Before Gu Ping could think about it, Xiang Chong turned around and trotted forward.
"Alas, alas? Danger!"
Gu Ping took a break and was about to stop him, but Ning An reached out to block him.
"Let him go."
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He is walking and running.
His steps became lighter and lighter, and with every step he took, the burden on his body seemed to get lighter.
He couldn't help but rush forward - as if - someone pushed him.
No, not as if.
Xiang Chong forced himself to half-turn his head and vaguely saw the man behind him keeping his forward posture and a weird smile.
The people in front stopped, and most of the previously restless crowd had subsided.
They turned their heads, the corners of their mouths opened in the same weird arc, and stretched out their hands toward Chong as if they were crying or laughing.
As if to help him.
The thick fog that had dissipated suddenly poured out from the lake and enveloped everyone.
Xiang Chong held the dagger tightly and threw it into the door.
A ferocious explosion suppressed the crowd's chaos.
"The fish is hooked!"
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Oops!
Ning An, who had just stepped off the bridge, suddenly turned around and saw the commotion. Half of them were crying and running out, and the other half were screaming and rushing in. The police who were maintaining order were also confused and could only stare with their walkie-talkies.
Puppetry?
ice?
The fish is hooked!
It’s the “real puppet-angler”!
How could it be? How could it be it!
Isn't this the early stage of the disaster? How did you provoke such a growth-type true puppet?
"You guys! Get in the car!"
"Oh, oh! Good!"
Cai Ya didn't dare to breathe. She huddled in the back seat of the police car and felt relieved when she caught a glimpse of the police officer holding a pistol in the driver's seat.
Ning'an settled down with the two of them, believing that he was the most benevolent and righteous person.
If he is a "fisherman", he cannot protect himself. Now the police car is the safest place he can think of.
"Ning... Ning'an."
Ning An turned his head, his eyes becoming impatient. Every time he lost his time, the angler would become stronger. He was not willing to stay here for one more second.
"……for you."
Cai Ya thrust the medical kit into Ning An's hands, turned around and retreated back into the police car, curling up and trembling slightly.
"Thank you."
Time was running out, so Ning An picked out a few recognizable items, held them in his hands, and devoted himself to stepping on the bridge again.
The young man lowered his eyes, jumped onto the guardrail, pressed his knife and rushed towards the gymnasium.
…
boom!
When the last zombie stepped into the gymnasium, Ning An leaned forward and rushed in before the door closed.
As expected.
Ning An looked at everything in front of him and took a deep breath.
With his back against the wall, he held a knife in both hands.
The seats in the stadium are red and white. The entrance is on the top floor. The seats are arranged in a spiral downwards. There is a circular arena on the bottom floor, which is quite reminiscent of the ancient Roman Colosseum.
At this time, most of the audience had no intention of watching the game, and the "angler" in the center was held up in the air by the current, much higher than the top level.
I saw that the inside of its white bones was shining with orchid fire. The tattered raincoat covered its somewhat stooped body. It held a wooden stick in both arms, exposing part of its torso covered with black hair. On the stick, there was a "bait" inserted. ".
The man was still very much alive, and even though he was pierced by a finely barbed wooden stick, his screams were still loud and clear.
"Hahaha! Okay! Okay! Jin Yi, you should have died long ago! You should have died long ago! Wuwuwu..."
In the arena, women with disheveled hair sat on their knees and cheered wildly, tearing their clothes and using their bruised bodies to tell the story of the men's atrocities.
boom!
The man landed.
The cheers stopped abruptly, and the woman stared blankly at the man in front of her who was full of injuries and resentment, with a look of fear on her face.
"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!"
The man didn't understand why he was still alive. He stared at the woman with his eyes falling from his sockets, and screamed and rushed towards her.
The arena was like hell, with countless men and women fighting. After they fell, black energy rose up and entered the eyes of the instigator above.
This bait does not catch shrimps, it only catches resentment.
The stronger the resentment, the stronger the angler.
When an angler is saturated with resentment, his strength will reach the second level of peak!
By then, Ning'an can't even hurt him in the slightest!
"Idiots about men and women are nothing more than shrimps and crabs."
Like the whisper of an ancient god, harsh and muddy, the fisherman's wooden stick hesitated for a moment in the audience. When it was pointed at the fat man with a big belly, the flames in his eyes seemed to light up a little.
"Good bait, good bait!"
puff!
The wooden stick stretched for more than ten meters silently, and penetrated the fat torso lightly. The man was hanging in the air, his eyes were bulging out in pain, and he suddenly started screaming.
"Old dog Wu!"
In the arena, the short-haired man's eyes were split open, his fists were clenched and bleeding, and his screams were even louder than the sounds of fighting.
The man is Xiang Chong.
Resentment soared into the sky, like a black beam of light the size of a bowl.
The fisherman was overjoyed and danced. In the joy, the man on the stick became more and more human-like. He shook the head of the stick, and a puddle of mud flew out of the man's body. When the mud hit the ground, it began to squirm and kneaded itself into a watery beauty.
"elder sister……"
Xiang Chong's eyes widened, tears welling up in his eyes, and he stumbled to help the naked woman lying on the ground.
"Sister, sister, you, how are you..."
"Xiao Chong..."
Suddenly, cuts appeared on the woman's body, some were cut by knives, some were struck by whips, some were burned by cigarette butts, and some were hit by blunt objects. Blood could not stop pouring out, and Xiang Chong was so horrified that he quickly covered the wounds.
However, there were more and more wounds, and the woman gradually turned into a bloody person.
She was no longer human, but she just used all her strength to raise her finger, pointed at the obese man in mid-air, and spoke weakly:
"Xiao Chong, sister hurts..."
Looking at the pool of pus in his arms, Xiang Chong felt something explode in his head. He just raised his head blankly and stared at the screaming fat pig.
"You deserve to die..."
"You deserve to die!"
A black beam of light suddenly rose, and screams and hoarse laughter echoed in the gymnasium.
Boom!
The wooden stick blocked the exploding sword light and stopped the flying sword that was shooting towards Xiang Chong in the field.
"Boy from the Ning family, hurry up!"
"Kill him quickly!"
"Once this kid dies, the angler will be at most one level of average strength!"
"You and I will work together to kill him!"
Ning An looked for his voice and was so shocked that he almost lost his grip on the long knife in his hand.
Taoist disciple Jing Yu?
Why is he here? !
