Rebuild SCP to Save the World

The middle-aged man who slammed the door shut and locked it again let out a sigh of relief, as if he was safe.

"What are you doing! Why don't you let them in!" The thin nerd gasped for breath and found the middle-aged man's movements, asking in surprise.

"That..." The middle-aged man was about to explain, a strong knock on the door sounded, and there was a woman's shout, which interrupted him.

The middle-aged man ignored the yelling, and then said, "That little girl-like ghost is about to catch up, and we will die regardless."

However, in fact, he just wanted to get rid of those two burdens.

The thin otaku obviously couldn't accept his explanation. He couldn't bear to hear the woman shouting outside the door.

But he couldn't do this powerful middle-aged man alone, so he patted the fat otaku friend who had been silent next to him, and wanted to ask for help.

But the fat otaku still had no response.

"What's the matter with you?" The thin nerd turned his head to look at the fat nerd and asked suspiciously.

Still not replying, the fat otaku's eyes stared at the front, as if seeing something.

The thin otaku still put his hand on the fat man, and his eyes followed the fat man's gaze.

In front of the window in the moonlight,

A tall black figure floats in the air,

It was a back figure who was obviously wearing a black robe and a hood,

It is three meters high,

However, what really makes people know his identity,

Is the huge sickle in his hand,

Such a dress can only be-death.

The **** of death originally stood with his back to the three of them,

But the constant movement behind him seemed to startled him, and his black robe flew.

"What are you two doing!" The middle-aged man felt something wrong with the surrounding atmosphere and saw the dumbfounded two.

At this look, the middle-aged man also saw the black-robed death **** standing there,

If Grim Reaper turned around,

Holding a huge sickle in his right hand,

Under the hood is the darkness that can swallow everyone, and the two blue flames swaying in the darkness are even more terrifying.

A sense of oppression, a great sense of oppression,

This is the feeling of oppression that the ghosts never brought before,

The three of them were in a cold sweat, feeling trembling in the depths of their souls.

At this moment, Death shook his right hand,

The sickle flew into the air, and then was grasped by both hands, and the flames in his eyes jumped at the same time.

A hoarse and low voice came from the hood:

"Harvest, source quality."

"Harvest, nutrition."

Standing in front of the **** of death, the three seemingly small people knew that the **** of death was about to do it, and of course what they had to do now was to run.

The middle-aged man restrained the panic in his heart, immediately turned around and opened the door he had just locked with the fastest speed in his life.

The two otaku were still staring at the movement of the **** of death behind, but they kept looking back nervously at the progress of the middle-aged man.

But death is faster than them,

The sickle in the Grim Reaper’s hand did not move,

But suddenly, a black tentacled hand pierced from behind the death **** at a very fast speed,

Before he could react, the thin otaku was pierced through his body by the touch and hand, and blood flowed out of the wound.

The screams came from the thin otaku's bleeding mouth,

"Ah!!! It hurts!"

In the screams, the tentacles that pierced the body. The hand was controlled by the **** of death and threw up,

The thin otaku’s body was lifted and hit the ceiling heavily.

The shocking wall peeled off and fell on the horrified face of the fat otaku.

The thin otaku did not resist, he was smashed and fainted, his body softened.

Then the **** of death retracted his tentacles to his side, on which hung the body of a thin otaku who was slaughtered by others.

The blood dripped slowly along the touch.

The **** of death who did all this did not stop,

Under the more horrified gaze of the fat otaku,

Three tentacles stretched out from behind the **** of death again, dancing in the air.

"Crack!"

The sound of the door opening finally sounded,

Of course the middle-aged man also noticed the huge movement behind him, and rushed out the moment he opened the door.

The fat otaku behind him started to act at the moment he heard the sound, and took a moment to slow down. It was this little time that the fat otaku also died under the hands of the **** of death.

The middle-aged man received a little resistance when he rushed to open the door. He didn't know what was blocking the way to open the door, but he still pushed the door open hard, and then ran to the left without stopping.

The fat otaku rushed out the door one step late, but he did not run past the touch of death.

Grim Reaper’s three tentacles quickly pierced out at the moment when the door was about to be opened, one penetrated the floor where the fat otaku was originally standing, but did not hit, and the other immediately changed its direction and rushed upwards, still being subconsciously avoided by the fat otaku’s head-holding rat. Blasted on the wall.

The last touch. Hand caught up from behind at the moment the fat otaku strode out of the door, piercing the entire chest of the fat otaku leaping in the air.

Before the fat otaku screamed out, the other two tentacles of the **** of death came one after another.

"Pump."

The fat otaku's life was ended.

Less than a second later,

The huge body of the **** of death came out directly through the wall,

The four tentacles in the air flicked their hands, and the two corpses with them flicked randomly, splashing blood everywhere.

The flame in Death's eyes looked at the man who was still running, and it became more vigorous.

The middle-aged man who was escaping didn't dare to turn his head back, he just wanted to run a little farther quickly, seeing that he was about to come to the other side of the stairs.

Up or down,

The middle-aged man went to the top of the stairs with a cross in his heart,

Then rushed to the top.

I can't get out anyway, and I can struggle a bit more if I'm not sure.

Middle-aged men have long abandoned their earliest thoughts. These ghosts are infinitely close to reality, terrifying to the extreme, and they will definitely kill themselves!

The middle-aged man’s continuous high-intensity running and psychological pressure have made him feel tired.

Panting and coming to the fourth floor, the middle-aged man still dare not stop a step.

But will there be a ghost in every room, will the little girl appear again, and where to go.

The middle-aged man didn't know at all, so he could only run non-stop.

but,

Just when the middle-aged man came to the fourth floor, he just ran two steps in the corridor.

The **** of death slowly emerged from the ground through the wall and appeared in front of the middle-aged man, only a few steps away.

The middle-aged man was shocked and backed away again and again, and fell to the ground accidentally.

But the middle-aged man didn't wait for death in a daze, and immediately wanted to get up and run back.

unfortunately,

Reaper will not give him a second chance.

Before the middle-aged man gets up, a tentacle has reached the back of the middle-aged man's head.

"dying."

The middle-aged man realized this before he died, but he couldn't do anything about it.

The black touch. The hand passed through the brain,

The calmest person among this group of survivors also failed to survive this anomaly that shouldn't exist.

"Haha, it's really interesting, it really is the most interesting like this. Haha!

But who is this guy! "

In the ghost realm where there is no existence,

A funny voice finally sounded.