"Chu Jiu!"

Jiao Tailang picked up the painting on the ground, his fingers trembling, he finally glanced at the door separating life and death in front of him, gritted his teeth and ran downstairs.

The long torture has exhausted him physically and mentally, but he dare not give up, nor can he give up.

He can't die, he wants to take this hope to live on behalf of Chu Jiu, Xu Yi, and all the people who have died...

The moment he rushed out of the building, the light and shadow in front of him changed, and he knew that Chu Jiu had completed her mission.

What appeared in front of him were three dark buildings.

Safe apartment.

But unlike what we saw before, the Ping An apartment is now shrouded in a weird atmosphere, and the dark clouds are so low that it seems to crush the building.

There is no sound in the apartment.

He walked slowly towards the apartment. When passing by Building 1, he paused briefly for a few seconds, standing downstairs and looking up, feeling completely different.

Before, he just felt dilapidated and deserted, but now the building in his eyes was pitch black, like a huge coffin erected.

Occasionally, I don't know which window reflects a little light, as if half-opened eyes are staring at approaching living people maliciously.

Taking a deep breath, looking down, staring at the empty hall, Jiao Tailang felt uncomfortable for no reason.

It seems that as soon as he walks in, he will be swallowed up by this building that is already alive.

In the next second, a black shadow flashed quickly in the hall.

"Taro!" Weng Qing appeared in front of the lobby of Building 1 like a gust of wind, seeming to be bound by something, and she did not step out of the door.

She looked worried, and her eyes were full of concern when she looked at Jiao Tailang.

"Sister Qing!" Jiao Tailang's eyes lit up. He was still worried just now whether the abnormal changes that occurred in the copy would harm Sister Qing.

He ran over in a few steps, "Sister Love." He said anxiously, "What's the matter?"

Weng Qing pulled him and walked in, seemingly more nervous than him, "Don't stand stupidly outside." Weng Qing said quickly, "Come in."

First, Weng Qing did not pull Jiao Tailang. For the second time, Jiao Tailang checked sister Qing's eyes before following her into Building 1.

"Taro, I remember it, I remember it all." Weng Qing looked at him, the fear in her eyes almost melted into substance: "A terrible guy created us, and he lives... ."

"Building 3, room 808."

"Yes, and he doesn't have a name, his name is taboo here, he calls himself nothing, all...everyone is awakened, they are all awake!"

Jiao Tailang looked at Weng Qing's nervous eyes and couldn't help being moved. He naturally knew who Weng Qing said they were.

It's a ghost.

It is a new strange story derived from the person who was killed.

It's similar to Liu Guo who was dealt with by Sister Qing.

"Don't go out, you will be dead if you go out!" Weng Qing took Jiao Tailang's hand and said earnestly: "You stay in my house and don't go anywhere. In my house, they can't get in, I won't Let them hurt you!"

"Thank you, Sister Qing." Jiao Tailang shook his head and said in an unquestionable tone: "I must find someone else."

After persuading him several times, Jiao Tailang reached out his hand and hugged Weng Qing, "Please take care of yourself." After speaking, he turned and ran towards the gate.

He is going to Room 808. It is best if he can find Hao Shuai and them halfway. If he can't find them, then he will hand over the painting to Lin Chen.

Awaken the kindness she used to create timelessly.

But the next second, a voice rang in his ears, "Taro." It was Weng Qing's voice, "Forgive me, I can't watch you go to death!"

Immediately afterwards, Jiao Tailang felt his body lighter, and then he was carried on his shoulders by Weng Qing and ran upstairs.

"Taro, I won't hurt you, you just went, and you just died, no one is his opponent." Weng Qing completely ignored Taro's struggle, after all, in her eyes, human power is extremely small.

"Okay." In the end, Jiao Tailang finally compromised, "Perhaps you are right, but my teammates bought this item with their lives. I can stay, but they need this item."

Weng Qing's eyes were overjoyed, "What do you want to do?"

"Hang this painting at the gate. If they are still alive, they will take it away." Jiao Tailang said as he put the painting in his backpack, and then handed it to Weng Qing, "Sister Qing, I'm sorry for you."

Seeing Jiao Tailang's swearing eyes, Weng Qing nodded, "Don't worry, Taro."

The two went all the way back to the gate, holding the bags in their hands, and Weng Qing completely let go of their hearts. The importance of this painting to Jiao Tailang is self-evident.

Although she didn't want to do this, Weng Qing felt very uncomfortable when she saw Jiao Tailang's gradually dimming eyes.

But she knew that if Taro was let go, he would die without life.

"Too...Taro." As soon as Weng Qing opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Jiao Tailang, "Sister Qing, there is nothing to say, I know you are for my good."

He tightened his lips, Weng Qing nodded, then looked around, changing his tone and said, "Where are we hanging the bag?"

"There." Jiao Tailang pointed to a position.

It's a little far away from the two.

"Okay." Weng Qing nodded and walked towards there, although Weng Qing felt that Jiao Tailang was just seeking comfort in his heart.

I'm afraid...I'm afraid those people are dead now.

But she didn't click, she didn't want to see Taro disappointed.

She secretly poked in her heart. After waiting for a while, she would find an opportunity to go out, and then came back and told Taro that his friends had survived because of the paintings he sent.

Perhaps this would make him feel better.

"Can you hang it here?" Weng Qing stood on tiptoe, trying to hang the bag higher and more conspicuous.

There is no sound behind him.

Weng Qing looked back at ~lightnovelpub.net~ and immediately turned her head. There was still the shadow of Jiao Tailang behind her. About a few tens of meters away from the door, a figure was rushing towards Building 3.

Torn the backpack, it was empty inside.

Jiao Tailang ran desperately, not daring to turn his head. He was worried that Sister Qing would catch him back, and he was also worried about seeing Sister Qing's anxious and helpless face because he was worried about himself.

But the result was similar to what he thought, he just heard the cry of sister Qing.

Since not long ago, everything here has changed, all living people have disappeared, and the whole world has become a feast for the dead.

And that building was restricted by Sister Love, and she couldn't leave.

Touching the painting in his pocket, Jiao Tailang's eyes became determined. Through the pocket, he could even feel the temperature of the painting.

"Wait for me." Jiao Tailang looked at Building 3, which was getting closer and closer, with light flowing in his eyes, "Hao Shuai, Jiang Fugui, you must hold on, we want to live together... !"

The next second, he jumped up the stairs in front of Building 3.