"Silly boy, the gray lamp is missing."

Hu Xiaobei frowned and said.

The girl had just searched around the area, but unfortunately she couldn't find the old man in gray robe.

"Don't worry about him."

Wang Jin nodded.

He was not surprised by this.

To be precise, Gray Point does not belong to any party.

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He just wanted to meet Samsara and have a few words with him.

Seeing that Wang Jin's life and death were unknown, there was certainly no need for him to stay and wait for the result.

The reason why he fell into trouble was because he was afraid of Wang Jin, and it was even more impossible to help him.

Otherwise, the madman wouldn't have been fighting alone just now.

Speaking of crazy…

This guy has returned to the Eye of the Ancient God and is lying motionless.

Refining flesh and blood is not a good thing, and self-healing will not eliminate fatigue.

The lunatic can "cut off his arm and replace it with a new one" when it gets sore, but people still can't stand it if things go on like this.

He needs to rest for a while.

Wang Jin noticed the numbers on the chest of his hospital gown that were increasing crazily.

Kou Kou five six three seven four three six seven five

Madman is also a product of the hospital, but he is special.

Every time a hospital-related person is killed, the number on the hospital gown will increase a little, and the self-healing ability will be stronger.

The surge in numbers may prove that hospitals are on board.

Of course, Wang Jin felt that this was more in line with the doctor’s new tricks.

This pervert has already started kidnapping colleagues in the hospital to use as experimental subjects... he really knows how to play.

Shaking his head, he temporarily discarded these irrelevant information.

Wang Jin looked back at his teammates.

Tian Gou stayed at the school gate to protect Zhang Wen.

Tian Luo seemed to be unable to accept her reaction in the illusion, and now she retreated into the villa, unwilling to show up again.

Besides Hu Xiaobei, the only person following Wang Jin was Lu Zhuiwutong.

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There was also Su Xi who was being carried by the two of them.

Wang Jin sighed slightly and turned his head back.

He drew his shotgun and began loading it.

The situation is quite clear.

It's a pity that I don't know what Samsara plans to do.

But at this point there is no need to reason.

Killing him directly and stepping on his head to ask politely is the most efficient way.

Of course, no one wants to have their head stepped on.

"I've been thinking about it,"

Wutong touched his chin and scanned the empty campus.

Jiuchun Middle School, which exists as a scene for ghost stories, covers a large area.

Almost ten times as big as in reality.

But such a big place is undefended... Even a gangster like Wu Tong can tell that something is wrong.

"Since he can set up the illusion a few days in advance, he can come over when we show up."

"Then it's possible that a bunch of images from a few days ago suddenly popped up here."

"Not possible."

Ta-ta.

Wang Jin loaded the shotgun and waved his arm slightly.
Chapter completed!