting with a figure whose whole body was grasped by palms...

"Look down..."

Zheng Ye shouted, and then swung the mace in his hand.

After Hu Zheng heard the sound, he lowered his head and crouched down subconsciously. Then he felt a whistling wind above his head. Then he felt something falling on his body, and then there was a sharp pain...

Zheng Ye knocked away the man who was grabbed by his hands with a stick, and then a bloody palm fell from his body and grabbed Hu Zheng's neck.

Seeing Hu Zheng rolling on the ground in pain, Zheng Ye took out a flying knife and carefully severed all the back tendons on his palms.

Hu Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his hand was still firmly grasping his neck, unable to take it off, as if it was growing on him.

Lin Yue quickly rushed to her side, holding Hu Zheng's body and sobbing non-stop...

Watching Hu Zheng tremblingly take out his left hand and want to touch Lin Yue's cheek, but he couldn't touch it because of the inexplicable pain in his neck...

"Baby, I think I might have to take a step ahead of you. This is the money I saved for my private life. I originally planned to keep it to buy a big house in the future, so that we don't have to move around all the time..."

Hu Zheng took out a bank card full of blood from his pocket and carefully handed it to Lin Yue. It turned out that the palm on his neck was just the straw that broke the camel's back. He had endured a lot before that. The injury, the blood all over his body is the best proof.

"cough…"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Hu Zheng continued: "Baby, if I were rich, would I also become a romantic..."

After saying this, there was no movement. Lin Yue hugged Hu Zheng's body and burst into tears...

Zheng Ye didn't know their life trajectories or their previous experiences, but at this moment, he felt, why do love stories always end miserably?

Feeling the monster struggling to get up behind him, Zheng Ye picked up the mace and turned around with an evil look on his face...