Chapter 1325: I'm hanging up, I'm going to hang up
After Song Xiang finished speaking, Chu Xun reacted and looked to his side.
Tan Shu, disappeared.
"Teacher Tan, you want to stand under the sun, and of course I won't accompany you into hell."
After she finished speaking, Chu Xun's face turned red and his breathing began to quicken.
He frowned and looked for the medicine he had brought with him, but found that there was none.
"Is it with Teacher Tan?" Song Xiang asked.
Chu Xun covered his chest, which heaved violently. He tried to raise the gun with his other hand, but found that he had no strength at all.
Song Xiang had difficulty breathing, but after several days of hellish treatment, she could still hold on.
She tried to get up and fell to the ground.
After failing several times in a row, Chu Xun on the opposite side was not in a hurry anymore when he saw this.
"You are sick and there is no medicine. You will die soon, right?" Song Xiang continued to stimulate him.
Chu Xun raised his head, and his broken hair fell down from his forehead, covering his gloomy eyes.
He could hardly speak loudly, and the sounds he made were choppy.
"Xiaoyi, it would be nice to have you die with me."
With that said, he forced himself to get up from the wheelchair and pointed the wooden warehouse at Song Xiang.
Bang!
The machine fell to the ground.
Chu Xun was forced to sit back by the strong recoil. He looked in the direction of Song Xiang, but he didn't expect that she could escape.
In fact, he couldn't aim just now.
"The wooden warehouse is gone too, why don't you try calling out to the desperate people outside," Song Xiang said.
Chu Xun lowered his arms, his face gradually turned purple, and he couldn't even speak, let alone shouting.
Song Xiang was just happy when something flew into the small room.
In an instant, a fire was set off and the curtain beside the bed was lit.
Her pupils shrank suddenly, and her mind quickly thought of countermeasures.
When Chu Xun saw this, he was actually happy. He struggled out of the wheelchair and lay on the ground.
Song Xiang thought he was going to reach the wooden warehouse, so he tried his best to kick open the wooden warehouse. When he let out a sigh of relief, Chu Xun grabbed his ankle.
She was startled, lying on the ground and turning sideways to meet Chu Xun's gaze.
Damn! He actually wants to drag her to death with him.
The small house was full of flammable materials, and the people outside were entangled with each other, but no one noticed it.
Song Xiang watched the smoke rising up to the roof, and saw that there was going to be a flashover. He gasped for air so anxiously that he felt that his lungs were about to explode.
"Severe...severe cold!"
I used up all my strength to shout this, and took in a big mouthful of thick smoke.
There was a buzzing in my ears, and my mind began to lose consciousness again.
Unfortunately, we have reached the last step. It would be too depressing to die in this small shabby room.
She turned her face sideways and saw the world of fire in a trance.
Thump! The sound of breaking glass was mixed with the deafening sound of machinery.
Song Xiang was suffocated, and she felt someone break through the fire and reach her side.
Her eyesight went dark and she couldn't see anything.
…
"It's over, do you think my mother really won't wake up?"
"Don't say anything unlucky."
"Damn, they're so cruel. I just went to see my dad and I feel like he's going to die."
"Tsk, please be quiet."
"I can't be quiet. Neither of them gave me a brother. I feel uncomfortable."
Song Xiang:???
Are there talkative people in the dead world?
His body was light and light, his eyes were filled with white light, he heard sounds, but he couldn't touch anyone.
She tried to shout, "Stern Han..."
"I'll go, I'm hearing hallucinations, I feel like my mother is talking."
"Don't make any noise, it's causing me to hear hallucinations."