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"Be careful behind you!"

Fu Qitang only had time to issue a warning before raising his gun and shooting.

As for whether he would accidentally injure Gong Zijun, he was confident in his marksmanship, and even more confident in Gong Zijun's skill.

Gong Zijun sat across from Fu Qitang, his eyes kept on him, just like many times before.

Therefore, when Fu Qitang's expression changed, Gong Zijun had already realized something in advance.

He ducked toward the end of the bed, several butter knives coming out at the same time.

The bullets passing by at super high speed almost flew past his side face, and shot into the shoulder of the blood-red ghost without any deviation.

"Roar!!!"

Blood burst from the shoulder of the blood-red ghost, and a large piece of minced meat fell to the ground. Its movement was blocked by the force brought by the bullet, and it paused for a moment. The butter knife followed and inserted into the ghost's left eye socket, the middle of the neck and the right chest respectively.

The blood-red ghost's figure shook violently, and his mouth opened and closed several times like a split scar. It seemed that he wanted to roar, but his throat was cut by a butter knife, and he could only make a "ho ho" sound of air leakage.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and only then did Gong Zijun stand firmly on the ground.

He didn't have to look back, just listening to the sound, he could tell that the eyes, neck, and heart were not the fatal points of the ghost. Although the three butter knives had caused some damage, the ghost still had the ability to move.

That being the case, Gong Zijun squinted his eyes, casually grabbed the blue and white baffle on the hospital bed and held it in front of him.

This baffle was originally fixed on both sides of the hospital bed by two hollow iron bars. It is usually stored at the end of the bed, and it is pulled out when eating. It becomes a small dining table for patients to place dishes, which is convenient and stable.

But Naihe Gong Zijun's arm was amazing, he grabbed the iron bar on one side with one hand, and tore off the whole baffle without changing his face.

"Fuck...Popeye," Fatty Bai shivered under the bed while still not forgetting to comment, "It's better not to eat the high-end version of spinach!"

Gong Zijun pressed the shield in front of him, and collided head-on with the blood-red figure rushing towards him.

The astonishing reaction force caused a slight pause in the movements of one person and one ghost. Fu Qitang saw the timing and fired two shots at the ghost from the side. Sparks were fired, and the other shot hit Ghost Shadow's waist.

A mass of flesh and blood burst out, splashing on the baffle and making a "sizzling" sound, and the baffle was corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Gong Zijun didn't panic at all, his hand firmly grasped the protrusion on the inside of the baffle, and took advantage of the moment when the ghost was shot by the bullet to bully him, a butter knife appeared in the other hand.

He used the baffle as a shield, firmly confining the ghost behind this flimsy shield that might break at any time.

The ghost figure rushed left and right, and the baffle followed it to the left or right.

At the same time, Gong Zijun took the hand holding the shield as the center, preemptively struck the ghost at the moment when it was trying to break through, kept moving in the same direction as it, but circled behind it at an extremely fast speed, and then raised the knife and dropped it, One of its arms was directly cut off.

The ghost reaction was also extremely fast, turning its head and biting, a large amount of disgusting sour smell spewed out of its mouth.

But at this time, the baffle turned around and returned to its original position, reappearing among humans and ghosts.

The arm that was thrown into the air landed in front of him with a "bang", the fat man was startled, and his head hit the bed, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"I'm going! What the hell!"

"Hide well, don't shout, be careful picking soft persimmons." Fu Qitang said.

However, the ghost may have this idea, but it doesn't have the time. It has been tightly entangled by Gong Zijun, and every time it tries to rush out from behind the baffle, it will pay the price of an ear, half of a shoulder, or even another arm.

[19: Look at this technology, this level, I sincerely invite everyone to appreciate the aesthetics of mad wolf slaughter]

[54: It's really a familiar picture, never tired of watching it]

[07: To tell the truth, even killing a chicken is not so easy, mad wolf’s method is absolutely perfect]

A few minutes later, the last leg was lost, and it was cut into a human pig... The blood-red ghost of the ghost pig let out a final growl, and fell to the ground before the baffle was completely shattered.

"It's over?" Fatty Bai was taken aback, feeling that it seemed a little too simple.

"Well, come out, be careful not to touch the minced meat on the ground, this thing is corrosive." Fu Qitang said.

He temporarily put the gun away, walked over to pick up the butter knives thrown out by Gong Zijun just now from the stumps on the ground, "Are you dead?"

"Yeah." Gong Zijun nodded, and casually threw the corroded, pitted baffle aside.

In the same way that a dead enemy is a good enemy, a killed ghost is a reassuring good ghost.

Although the blood-red ghost that fell on the ground was cut into a ghost stick, it didn't look so scary. Instead, it stood by the side as if nothing had happened, took the butter knife from Fu Qitang, and was pulling the bed sheet to wipe off the blood on the knife. Zijun is even more terrifying.

"It's a ghost, but it's more like some kind of biochemical monster. It still maintains a human shape overall. It has no skin. The muscle tissue is directly exposed to the air. The flesh and blood are corrosive and can enter through doors. The attack power is higher than that of ordinary humans," Fu Qitang observed Ghosting's remnant carefully, looked up at Gong Zijun, and joked, "But it's much lower than my old and vigorous father."

Gong Zijun lowered his head and smiled, he didn't mind, but rubbed his head, his tone was full of smile, "Good boy."

"...You're still addicted."

"Isn't it okay to cooperate with you in acting?"

After the "father and son" who obviously had an improper relationship finished sticking together, the fat white man who crawled out from under the bed raised his hand and said seriously, "I have a question..."

"Say." Fu Qitang waved his hand in agreement.

"Do you think that this ghost looks like a human being after shedding its skin?" The fat man swallowed, gesticulating with both hands, "If you imagine human skin as a shell, a pupa, this guy It just came out of it."

On the second floor, No. 3 infusion room.

Wearing a bulky black suit and combing his hair back, the short man, who looked like a real estate salesman, walked around the rows of seats carefully, walked to the door as quietly as possible, and put his face against the glass towards the fast He glanced at it, then drew back.

"How is it?" The young and beautiful white-collar woman standing in the corner asked hastily, her voice was low and hurried, with obvious panic, "Is it... gone?"

"I didn't see it, it seems to be gone." The salesman also replied softly.

Half an hour ago, when they learned that everyone had to enter the safe ward within a few minutes to avoid the ghosts, almost all the newcomers panicked.They rushed towards the nearest safe ward in a swarm. Although they seemed to vaguely hear someone telling them to disperse and hide, no one listened.

Are you kidding me? I really don’t think I’ve seen supernatural movies before. Scattering and hiding in places with ghosts is no different from courting death?

What's more, people's instinct is to stick together, even if it is useless at all, as long as you are in a crowded place, you will feel a sense of security.

The salesman glanced at the female white-collar worker, and then his eyes fell on another young man who was puffing. He frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Can you stop smoking, the doors and windows are locked now, once you smoke The whole house smells."

"Yes, and what if a ghost is brought in..." The female white-collar worker also echoed.

The young man who is not very old, but he is definitely an old smoker in terms of smoking age, rolled his eyelids lazily, took a deep breath on purpose, and then exhaled the white smoke into a smoke ring, and said with a sneer, "Why are you so afraid of being so scared?" Look, don’t worry, ghosts can’t get in. This is a safe ward.”

"But No. 1 infusion room is also a safe ward, so the ghost has entered." The female white-collar worker said.

The movement in the infusion room No. 1 just now was not small. Although the three people couldn't see what happened inside, just listening to the sound, combined with the barrage, was enough to make up the terrifying scene.

"Anyway, it's better to be cautious," said the salesman.

There were three people in the room, two to one, and the smoking man had no intention of causing an argument, so he shrugged, threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stamped it out with his feet, "Okay, there are so many of you, listen Is your head office okay?"

The salesman frowned again, feeling rather displeased, but considering that now was not the time to get angry, he took a deep breath, suppressed his unhappiness, and asked, "How much time is left?"

He asked how long until the end of the rounds.

The female white-collar worker looked up at the electronic clock on the wall, which showed that it was 2:38 in the morning, and this round of games started at 2:10.

"Two minutes." The female white-collar worker murmured, gradually letting out a sigh of relief.

There are only 2 minutes left, we must be able to hold on.

The salesman also breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he regrets it very much now. He knew that he should not have tried to make things easier just now, so he hastily squeezed in here with the others.

They are all newcomers, if there is a temporary change like the one next door, they have no room to fight back and escape, and can only be slaughtered by ghosts.

What a mistake.

Next, we still have to hug the thighs of those old players as much as possible, and stay with them, even if the sky falls, the taller ones will go up first.

After the salesman made up his mind, he heard the female white-collar worker say again: "There is only one minute left!"

Great.

It's finally over.

Just as the salesman was thinking, through the glass on the door, he suddenly saw a crimson thing hanging from above.

Long, soft-looking, with a round cutout at the top, it seems to be a plastic hose?

How could such a thing appear?Is the ceiling outside cracked?

"There's something..."

The salesman reminded in a low voice, and took a few steps back vigilantly, but his gaze could not help but trace upwards——

A huge lump of meat suddenly fell down!

A flat female face can be vaguely seen in the middle of the piece of meat. Its eyebrows are thin and curved, and the brow bone is extremely three-dimensional. The bulge forms two sarcoids that wobble as the whole mass wobbles.

"Hey Hey……"

The piece of meat was hanging on the red plastic hose, swaying and hitting the door panel, and hoarse laughter came out of his mouth from time to time.

The salesman's scalp tingled when he saw this scene!I just felt that all the strength in my body was drained, and a strange coldness quickly came from the soles of my feet, and within a few seconds, he was tightly grasped.

"Hey...someone..."

Along the plastic hose, the meaty girl slid down little by little, and her entire face was stuck to the glass of the door panel, and the two lumps of sarcoid protruding out of the eye sockets were squeezed almost to burst.

No, that's not a plastic hose at all, but the tentacles of the hunk girl!

It's all like a giant octopus!

"What the fuck is this monster!"

Panicked, the smoking man backed away to the depths of the room, but he forgot that he was sitting in a row of seats. In his panic, he directly brought down the entire row of plastic seats, taking the infusion solution next to him with him. The shelf also went down, and half of the unfinished bottle of potion fell to the ground, splashing glass shards.

"Someone! There is really someone hehe!"

More tentacles protruded from the back of the hunk girl, and they slapped the door panel frantically, faster and faster.

"vomit--!"

The female white-collar worker who saw the whole picture of the meaty woman vomited before she had time to scream.

"...No, this is a safe ward, you can't come in..." the salesman muttered, sweating profusely.

How long is left, should it be here? !

Whose 1 minute is so long? ! !

Finally, a piercing bell rang, followed by a gentle male voice.

"This round of ward rounds is over. Now announce the next round of safe wards—"

"call--"

As if a drowning person regained oxygen, the salesman finally let go of his hanging heart. When he turned his head, the meaty girl hanging in mid-air had quietly disappeared at some point.