Lei Zheng was pushed into the rose bushes, his palms were scratched by stones on the ground, and the blood that flowed out was mixed with the dust and disappeared after a while.

"Xu Rong, what are you doing!"

The two fallen people crushed a large piece of roses, and the petals fell to the ground.

Lei Zheng struggled to get up from the ground.

In the dark night, a vine covered with spikes slowly rose from behind Lei Zheng, then wrapped directly around Lei Zheng's neck, pulling back hard, the spikes piercing into the fragile neck, sucking crazily.

With the freshest blood.

Lei Zheng screamed in pain, grabbing the rattan around his neck with both hands, and his feet kept tossing on the ground.

It would be nice if someone could help him at this time.

Lei Zheng looked helplessly at the woman next to him and opened his mouth helplessly.

But she was frightened and just wanted to escape from here.

But before she could get up, dozens of green vines as thick as an adult's wrist came out from nowhere and wrapped tightly around the woman's body.

Instantly turned into a pile of bones.

Soon, Lei Zheng was also entangled with countless canes, shrinking tighter and tighter.

Under the moonlit night, the clear stream flows down day after day. On the bank, blood-red roses grow wildly, one after another, swaying wildly in the wind.

Xu Rong stood there and let the roses surround her.

She looked a little dazed, looked down at her hands, and muttered to herself: "What did I just do..."

The fragrance of roses lingered on the tip of my nose, and the thoughts in my head became increasingly blurry, but a voice became clearer and clearer. It was tireless and shouting crazily: "Kill him, kill them..."

Xu Rong felt as if her head was going to explode. She covered her ears hard and shouted loudly: "Shut up! Shut up!"

"You take care of these roses really well."

Beyond the pain, a voice sounded soft and gentle, with a hint of a smile.

For some reason, this made Xu Rong regain some clarity.

She turned around, and a slender figure in a white skirt came into view. The man had a smile on his face, and the faint light shone on her face, which was bright and dim. The delicate roses around her made her look like the God of Death, who specializes in seducing people's souls.

"You, you..." Xu Rong was so nervous that he couldn't explain clearly, "When did you come here? Isn't it time to change shifts yet?!"

Qinuo smiled slightly, "Just now." She asked with great concern, "Where are your friends?"

"No, I don't know."

Qinuo was a little confused, and pointed at Xu Rong's feet, "How could you not know? Isn't he right next to you?"

Xu Rong looked down indifferently, but at that moment his scalp was numb and his heart was beating wildly.

It was a pale forearm bone, and a hand bone in front of it held her ankle at some point.

But Xu Rong quickly calmed down his emotions and kicked the bone to the side pretending to be calm.

"This is just a bone. I don't understand what you mean."

Qinuo took a step forward, still smiling, "Have you seen her?"

"who?"

"A woman with short hair."

Xu Rong frowned, "Who is that? I've never seen it."

"Then how do you know this will kill them?"

Xu Rong's eyes darkened, "Have you seen everything?"

"I told you, I just came."

Xu Rong narrowed his eyes and suddenly said: "Miss Qi, you are very good, but don't be so gentle next time."
Chapter completed!