After hearing the voice of Jiao Tailang, Weng Qing's hand holding the knife loosened, and the big knife fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The hideous face slowly returned to normal, and after killing Li Maoshen, the woman finally had a break with her former self.

Turning around, looking at this young face, the emotion in Weng Qing's eyes almost overflowed. After a while, her bloodied lips trembled, "Thank you, Taro."

In fact, her initial plan was to let Taro hide in the bedroom, but she didn't expect this fool to use herself as a bait to seduce Li Maoshen.

This was unexpected by Weng Qing.

Compared with Li Maoshen's slick mouth, the man in front of him is silly and cute.

He promised to seek justice for himself and let Li Maoshen atone for his actions, and he really did it.

"Sister Qing..." Jiao Tailang leaned against the wall, "The people who hurt you have already paid the price, and you have to walk out of the past."

"Don't torture yourself anymore." Jiao Tailang looked at Weng Qing and said in a pleading tone: "Sister Qing is the best person," he paused unnaturally, and after a while, he showed a bright smile: "You will meet better people."

The last sentence changed Weng Qing's eyes slightly.

In an instant, she appeared in front of Jiao Tailang. At this moment, Jiao Tailang leaned forward with her back against the wall.

He held one hand on his abdomen, although his expression was smiling, his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth were straightened.

"Tick."

Weng Qing watched as a drop of bright red blood flowed from Jiao Tailang's fingers, and then dripped to the ground, like a sword pierced into his eyes.

Soon, the blood pooled into a stream.

Pulling away Jiao Tailang's hand, Weng Qing saw a shocking scene. A huge wound almost penetrated through Jiao Tailang's body.

It was when he hugged Li Maoshen.

Weng Qing's eyes turned red immediately, "Taro." Weng Qing used two hands to cover the wound of Jiao Tailang, but the bright red was pouring out like money, and she couldn't stop it.

Life is passing like sand between fingers.

But the most helpless thing is that you know this, but you can't change it.

Jiao Tailang was originally relatively white, but his blood loss made his face paler. He leaned against the wall and slowly fell to the ground.

The bright red dyed my feet and stepped on it, even a little slippery.

Weng Qing is at a loss. She is just a ghost, but not a god. She can do a lot of things and has power that ordinary people can't. But now she can't do anything.

She gritted her teeth, trying to move Jiao Tailang's body to make him more comfortable, but the hand she stretched out was caught by Jiao Tailang.

The latter shook his head weakly, indicating that she didn't need it, "cough cough..." There was blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his head was leaning against the wall, but the eyes looking at Weng Qing were still warm.

"Qing...Sister Qing." Jiao Tailang tried his best to pull out a nice smile, Weng Qing pulled his hand, fingers trembling, "I will become something like that after I die, right? ?"

Weng Qing couldn't help rolling in tears, but still did not fall, "No, Taro, you will...you will stay forever, and I will be with you."

"But I will become a new strange story..." Jiao Tailang looked at one wall, and seemed to be able to see Building 3 behind the wall through this wall.

"Sister Qing, it's not easy for them to walk all the way up to now, I don't want...I don't want to cause them trouble after death."

Weng Qing stared, and immediately understood what this man wanted to do, "Taro..."

"Sister Qing, I know you must have a way, right?" Jiao Tailang interrupted her and smiled, then struggled to get up, and hugged Weng Qing into his arms.

"Please kill me before I become a strange story." He hugged Weng Qing's body, feeling the last softness, "Please."

......

"You... don't come over!" the fat man yelled, looking very powerful.

Wei Jinting looked up and down on the fat man, the butterfly blade in his hand flew up and down, and the fat man couldn't see clearly.

He probably knew how far he was from the man in front of him.

"You leave the way now." Wei Jinting said slowly, "I can consider not killing you."

The fat man turned his head and glanced at the door of 808, then swallowed, his body was motionless, his neck turned back, and he asked in a low voice, "Can you change the terms?"

"no."

"I really didn't let you in, mainly because..." The fat man's eyes suddenly became concerned, "It's too dangerous inside. I'm mainly worried about your safety."

"If you think about it, you are an orphan. Once something happens, there won't be even a dead body, so embarrassing."

Tilting his neck, Wei Jinting stared at the fat man, as if he was choosing where to cut his meat.

"I changed my mind." Wei Jinting said indifferently: "Anyway, Hao Shuai will die, so I will stay outside to play with you, okay?"

Hearing that the fat man's legs softened, he almost cried, "Don't don't, I'm not fun at all."

With a grin, Wei Jinting wiped the last bit of blood from the blade on the sleeve of his shirt, then took a step forward and walked towards the fat man, "Is it fun? You have to wait until you have played before you are qualified to draw conclusions."

He walked very slowly, but his aura overwhelmed the fat man more than that.

It could be seen that the fat man turned around and wanted to run, but behind him was the door of room 808. If the lunatic was allowed to enter, the doctor would have to die.

Cruel, the fat man decided to fight Wei Jinting.

At least in terms of physique, I still have a great advantage.

"It's the men, let's go heads-up." The fat man yelled, very imposing, and he could block a large area of ​​light by standing there.

"Don't use knives, let us solve the problem in a man's way." The fat man said, showing his fist a circle larger than a sandbag, and waved and said, "Let you **** power."

did not expect......

Wei Jinting smiled ~lightnovelpub.net~ Throwing away the butterfly blade in his hand, nodded, "Okay."

After speaking, he pointed to his broken arm again, "I will give you another arm, and my right leg is also broken, you want to..." He moved his neck, "Hold it." Chance."

"Fuck!" The fat man looked behind Wei Jinting, shaking his body involuntarily.

Wei Jinting immediately turned his head, but behind him, except for the woman lying motionless in the corner, face down, the corridor was empty.

The strong wind came from behind his head, and the fat man looked awkwardly physique, but only when he moved did he know that his agility and physique were completely out of proportion.

Just when the fat man was surprised to find that his fist was about to hit the opponent, Wei Jinting tilted his head slightly, and after avoiding it, he turned around and hit the fat man's neck with a palm.

With a "puff", the fat man fell to the ground.

The huge physique twitched twice, and finally stopped moving, just like the woman not far away.