The space of the operating table in the cottage disappeared, and Duan Lang returned to the abandoned building.

He looked down at the girl huddled in the corner and said, "I will find him, sure."

The little girl raised her head, no longer hated eyes, her clear and beautiful big eyes were full of innocence.

"May I have your name?"

The little girl wrote on the wall:

"red"

"Then let's call you Xiaohong. My neighbor is as old as you, maybe you can talk to you."

Xiaohong stood up and led the way.

Duan Lang said: "My friend is okay?"

Xiaohong pointed upstairs.

I saw that the stairs of the building were changing, and the telephone ghost appeared at the entrance of the stairs, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

He almost cried when he saw Duan Lang.

These victims are so terrifying.

What a difference is the same ghost.

"Xiaohong, thank you."

Duan Lang is not clear about the others, but Xiaohong is a work made by Jian Yutang himself, and her power is even more terrifying.

Suddenly, a red light appeared downstairs, illuminating the entire building.

The little boy who was both the assessment and the female alien wrapped in iron wire, the two teamed up to explore the building.

The eyes on the little boy's forehead released a strong red light, reflecting the shadows around him.

They are the victims.

They were surrounded.

The little boy's face looked extremely ugly.

With the help of the red light, it is impossible for other aliens to be killed.

The power of these victims is simply terrifying. The little boy no longer dares to find clues about Jian Yutang, and just wants to escape from the building.

However, the victims will not let them go.

With the help of the red light, the little boy and the female Yiren saw Duan Lang at the same time.

The female Yiren said: "Humans, let's join forces and escape."

Duan Lang shook his head.

The female alien's face looked ugly.

This human being is ignorant.

"If this continues, everyone will die, so will you."

Duan Lang said: "Not necessarily."

The female alien said in a trembling voice: "Do you have a way to escape?"

"No."

The little girl's figure had disappeared in the corridor, and Duan Lang chased after her.

Seeing Duan Lang leave, the female Yiren said angrily: "Damn human, who do he think he is?"

The little boy said weakly: "Hurry, if you don't leave, you really can't leave."

I saw that the figures of the resentful souls around me gradually shone through red light, and a pale hand had touched the little boy's cheek.

"No, don't."

The little boy screamed madly. As an alien, he was powerless to face such a resentful soul.

The female alien released the iron wire from her body.

The iron wires danced randomly, spreading their teeth and claws, instantly penetrated the body of a resentful soul.

The resentful soul looked down at the iron wire and grabbed it.

corrosion.

The iron wire turned into ashes.

The female alien screamed.

This is not a level of curse power at all.

This building is full of monsters.

The little boy and the female alien were in despair, and the wronged souls kept approaching them, and now they were completely dead.

...

...

Duan Lang chased the little girl all the way to the hidden room.

Xiaohong stood outside the door waiting.

Duan Lang frowned and said, "Do you want me to go in? Is there your body here?"

Xiaohong nodded.

Duan Lang took a deep breath.

Xiaohong seemed unable to control her body and asked him to help him get it!

Duan Lang said: "Can you get my knife back?"

ground.

The black bloodshot condensed, and the slash was sent back.

Duan Lang picked up the knife, cut off the chain of the door, and walked in.

Outside the abandoned building.

Mr. Guo saw Duan Lang walking into the room and said with a serious expression: "Duan Lang has entered the room, and the corpse ghosts in the room have reached three stars."

Zangqing's face changed.

Samsung has reached the terrifying level that must be sealed, and is infinitely close to the forbidden danger level.

Four stars are the forbidden hazard level.

The inspector can only plan and act as a corpse of this level.

Duan Lang walked into the room.

Cold and humid.

Pungent bloody smell.

There was almost no need to shine a ghost flashlight, and he immediately felt a pair of red eyes in the corner staring at him.

The flashlight has arrived.

That's a female angel!

No.

This is Jian Yutang's work, created with Xiaohong's body.

The skin is white and has no blood color. The hands and feet are rhythmic splicing like puppets, and you can also see the links of lines.

There are a pair of wings behind it, which are spliced ​​with white crane feathers.

It looks like a perverted angel.

The angel pounced on it.

Duan Lang used the Thunder Knife without thinking.

The knife directly slashed the angel's neck.

Fires are splashing everywhere.

My arms were numb.

The angel bent his head, his expression was like a puppet lifting a string, and it stretched out its hand to grab the knife on its neck.

"Click!"

The hijab cuts into two pieces.

Duan Lang was shocked and cold sweat eroded his back.

At this time, the angel's soft little hand touched Duan Lang's chest.
To be continued...