Altar of Infinity

After Ann died, some of the machinery and equipment in the funeral parlor lost power, but the corpse broke into the corridor first and killed Ann when Ann was not prepared.

Before Ann died, someone opened the door of the morgue.

Who is it?

The door lock of the morgue cannot be unlocked with the employee card after today's work is over, and the columbarium system will not grant the night shift employee the permission to open the door with the employee card unless the night shift personnel are selected.

The two persons in the mortuary testified for each other that the door to the mortuary was closed when they left and that they had no motive to release the body.

Ann was the last one to arrive at the cafeteria, and she also had the ability to open the door of the morgue, but Ann's behavior before death didn't look like she did it.

Her greatest wish is to be buried with Zen.

Could it be that besides them, there are No. 11 people in the funeral home...

Xie Ji thought about it in his head, and didn't delay in his hands. He dug out the bow, torch, and lighter from the previous storage compartment, and returned to the cafeteria after finding the things.

The five people standing in the corridor stared intently at the scene through the windows.

Jiang Jichu somehow jumped to the top of the remotest dining window, which was more than two meters above the ground. He was sitting on a long platform, still holding a boning knife in his right hand, but a wooden stick with a thread at the end of the stick in his left hand. Tie up a cucumber and play with corpses like fishing.

Xie Ji laughed.

He was also worried about whether Jiang Jichu would be injured, but he was more relaxed here than he was.

Seeing him come back, the five of them quickly gave up their seats.

Xie Ji opened the window and waved to Jiang Jichu sitting on the top of the dining window.

Jiang Ji glanced at him for the first time, threw the stick together with the cucumber to a far corner, stood up straight and jumped off the platform.

He landed steadily on the "冂"-shaped isolation belt formed by the accumulation of various sundries, jumped to the ground without stopping, and turned over through the window to the corridor in two or three steps.

Jiang Jichu's departure made the group of corpses face the window again, Xie Ji didn't have time to exchange pleasantries, and ordered concisely: "Run."

The five people rushed to the other end of the corridor, but Jiang Jichu stopped where he was.

Xie Ji raised his eyebrows, he didn't chase anyone away, he took out a lighter from his pocket and threw it to Jiang Jichu.

He put the torch on the bow, hooked the bowstring with his slender fingers, and when the string was full, Jiang Jichu tacitly lit the torch with a lighter.

The firelight reflected on Xie Ji's face, outlining his brows and eyes warmly and resolutely.

"Whoosh-"

There are gaps in the isolation zone where debris such as tables, chairs and benches are piled up.

The torch pierced through one of the gaps and hit the robot placed in the dining window, and the flame spread instantly between the robot and the dining windows.

After seeing the flames, Xie Ji pulled Jiang Jichu around and ran away.

He counted down the time in his heart, and at the last moment he jumped with Jiang Jichu.

The robot exploded in the cafeteria, shaking the entire funeral home. The flames burst out of the cafeteria, dyeing the corridors bright red, the dust shook off, and the glass everywhere cracked and smashed to the ground.

"what……!"

"Break up!"

Xie Ji got up and patted the ashes on his clothes. Only then did he have the time to care about his teammates.

Xie Ji: "You didn't get hurt just now, did you?"

Jiang Jichu: "No."

Xie Ji: "I see you are having a good time fishing on it."

Jiang Jichu: "Boring."

They chatted without saying a word, as if the explosion that affected the entire funeral home just now was like a child's throwing a cannon, and it was not worth paying attention to at all.

But the five people who had obeyed the order and ran to the end of the corridor earlier reacted much more normally, happily rejoicing, and some jumped up on the spot.

"Awesome! It really exploded!"

"And not a single corpse came out!!"

"Walk around, put out the fire! I'll go to the control room that Brother Xie said to manually activate the fire extinguishing system."

"I'm going to get the fire extinguisher I prepared in advance!"

"The scale of the fire is the same as Brother Xie said, we will definitely be able to control it!"

Those who stop at the first level are below the average level, but when they have a backbone, they can also exert their strength.

Xie Ji and Jiang Jichu didn't continue walking, they stood by the wall to rest, planning to wait for the remaining five people to join them before going to put out the fire together.

The flames from the explosion raised the temperature of the entire corridor a lot, even Jiang Jichu felt hot even wearing a coat.

He took off his coat and held it in his arms, and said to Xie Zhi: "You are very accurate with your bow, where is your gun?"

"A little more accurate than a bow," Xie Ji, "Why do you ask this?"

Jiang Jichu: "Just ask."

Xie Ji guessed: "The ceiling of the cafeteria should be lifted."

Jiang Jichu: "Yes."

Xie Ji: "We can't stay for too long. The funeral home is our checkpoint. If the checkpoint is destroyed, we don't know what the consequences will be. We have to leave tomorrow at the latest. Tonight..."

Jiang Jichu stood opposite Xie Ji, he caught a glimpse of something, and interrupted hastily: "Be careful!"

Xie Ji was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly felt a chilling killing intent.

He started to learn martial arts when he was young, with a special teacher, or the wild roads in the streets and alleys, he had contact with various genres, and later traveled alone at home and abroad.

Years of experience have trained his instinct to perceive danger, as well as his superhuman reaction speed and precise judgment.

Before hearing the sharp blade piercing through the sky, Xie Ji subconsciously made a judgment on the killing intent that came quietly.

Without any resentment, and without any emotion.

It's just a simple, pure, and neat killing intent.

The killing intent was attacking him from behind at an inestimable speed.

Experience and muscle memory prompted Xie Ji to dodge to the side, and turned his head to see the killing move clearly.

But he only had time to see the blade flashing coldly from top to bottom, coming with a thunderbolt.

This was the fastest knife he had encountered since he could remember.

The moment he found the blade, Xie Ji made a judgment and couldn't avoid it.

To his left is a wall, behind him is a raised architectural decoration, and to his right is Jiang Jichu, who cannot be avoided.

Xie Ji raised his arms, trying to grab the smallest gap and resist with the smallest loss.

But in the next moment, a figure stood in front of him.

Due to the positioning problem, Jiang Jichu saw the blade earlier than him, and also judged that it was too late to dodge.

At the same time as the knife slid down, Jiang Jichu also moved.

The blade cut through the cloth and cut through the flesh.

Blood splashed in front of Xie Ji's eyes again.

Xie Ji's pupils shrank.

His shoulders sank, and an extremely small muffled hum came from his ears, as if he was stubbornly enduring the pain to the extreme.

In Yu Guangzhong was Jiang Jichu's slightly frowned brows, and in front of him was Zhang Ming who was maintaining a knife-holding posture with a face as dead as white paper.

Xie Ji didn't have time to call out Jiang Jichu's name, he just stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, before Zhang Ming took the knife away, he sideways led Jiang Jichu to avoid the knife's edge at the critical moment, then bent his legs and kicked Zhang Ming's heart.

He withdrew his strength, and kicked Zhang Ming several meters away.

Xie Ji glanced sideways at Jiang Jichu, then looked warily at Zhang Ming who was trying to get up from the ground.

Xie Ji: "Jiang Jichu! How are you?"

Jiang Jichu leaned on Xie Ji's shoulder, his eyes closed tightly, and his breathing was short.

After hearing Xie Ji's call, he gritted his teeth and adjusted his posture, trying to see clearly who it was that stabbed him in the back again.

"I'm fine..."

Because Xie sent an order, several people who fled to the end of the corridor in advance to avoid the explosion were coming to meet them in a row.

So Xie Ji didn't take precautions. He didn't expect Zhang Ming to hide in the middle without making a sound, and suddenly wanted to stab him.

Seeing that Zhang Ming was going crazy, the other four ran to Xie Ji's back, leaving only Zhang Ming in front of them.

"what--!"

"what happened!"

"Zhang Ming! Zhang Ming, what are you doing!"

Zhang Ming ignored it and stood up shaking his body.

Intestines poured down from the hem of the blood-stained short sleeve, and the blood splashed all over the floor.

"My grass!"

"This fucking can still stand up?!"

"Brother Xie kicked his stomach through?"

Xie Ji: "I kicked his chest."

No matter how powerful he is, he can't kick people's chests and make their intestines flow out, right? !

While Xie Ji was concerned about Jiang Jichu's injury, he looked at Zhang Ming who was standing upright again.

Zhang Ming's state was very strange. First of all, his complexion was different from that of ordinary people, but more like the corpse lying on the window glass of the cafeteria.

Moreover, Zhang Ming's chest didn't rise and fall violently after such a strenuous movement, and even his facial expression didn't show any pain.

Xie Ji: "Zhang Ming is no longer human!"

Someone may be able to move after an outflow of bowels, but no one can stop breathing, no one can go against the body's response.

The incident happened suddenly just now, several corpses rushed into the cafeteria, and Zhang Ming was sitting near the entrance, so he must have been attacked at that time.

Xie Ji carefully handed Jiang Jichu to the person standing behind him, he had to subdue Zhang Ming.

As soon as he let go, Zhang Ming rushed forward with a knife.

Xie Ji dodged it, and his backhand was an elbow, but Zhang Ming turned his body to one side and dodged his attack.

The more Xie Ji fought against Zhang Ming, the more surprised he felt.

Based on his understanding of Zhang Ming, it is impossible for Zhang Ming to have such a fast speed and such excellent fighting skills.

If there was, Jiang Jichu wouldn't be able to easily hit the panda in the eye.

During the fight, Xie Ji deliberately listened to Zhang Ming's breathing and heartbeat.

Just as he thought, Zhang Ming no longer has the physical characteristics of a human being.

A few rounds later, Xie Ji hit Zhang Ming's wrist joint with a punch, and the knife fell with the sound of bone cracking.

He took advantage of the victory and pursued, his arm passed through Zhang Ming's arm, and he carried the man over his shoulder and threw him obliquely to the far wall.

Any wound he inflicted on Zhang Ming's body was enough pain for an adult to lose strength and collapse, but Zhang Ming seemed not to feel the pain, and sat upright again tremblingly leaning against the wall.

Xie Ji: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhang Ming's voice was very flat, like a machine without emotion: "Some things, if you do them, you have to pay the price."

When Zhang Ming's words fell to the ground, Jiang Jichu couldn't bear it any longer, pushed away the person who was supporting him, ignored the bleeding wound on his back, leaped over Xie Ji, picked up Zhang Ming's knife that had fallen on the ground, and rushed towards him. Zhang Ming.

Xie Ji heard Jiang Jichu's scolding: "I haven't suffered such a big loss in low-level levels."

He saw Jiang Jichu put his knees firmly against Zhang Ming's chest to overwhelm him. The knife was raised high and carried the wind downward. After penetrating Zhang Ming's mouth and skull, it was deeply embedded in the floor.