Infinite Flow Evil God, he is working again

The corridor on the first floor.

The sound of fierce fighting continued to be heard from the darkness, and the blue light of the electric current and the flame of the bullet ejected flickered from time to time, instantly reflecting the fierce battle in the corridor.

Su Li had just electrocuted a corpse puppet, and the next one rushed from behind. He grabbed the neck of the corpse puppet on the back with his backhand, and drew a wisp of ghost energy from its body.

That wisp of ghost energy immediately wrapped around Su Li's wrist, and poured into his body along his cuff.

Even though he couldn't see it, Su Li was sure that the value of the detector on his wrist was soaring all the way. When he finished killing all the puppet corpses in the corridor, his ghost energy value would be at least four thousand.

Thinking of Su Li, he couldn't help but click his tongue, it was nothing more than one step to the sky.

The battle was still going on, and the props in the backpack were exhausted one by one. In the end, Su Li could only do it himself. He would crush a puppet corpse whenever he encountered one. The overflowing ghost energy kept pouring into his body, and his power expanded rapidly in a short time.

Soon, the dark corridor was quiet, only a few footsteps sounded in the distance, not approaching the attack, but retreating in fear.

Su Li moved his fingers and felt the tyrannical force surging in his body, filling his limbs and bones, spreading along every inch of his flesh and bones, and his body temperature was also slowly dropping, getting closer and closer to the real dead thing.

It feels familiar, like being back in an infinite game world.

Su Li took out the flashlight, flicked the switch, and the dazzling white light instantly lit up, reflecting the corpses all over the corridor.

There were three puppet corpses left, huddled by the wall in the deepest part of the corridor, like a frightened little spider, crawling in panic on the corners and walls.

Su Li raised his foot and walked towards the puppet corpse.

The three puppet corpses became even more panicked in an instant, their black feet stepped on the walls and ceiling, and fled in all directions.

Su Li walked forward calmly. When he rubbed shoulders with the puppet corpse, he raised his arm, and with his slender, white fingers, he gently scratched the void, grabbing the ghost energy from the puppet corpse from a distance of half a meter.

The puppet corpse on the wall plummeted, and the ghostly aura dispersed, leaving behind a twisted corpse.

Plop—another bang.

There was only one dead puppet left in the corridor. It looked different from the other dead puppet. Its neck was twisted 180 degrees, and its whole face hung upside down. Buttoned up, curled up trying to hide.

Su Li walked up to the puppet corpse with its face hanging upside down, and raised his hand.

The puppet shrank back, almost turning itself into a big ball.

Su Li didn't pinch the puppet corpse to death, he touched the puppet corpse's head, his voice was soft, as if he was talking to a pet cat or dog: "From now on, you will follow me, um... by the way, Let’s choose a name, let’s call it Xiao Dao.”

Following his stroking movements, the trembling puppet gradually calmed down, stretched its feet, and stood up, obediently following behind Su Li like a tamed pet.

Su Li turned on the flashlight and walked to a metal door. There were three words written on the door plate - power distribution room.

The surrounding area is still silent, and the surveillance camera on the ceiling silently emits a faint red light, showing the working status conscientiously.

Su Li turned his head to look at the surveillance camera, a mocking smile slipped across his lips, and then he clicked open the door of the power distribution room.

A few seconds later, the lights of the entire clubhouse suddenly dimmed.

Power out.

The monitoring red dot on the ceiling went out at the same time, leaving only the faint light from the flashlight in the corridor.

On the other side, the space Laojun was in was also plunged into darkness.

The screens went off quickly one after another, and he lost all surveillance vision in the blink of an eye.

The dim light fell, covering Laojun's old and proud face.

"Yes, that's it, just follow my suggestion, that's right," Laojun's voice was extremely proud and arrogant, "Keep getting stronger, wait for you...you will become my most beautiful toy."

**

Su Li put on a cat-faced vest, and walked out of the first floor with his new pet, Xiao Piao.

The moment his body stepped out of the fire door, a layer of invisible fluctuations spread silently, distorting his vision for a moment, and when he recovered, Su Li found himself standing in the corridor on the fifth floor of the clubhouse.

At the door of a certain box not far ahead, there were seven or eight puppets besieged, their feet crowded and trampled, the carpet was cut to shreds, the sound of pounding footsteps was intense and excited, they were scrambling to get into the box.

The sound of fighting and shouting continued to come from a certain box, during which there was also the sound of gunshots from special guns, and silver arrows with blue arcs flew out of the box from time to time, shooting at the puppet corpse.

A few wisps of black air immediately overflowed from the wound of the puppet corpse and dissipated into the air.

Su Li looked at the melee in front of him, and reached out to touch Xiaodao's head.

In just a short moment, Xiaodang's body had doubled in size, as big as a hill, his pale face hung down, and his empty eyes were fixed on the front.

It let Su Li touch its head in a daze.

"Go." Su Li withdrew his hand, "Kill them to death."

Xiaodao's stagnant body rushed forward in response, stepped on the carpet with his feet, and made a heavy sound. The puppet corpses at the door of the box were instantly startled, but before they could react, Xiaodao continued to bump into them with the advantage of his huge size. Fly four and quickly wrestle with the others.

After a fierce fight, the corridor returned to calm. Only the crooked and twisted corpses of puppets remained on the carpet. Several of them were still alive and struggling to raise their heads. black tongue.

But even though these things look extremely ferocious, they don't make any noise, only have horrible expressions and weird crooked facial features.

Everything is silent except for the picture.

In the private room, three members of the Supernatural Bureau protected the unconscious club guests behind them, took a step forward carefully, leaned on each other and blocked the door, holding weapons tightly in their hands, and stared vigilantly outside the private room door.

Because of the power outage, only the emergency lights provided weak lighting in the clubhouse, and the long and narrow corridor was dark and dead silent, so quiet that only the sound of their own rapid breathing could be heard.

The carpet at the door of the box was trampled to pieces by the puppet corpses, the wood and cement were turned upside down, and large messy and distorted shadows were cast by the emergency lights.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast on the messy carpet.

The hearts of the three members of the Supernatural Bureau tightened, subconsciously held their breath, and stared at the moving shadow.

The shadow got closer and closer, and they even saw the outline of the long hair around the shadow's waist—Boom!

The sound of heavy footsteps suddenly exploded in the dead silence, and the three of them were so frightened that they almost jumped up.

"咚咚咚" the footsteps suddenly became faster, and quickly approached the box door, another huge and strange puppet corpse was projected over, and then a thick foot fell heavily on the carpet.

The three couldn't help but backed away, and at this moment, a pale grimace hanging upside down came over, staring straight at the box with dark, empty eyes.

One of them pulled the trigger subconsciously, shooting a charged silver arrow, like a white streamer, and quickly pierced the huge puppet corpse outside the door.

But just when the silver arrow was about to hit the face of the puppet corpse, a pale and beautiful hand stretched out, grabbed the silver arrow, and the blue electric arc exploded, curling the white fingers.

The owner of that hand didn't seem to feel any abnormality at all. He bent his fingers slightly, as if it was just a random force, and broke the special metal silver arrow in half.

The corridor fell into an almost frozen silence again.

The person who shot the silver arrows was stunned. The silver arrows were made of special metal, hard and highly conductive. Each one carried a thousand volts of voltage. Even if they couldn't kill the ghost, at least they would release some ghost energy.

But the person who caught the arrow, no, it is impossible for ordinary people to catch the arrow with bare hands so easily, he must be a high-level ghost.

He grabbed the arrow, not only did he not let out any ghost energy, but he also broke the arrow easily?

What kind of perverted existence is this?

As the man thought about it, his pupils narrowed in horror, he couldn't help but backed away, and grabbed the arm of his companion next to him, trying to gain a sense of security.

"Don't be afraid." The voice suddenly sounded in the silence, the tone was steady and calm, but the tone was hoarse and weird, as if it was squeezed out from the throat of someone with a damaged vocal cord, "I'm not here to kill you."

The three people in the Ghost Bureau reacted for two seconds, then stared in horror at the huge puppet corpse at the door.

It looked dull and dull, but turned its mouth mechanically and spit out a human voice.

The three of them were shocked. In the next second, a tall and thin figure suddenly appeared at the door. The emergency light was weak and dim, and the outline of the figure was vaguely outlined.

He is wearing a red and white cat face mask. The red lines are smooth and meandering, outlining the shape of a smiling cat's eyes. Straight black hair hangs down on both sides of the mask, making the mask even more compact and delicate.

He stood quietly in front of the huge puppet corpse, his body was so thin that he looked fragile, but even so, everyone still had a strong intuition in their hearts - he was the master who controlled everything.

The cat face mask smiled and looked at the three members of the Ghost Bureau in the box. He seemed to be talking, but the voice spit out from the puppet corpse in an extremely strange way.

"Want to save someone?" he asked, his hoarse and weird tone was filled with a hint of laughter. If it was replaced by an ordinary human voice, it must be numb and pleasant to hear, but when it comes out of the puppet corpse's throat, it will only make your scalp tingle. of horror.

After waiting for a long time for the three of them to respond, the man raised his voice, and said a word softly and slowly: "Huh?"

The three looked at each other, and one of them said boldly: "How do we know that you are not the ghost of the club that caused all this?"

The man clicked his tongue: "Don't compare me with that trash."

The three looked at each other again.

"Then what can we do to save people?"

**

The Hound stood in a dark corridor.

There is no light around, and it is quiet and dark, but the air is indeed filled with an attractive aroma similar to pastries.

The sweet and greasy smell diffused quietly, brushing the tip of the hound's nose.

"Baby." In the silence, a gentle female voice suddenly sounded, and then the warm yellow light suddenly turned on, reflecting the outline of a bright room.

The small square window was warmly lit, and a woman whose face could not be seen was standing in front of the window, holding a beautiful little cake in her hand.

"You are back, come quickly, come and taste the birthday cake that mom baked for you."

The Hound stood where he was.

Warm light spilled from the room, all the way to the hound's toes.

After a while, he took a step forward and walked towards the woman.

"Baby..." The woman was still standing behind the window, her voice was extremely gentle, "You..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a ray of snow flashed across her throat suddenly, and her whole head fell to the ground.

The hound withdrew his dagger, his pure white mask was cold and strange, and he looked at the woman whose head fell to the ground without emotion.

The woman's figure gradually blurred, and darkness swept over again, engulfing the woman.

The corridor was plunged into darkness again.

The Hound walked through the darkness alone, knife in hand.

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