Summoning Infinite Movie

A familiar face protruded from the crack of the door.

The woman hiding in Su An's room turned out to be a pork belly chicken.

As soon as Pork Belly Chicken raised her eyes, she saw the blood ax and watermelon knife hanging above her head.

"Killing for money?" She rolled her eyes and retreated into the room, "I will not accompany you."

"Why are you here?" Jiang Jibei immediately stretched out his hand to support the door panel, not giving Pork Belly Chicken a chance to close the door, "Where's Su An?"

"It's inside." Pork Belly Chicken held the door behind the door, preventing him from pushing it open. "Put down the ax and talk."

The two of them exerted their strength through the door panel, forming a subtle confrontation.

"Acquaintance?" Seeing that something was wrong, Mao Maotou inserted the watermelon knife back into his belt, and pushed the door open for Jiang Jibei.

The pork belly chicken on the opposite side of the door disregarded the relationship on the spot: "I'm not familiar with it."

"Unfamiliar? Then you have to ask more clearly." A Yao also joined the door-pushing battle.

Cao Sheng pointed to his elbow, then turned to look at Chi Xian: "I'm not good at exerting strength."

Chi Xian was silent for a few seconds: "The three of them are enough."

As soon as the words fell, the pork belly chicken couldn't hold on to the strength of the three men, let go of the hand holding the door, and took a few steps back into the house.

The door of Room 507 was knocked heavily on the wall, making a loud "boom".

Jiang Jibei and Maomaotou managed to stabilize their bodies, while Ayao suddenly fell into the room, knees on the ground, and knelt down beside the pig belly and chicken feet with a "plop".

Jiang Jibei felt that such scenes seemed familiar.

Pork Belly Chicken folded his arms and looked at A Yao: "Get up, don't break me."

"Why are you here?" Jiang Jibei lowered his hand holding the axe, stared into the eyes of the pig-bellied chicken, and asked again.

Pork Belly Chicken saw the suspicious look on his face, and was about to answer, Su An's voice suddenly came from inside the room: "I, I have a fever, that is..."

As he said that, Su An coughed a few more times: "Ahem... It's just that my throat still hurts."

Coughing, he walked to the pig belly chicken and appeared in front of everyone.

With just one glance, Jiang Jibei noticed that Su An's face was extremely pale, as if a layer of lime powder had been applied, showing a deadly look.

"I am whoring here." Pork Belly Chicken answered Jiang Jibei's question calmly.

Jiang Jibei: "..."

Su An's pale face suddenly turned red when he heard the words of the pig belly chicken, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

But he didn't deny it.

Jiang Jibei keenly noticed that the pork-bellied chicken had changed into a suit of loose men's clothing.

This dress...is Su An's?

"It's about this time, young man, you still have thoughts—" A Yao got up, and reached out to grab Su An's shoulder.

Pork Belly Chicken waved his hand at the right time, and blocked Ah Yao, and his tone suddenly became serious: "Don't touch him."

"I understand, I understand." A Yao glanced at the pork belly chicken, then at Su An, rubbing his hands and laughing, "I don't have that kind of plan."

"What kind of plan?" Cao Sheng was puzzled.

It seems that when Logan started making trouble, he didn't go to the scene to watch.

"You don't know? Isn't she and that Logan—" Mao Maotou glanced at Cao Sheng in surprise, then at Su An, and finally at Pork Belly Chicken, "Are you torturing graduate students again?"

As early as when Logan made a big fuss with pork belly and chicken, most people knew the relationship between the two of them well.

Pork belly chicken's indifference towards logan is also obvious to all.

"How do you say the old saying? Eating in a bowl, looking at the pot?" A Yao pointed at the pork belly chicken, "Rogen's body just got cold, but you slept on someone else's bed."

"Don't point your index finger at me." Pork Belly Chicken patted A Yao's hand.

When she heard the news of Logan's death just now, she was surprised for a moment, and seemed to know nothing about it.

But in the next second, Pork Belly Chicken withdrew his expression and asked indifferently: "Logan is finally dead?"

"'Finally'." Ah Yao turned around and gave everyone a "Look" expression.

"Blood loss? Infection? Monster? Or did he become a monster?" Pork Belly Chicken asked.

Jiang Jibei leaned against the door, quietly observing the expression of the pig-bellied chicken.

When she was surprised, her eyebrows were raised naturally, not like she was lying. Although she had no mercy for Logan, her expression was serious when she questioned him.

"It was killed by the monster. To be precise, it was killed by Wei Lian who turned into a monster." Jiang Jibei stared at her and replied, "Wei Lian and Li Le came up to the fifth floor and killed many people along the way."

"Oh." Pork Belly Chicken tilted his head and recalled.

"Didn't knock on your door?"

"Knock it, don't care." Pork Belly Chicken said confidently, "I'm busy."

"The fire has reached the door of the house, how chic..." A Yao fanned the flames again.

"Then what happened to them killing others?" Chi Xian asked.

"I didn't hear it." Su An, who hadn't answered the conversation, shook his head, "I only heard a knock on the door, and then someone opened the door... I guess he was killed before he could make a sound."

"Then where are they going now?" Pork Belly Chicken asked.

"I don't know." Jiang Jibei said, "The red mist just cleared, I guess most of them are still hiding in the apartment."

Taking the opportunity to speak, he shifted his gaze to Su An, and looked at him calmly.

Su An was wearing clean clothes and looked like a normal fresh male college student.

There was nothing wrong with him except that his face was pale and he looked weak.

"When did you come up to the fifth floor?" Jiang Jibei turned his gaze back to the pig-bellied chicken and continued to ask.

"It was midnight last night." Pork Belly Chicken said.

"Hasn't come out all this time?"

"No." Pork Belly Chicken was annoyed by the question, "Is there any problem now?"

Jiang Jibei: "..."

In a crisis-ridden environment, if you are a normal person, you probably don't have the will to do anything. "Whoring until now" is definitely the worst excuse, and even a three-year-old would find it outrageous.

But that's where the pig belly chicken is. She started off as a prostitute, and everything made sense.

Jiang Jibei's thoughts turned, and when he thought, "Could the system send the pig belly chicken the task of 'whoring one every day'?", the brain processor instantly announced a strike.

It's so weird, even if it's a lie, it's too weird.

Now, it's the pig belly chicken's turn to ask the question: "We found a monster and died, what are you going to do now?"

Cao Sheng said at this time: "I have an idea, there must be people who hide their infection. We gathered all the surviving people in the apartment together, and the men and women lived in two rooms separately, so that it would be convenient for each other. Observation and supervision. If someone is abnormal, you can find out immediately."

Hearing his proposal, Su An hesitated for a moment, and raised her hand like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Cao Sheng finally looked like a teacher: "This classmate, tell me."

Su An said: "My throat is still not good, and I keep coughing, which may affect other people's sleep at night."

Pork Belly Chicken also leaned back slightly, with a dissatisfied tone: "Men and women live separately, how can I whoring?"

Cao Sheng's face was wrinkled like a pumpkin, he didn't know whether it was from the pain or he was shocked by the words of the pork belly chicken: "Hiss——"

A Yao started to come up with bad ideas: "Well, you two will stay here and live happily together - and I will be here to supervise you."

Mao Maotou's scalp was numb when he heard it, and seeing A Yao's serious expression, he also expressed his opinion: "So we can't get together at all, it's boring."

Mao Maotou's words successfully restarted Jiang Jibei's brain.

Jiang Jibei turned to look at Cao Sheng: "No, live together, if someone suddenly mutates, it's very convenient to kill the whole house."

"It's unrealistic." Chi Xian supported Jiang Jibei.

"It's boring." Mao Mao shrugged.

"It's too crowded." Ah Yao's short-term rental apartment is comfortable.

"That's right." Pork Belly Chicken took a deep breath and choked out these three words.

Jiang Jibei was very suspicious that what she wanted to say was something that the TV station was not allowed to broadcast, so she just held back in front of them.

"I cough." Su An cooperated with "cough cough" twice.

Cao Sheng's face became even more distorted.

As a teacher, he finally came to his senses. He was so angry that he ignored the wounds on his body. He rolled up his sleeves and walked in front of Su An: "You are still sick—"

The scene was chaotic in an instant.

Just as Jiang Jibei was about to speak, a system prompt sounded in his head suddenly.

[Dear experiencer Mr. Jiang Jibei, now I am sending you a private plot task for the character: Before the end of this movie, you need to unconditionally assist your assistant and help the assistant complete his plot task. 】

This task is very confusing and extremely broad.

Jiang Jibei asked with his heart voice: "What is the plot task of my assistant?"

[Please judge by yourself based on the behavior of your assistant. 】

The system made people confused, and added another sentence at the end.

[Note, it is forbidden to directly ask the assistant about the task content. 】

Just guess the riddle.

Jiang Jibei recalled what Chi Xian had done in the past few days: eating, sleeping, blocking doors, moving supplies, and killing monsters.

And sleep with him.

Other than that, completely clueless.

He asked with some uncertainty: "Does my assistant know my mission? You shouldn't send my assistant a task like 'help the experiencer complete the plot mission', let's make dolls with each other?"

The system stopped answering and began to play dead again.

Jiang Jibei: "..."

Jiang Jibei glanced at Chi Xian, saw that his face was normal, and quickly looked around everyone.

Everyone has different expressions, and it seems that they have all received the task of the system.

Especially Cao Sheng, Jiang Jibei noticed that he had a quick look at Chi Xian.

Although he quickly shifted his gaze, Cao Sheng's expression became serious.

Did Cao Sheng know any clues?

Is it related to Chi Xian?

"This is just an idea. Since everyone thinks it's wrong, let's forget it." When Jiang Jibei was observing Cao Sheng, Cao Sheng suddenly said, "Wei Lian and Li Le may have escaped from the apartment. Hide outside the yard. Let's check the apartment again from top to bottom, and after confirming it's safe, call everyone out to discuss the situation."

"Row."

"So be it."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Is this your plan?" Pork Belly Chicken noticed the wound on Cao Sheng's body, "Is the wound okay? Are you going to school?"

"Look again." Cao Sheng glanced in the direction of her line of sight, not paying attention.

Seeing that Cao Sheng and the others were about to leave, Su An turned to Pork Belly Chicken and said, "Sister, you should go back too."

The pork belly chicken hesitated for a while.

Before she could express her opinion, Cao Sheng who was standing at the door dragged her out of the room: "Don't harm the students."

Su An took advantage of the situation and closed the door.

Ayao couldn't hold back the "hee hee hee" laughter, and whispered to Mao Maotou with a beaming smile: "She was abandoned by someone, it's called the wicked will be tortured by the wicked."

But his voice was so loud that Pork Belly Chicken could hear it clearly: "..."

There was no sign of Li Le and Wei Lian in the apartment.

After being told that it was safe for the time being, some tenants left the house to help Jiang Jibei and others dispose of the corpse.

They moved all the corpses downstairs, piled them on the open space in the courtyard, covered them with several layers of paper shells, and poured oil on them "tons and tons".

A Yao knocked on the door of the kind-hearted tenant on the third floor, got back the curtain package containing the mantis hand blade, took out the other hand blade under the table in the corridor on the second floor, and went back to the yard.

Throwing them into the pile of corpses, and pouring oil on them, Cao Sheng crumpled a piece of paper into a ball, ignited it and popped it out.

The ball of paper flew precisely into the pile of corpses, and the mountain-high flames burst into flames.

"Warehouse?" With the crackling sound, Jiang Jibei approached Chi Xian and asked in a low voice.

Cao Sheng and the others didn't find the hidden door of the warehouse in the master bedroom of the landlord's house, but when they went around the back of the apartment, they found the big iron door of the warehouse for buying goods.

Cao Sheng pushed the door and left after finding it impossible to enter.

Mao Maotou wanted to break in the door, but the watermelon knife was no match for the iron door, and the blade curled after just a few strikes. He immediately stopped cutting the door, and turned to Chi Xian for a whetstone in shock.

At that time, Mao Maotou looked solemn: "You can have no hair, but the knife can't be disadvantageous!"

"The warehouse is locked, and only I have the key." Chi Xian knew what Jiang Jibei was thinking, and there was no way the monster could hide inside.

"Too many people died, the ceiling on the third floor is bleeding." At this moment, Ah Yao who was on the side complained to everyone, "How can I live here?!"

"Bleeding?" Hearing A Yao's words, Jiang Ji raised an eyebrow at Chi Xian, "Go and see."

Chi Xian nodded, and while everyone was chatting, he and Jiang Jibei left the fire and went upstairs quietly.

As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs between the second and third floors, Jiang Jibei suddenly stopped.

He turned around and confirmed to Chi Xian: "Dabao died at the stairs on the second floor."

"Yes." Chi Xian didn't know why Jiang Jibei stopped suddenly, but he still answered according to his words.

Jiang Jibei frowned: "Then he was dragged by Li Le and Wei Lian to the stairs on the third floor."

"Correct."

"Then you moved it to this corner, where I was standing." Jiang Jibei stood still at the corner.

There wasn't much blood where he was standing, and the big bag of blood had already drained on the second floor.

"Yes," Chi Xian walked to Jiang Jibei's side, "You want to say—"

"The others died in the corridor." Jiang Jibei gave Chi Xian a place, and then gestured him to look at the ceiling at the corner with his eyes, "Then, why is there blood here?"

Chi Xian looked in the direction indicated by Jiang Jibei.

On the ceiling at the corner, there were a few purple blood stains abruptly distributed. They didn't look like blood splatter marks, nor did they look like the blood stains that appeared when the cement was soaked in blood.

Judging from the shape, they are more like eyes that have not yet opened.

After staring at the blood stains for a few seconds, Chi Xian felt that the scene around him began to distort.

He saw the ceiling in front of him gradually turning into a huge piece of rotten meat, and heard heavy breathing like a blower coming from his ears.

But when you listen carefully, the wheezing becomes a loud, noisy "click, click".

This chaotic voice echoed in Chi Xian's mind, and it became louder and louder.

The rotten meat gushed out black mud, drowning him instantly.

Chi Xian's eyes were dark.

The sound of mechanical impact came from all directions, and he seemed to be in a meat grinder.

"Ah Xian, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Jibei's voice suddenly came from afar.

Chi Xian felt his face being patted.

He blinked and realized he was still standing in the hallway.

Chi Xian raised his head and looked up again.

The blood stains were still in place, like hyphae, slowly spreading to the surrounding area with his breathing.

The author has something to say: guess ovo

I have edited the copywriting of the revised document, and I will write this first for the next one↓Poke the author's column to collect~

Copywriting of "The Fake Young Master He Has Been Blackened Again":

Chen Zhao, the young master of the No. [-] Sword Sect family in Xianmen, was suddenly told that he was wrong, and now the Chen family wanted to take the real young master back.

People who eat melons: No wonder you can only cut fruit plates, and you don’t even know how to fly with a sword. It turns out that you are a mortal!

Amidst the ridicule, Chen Zhao didn't even see the real young master, and went back to his biological parents in a fit of anger.

On his first night home, he received an admission letter from Class Q of Jiangmo High School.

Class Q of Jiangmo High School gathered all kinds of students with high IQ problems. It is said that the leader is an unprecedented super crazy batch. A flame ball once blasted the teaching building out of the Milky Way.

In order not to be bullied, Chen Zhao decided to strike first.

On the first day of school, he dyed his hair blond, put on a big gold chain, and swaggered across the street with a sword on his shoulder: "I've turned black, I'm super fierce, don't mess with me :)

However, I was still blocked in the toilet by the real bad students to tease me: "Why haven't I seen you before? Where are you from, a pretty little widow?"

The terrified Chen Zhao gritted his teeth and lied: "You can't curse your hands! Be careful that he blows you up!"

Bad student:"???"

The bearer who happened to be washing his hands outside: "..."

The school is now using the method of sending wives to persuade students?

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Class q had a beautiful little follower behind him, who cut the fruit plate quickly and well, and was quickly welcomed by the whole class.

One day when talking about sad things, Chen Zhao complained casually: "That real young master must be a scheming white lotus, I was forced to leave home because of him!"

The students were filled with righteous indignation, drew their swords and sprayed flames, and clamored to vent their anger for the class pet.

Chen Zhao didn't see it, but the handle who was helping him heat the instant noodles with Palm Flame had a subtle expression on his face.

At the end of the first semester, Chen Zhao, who had a double harvest of love and friendship, brought the object back to the home of his biological parents.

Seeing the handle, the parents asked in surprise: "Why are you back?"

Chen Zhao looked confused: "Do you know my parents?"

Carrying the handle casually: "Oh, I am that white lotus."