But it wasn't enough, the black flames retreated under the invasion of the red fissures, the terrifying breath spread, and Wu's consciousness began to blur.

Devouring, killing... like the devil's babble, bewitching in its ears.

It needs to devour more doors so that it won't be abandoned again.

That feeling of being thrown away like garbage, it must never be done a second time.

No one can be trusted, it can only believe in itself and the knife in its hand...

The blurred vision gradually focused, and the pupils shrank into a gap, without staring at the sleeping Jiang Cheng's face, the man didn't know anything about it.

"kill him."

"The door that devoured him."

...

The faint sound stimulated it and eroded its last consciousness.

The red fissure continued to devour Wu's body, and the black flame had been compressed to the neck, just at the last moment when the fissure was about to break through the critical point.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wu caught a glimpse of the small table and the tightly closed, inconspicuous drawer.

Its eyes were dazed for a moment, and it turned its head sharply and slammed into the window.

There was no sound of glass breaking, and almost all the black shadows wrapped in red cracks passed through the window strangely and disappeared into the vast night.

...

It is a few hundred miles away from Rongcheng.

An old man with thinning hair woke up slowly in a three-story old western-style building located in the suburbs.

His body is much better than he looks, and he doesn't usually have the habit of waking up at night, but recently, he can't sleep.

After all, he was not here for vacation, but to hide, or to put it more bluntly, to escape.

The old man put his hands in front of him and lay down for a while, but he still didn't get sleepy. In the end, he didn't know what was bothering him. He sighed, got up, got out of bed, took a piece of clothes and put it on his body and walked out the door. go.

Open the bedroom door and walk along the corridor towards the study on the other side.

But before he reached the door of the study, he stopped, the study door was ajar, and light came out along the crack of the door.

In his study...there is someone!

who is it?

Mingming is the only one who has the key to the study!

Before he had time to be afraid, the old man immediately took out the pistol on his waist.

There are some documents hidden in the study. If they are stolen, it will be a big trouble. I don't know how many innocent people will die tragically in the hands of those guys.

Pushing the door open, it was quiet in the study.

Only the lamp on the table was on, and with the light, a figure could be seen sitting behind the desk, in the position of the old man, but, strangely, his back was facing him.

is a man.

After recognizing the clothes on the back, the old man slowly put down the gun. Although he was a little confused, the old man had already confirmed the identity of this person.

It was the captain of the small team sent from above to protect him.

"Captain Zhou." The old man put away his gun and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "It's so late, what are you doing in my study? If you have anything urgent, you can go to me directly..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a "squeak--" and the swivel chair slowly turned around.

The moment he saw the man sitting above, the hair on the old man's body exploded, and a cold air rushed to the top of his head from the soles of his feet.

The man on the swivel chair raised his head exaggeratedly, his mouth opened wide, his hollow eye sockets were sunken, his muscles contracted, and his bluish-purple skin was dry like tree bark.

It's a mummified corpse!

In just half a night, Captain Zhou, who was in charge of his safety, turned into a mummified corpse!

Before the old man could recover from the shock, a coquettish laughter sounded, "Giggle, Mr. Huang, don't be afraid, the little girl is being polite here."

"Who?!" The old man immediately raised his gun and aimed it at the location where the voice came from.

From a dark corner of the study, a charming woman walked out.

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, her slender waist twisted and twisted like a boneless snake.

The woman looked at the old man with a charming face, full of provocation in her eyes. This invisible breath was the most deadly.

"Mr. Huang." The woman pretended to sigh, "You said you lived so old, how could you still not understand the situation?"

"Our people have contacted you many times, and the price offered is enough for you and your family to live the rest of your life comfortably, but you just don't listen to our persuasion and insist on going against us."

"It's alright now, your whole family is going to die, why are you suffering?"

"Also." The woman smiled contemptuously and glanced at the mummified corpse on the seat, "I found a team whose captain barely reached rank B to protect you, how do you not take our night watchman seriously?"

The old man pulled the trigger without hesitation, but a strange and terrifying scene happened. His hand holding the gun was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if his blood had been sucked dry.

"Ah! Ahhh...ah!" The pistol fell to the ground, the old man clutched his dry right hand and couldn't help screaming, cold sweat dripping from his face.

"It's true that there is a way to heaven if you don't go, and there is no way to go to hell." The woman didn't move, she raised her chin and sneered.

"You...you people, will not end well!" The old man reluctantly shouted, "Someone will clean up you!"

"Maybe, but Mr. Huang, you and your family won't be able to see that day." The woman stretched out her slender tongue, and the tip of it ran across her red lips.

[To tell the truth, recently I have been using Mimi to read and read books to keep up with updates, switch sources, and read aloud tones, which can be used by Android and Apple. 】

"Snake Girl~lightnovelpub.net~ Stop talking nonsense with a dead person, we still have another goal." Another man's voice sounded in the room, as rough as a handful of sand stuck in his throat.

"Don't worry, Sand Ghost, we have plenty of time." The woman stared at the distressed old man, the light in her eyes as if she was admiring a work of art.

The Sand Ghost and the Snake Girl are both code names. They are both human beings, disciples who carry the door, and belong to the special department of the night watchman.

Even the Executive Department of the Night's Watch did not know that such a terrifying killer team existed within them.

They only obey the orders of the highest level of the night watchman, and they are also one of the cards that the night watchman secretly prepares.

With a "click" sound, the room became quiet, and the old man was twisted by a strange force and his neck was broken.

No, not only the neck, but the old man's entire body twisted strangely, as if he was entangled by an invisible giant python, and then twisted violently.

"Bah, old thing." The woman took out the dagger, shook her waist, and walked towards the old man's body without paying any attention.

But just as she squatted down, suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her ankle.

It's the old man!

Under the terrified expression of the female killer codenamed Snake Girl, the old man swayed and stood up. His whole body was smashed by a huge force. At this moment, he was wriggling strangely, and his **** face turned to Snake Girl.

"How...how could this happen?" The Snake Woman resisted vigorously, but the old man's hands were like iron tongs, "Sand ghost, hurry up, save me! Hurry up..."

But her cry for help was obviously useless, because the sand ghost, who had high hopes for her, was already one step ahead of her and died.

The mummified corpse also came to life, and at the moment it was piercing the sand ghost's chest with its sharp fingers, digging out his heart.

With a crisp "click", the woman's neck twisted, completely cutting off her breath.