Survival game for all: The max-level boss wins easily everyday!

"1, 2, 3, 4... Hey? Why is there one missing?"

With the faint light of the lighter, Zhou Liang tried to find the candle that had rolled to the ground, but he didn't see the candle. Instead, he saw three figures around him. There were clearly five of them, and there was still one missing including himself!

"what?"

"Who's missing?"

"Yang Meng. It's Yang Meng!" At this time Zhou Liang finally came to his senses. In the past, Yang Meng would definitely be the first person to approach him, but this time he never heard her voice in his ears.

Yang Meng is missing!

The huge thunder exploded on the heads of the four people around with a loud bang, leaving them burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Damn it, how could a living person just disappear like that?" Zhou Liang cursed in a low voice.

At this time, Yan Weiming interjected: "What else could it be? It must have been captured by the thing Huihui saw just now!"

"Ah? Don't scare me." Du Hui suddenly moved closer to Yan Weiming. Yan Weiming sniffed the fragrance at the tip of his nose and suddenly became distracted.

"Hehe~ Don't be afraid, Huihui. Brother Yan will protect you."

Zhou Liang had no time to find trouble with Yan Weiming, and he almost fell to the ground, groping around on the dusty ground. After a while, Zhou Liang held the candle in his hand, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face.

No matter what, Yang Meng might be the only acquaintance he had left in this world. Those faces that once existed in his memory might never be seen again.

Yan Weiming could guess at will, but Zhou Liang didn't want Yang Meng to die.

Zhou Liang's fingertips trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, forced down the panic in his heart, and carefully moved the candle closer. The flames danced in the dimness. The shadows around him were like lurking beasts, ready to move as the flames swayed. Every slight sound was infinitely amplified, hitting Zhou Liang's tense nerves.

He followed the firelight, his eyes slowly sweeping across the chaotic office. The next second, the light fell squarely on a corner on the left, where a tall and blurry black shadow stood quietly, seemingly blending into the surrounding darkness.

"That's great... Yang Meng, you're okay!" Zhou Liang's voice was a little hoarse with excitement. He almost subconsciously took a step forward, his eyes full of joy.

However, this joy came and went quickly. As he approached, Zhou Liang's smile froze on his face.

Zhou Liang was so happy to see Yang Meng that he ignored the abnormality around him for a while, but it didn't take long for him to react. Was the figure in the darkness in front of him a little too tall?

Although Yang Meng is from the north, he is half a head shorter than Zhou Liang, who is 1.8 meters tall. But the figure in the corner seems taller than him!

And although Yang Meng is carefree and has a bit of a bad temper, she is usually very timid. Whenever she went to the amusement park before, she would be scared and scream in the haunted house, so it is absolutely impossible for her to stay in the dark for such a long time without making a sound!

Zhou Liang's heart was beating like a drum and he stopped abruptly. He felt an unprecedented chill rising from the soles of his feet and quickly spreading to his whole body. Even the candle in his hand seemed to feel the fear and the flame flickered violently, as if it would go out at any time.

At the same time, Zhou Liang also discovered that Du Hui and the others had not spoken since he saw the black shadow in front of him. He glanced sideways and saw Yan Weiming, who was closest to him, with his legs shaking like a sieve.

For a moment, the air was filled with an extremely oppressive tension, and every second seemed to be infinitely stretched, making people suffocate.

Perhaps Zhou Liang was too nervous. When he waved the candle in his hand, a flash of light appeared, illuminating the dark shadow in front of him for a moment. Although it was only for a moment, Zhou Liang still saw the scene in front of him clearly.

In that light, Yang Meng's figure seemed particularly abrupt. She stood stiffly in the corner, tightly wrapped by the wings of an extremely huge butterfly.

The other's wings are like a velvet cloak, and the colorful colors are like a retro oil painting, and the extra distance above is exactly the butterfly's head.

At this moment, Yang Meng's eyes were wide open, and her pupils reflected great fear. Her face looked terrifyingly purple due to extreme distortion. The corners of her mouth were slightly open, but she could not make any sound, as if even the strength to call for help had been deprived by this sudden disaster.

The most horrifying thing was that the butterfly's head was right on top of Yang Meng's head, its antennae swaying gently, and its sharp mouthparts were deeply embedded in Yang Meng's skull, like a greedy vampire, ruthlessly tearing and sucking the white brain matter in her head.

"Ahhh, run!"

I don’t know who shouted first, but the four of them suddenly panicked and turned around to escape.

In excitement, Du Hui bumped into Yan Weiming. Du Hui was already scared to death, and after being hit, she cried out "ouch", and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

"Wow, Brother Yan, please help me, I~I can't run anymore!"

But what made Du Hui dumbfounded was that the person who had just said he would protect her was running faster than anyone else at this time. After hearing her voice, he didn't even pause for a moment and disappeared in the office in the blink of an eye.

Du Hui gritted her teeth and planned to look for Zhou Liang, but Zhou Liang ran past her like the wind without even looking at her.

"Ahhh, bastard." Du Hui's eyes instantly burst into tears: "If I continue to believe in men, they are dogs."

Without help from others, Du Hui didn't know where she got the strength from, and she just crawled out of the office.

As the saying goes, when you are running for your life, you just need to make sure you run faster than others, and now Du Hui is obviously that "other person".

After sucking Yang Meng's brains dry, the mutant butterfly threw Yang Meng's body aside and then flew towards Du Hui at the door.

Hearing the whistling sound of wind behind her ears, Du Hui's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Tears and fear mixed together, leaving hot marks on her cheeks. Her crying turned into intermittent hiccups due to her rapid breathing.

The next second, Du Hui's body was suddenly lifted up by an irresistible force. She was horrified to find that she was caught in mid-air by the mutant butterfly. The sharp legs of the butterfly were tightly grasping her, leaving bloody marks on her fair skin.

"Ahhh! I don't want it, wuwuwu~ Let me go, get out of here~"

Du Hui struggled hard. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could remember Yang Meng's brain being sucked out. No, she didn't want to become like that.