At 1:14 in the afternoon, in the newly renovated luxurious and luxurious guest room.
The Gree air conditioner, worth more than 10,000 soft girl coins, slowly delivers air-conditioning. The whole room is cool. Compared with the hot summer outside, it is like a completely different world.
Zhang Wei, who should have been sitting comfortably on the sofa to kill the afternoon, was walking around uneasily with a bottle of Kunlun Mountain mineral water worth more than 90 yuan per box.
Death is coming!
Even though he knew that Chu Feng was in the next room, he was still afraid from the bottom of his heart. For no other reason than fear of torture, torture that would be worse than life.
As someone who has watched the "Death Is Coming" series of movies, he clearly remembers how painful those people were before they died.
"Taoist Priest, are you there?"
Zhang Wei, who couldn't stand the silence of fear, shouted at the top of his lungs.
No response.
In a nervous mood, Zhang Wei held the mineral water bottle tightly, walked to the door in three steps and then reached out to twist the doorknob.
The doorknob didn't move at all.
Damn it, the Taoist priest locked the door.
Zhang Wei kicked the door angrily several times and walked towards the window. As soon as he opened the curtains, a strange wind blew in.
"The God of Death, the God of Death is coming, Taoist Priest"
Zhang Wei, who has watched the movie, remembers that every time the God of Death kills someone, a gust of wind appears.
From the next room, still no response.
Zhang Wei, who did not want to be tortured and killed, immediately turned off the main power supply.
I walked a few steps to the household electrical distribution box and opened the lid. Before I could close it, sparks exploded in front of me.
"Fuck"
Zhang Wei suddenly leaned back and fell miserably.
Puff puff, the distribution box kept emitting sparks.
In his desperation, Zhang Wei lost his sense of measure and threw the mineral water bottle in his hand. With a bang, the water bottle exploded and water splashed everywhere.
Water can transmit electricity.
Zhang Wei, who was on top of his pig teammate, came to his senses and hid behind in a panic. Unexpectedly, his feet were unstable and he fell to the ground again.
"Ma Dan"
Zhang Wei cursed lowly, stood up and looked up.
On the ground not far away, the water in the water bottle strangely merged into a stream and flowed over like a small snake.
"Ri, you wouldn't be so shameless"
Zhang Wei cursed and quickly got up from the ground. Unexpectedly, his feet slipped again and he fell backwards.
This time it hit the cabinet directly under the kitchen sink.
He subconsciously reached out to grab the cabinet wall to support himself, but what he didn't expect was a piece of cloth.
His body inevitably fell to the ground. When he was about to get up with a grin on his face, three knives fell down one after another. A boning knife was inserted into his mouth, a fruit knife was inserted into his left eye, and a cutting knife was chopped into his left eye. on the throat.
"Ho ho ho..."
Zhang Wei covered his neck and kept struggling, but to no avail.
Blood spurted out continuously, making his face look like a gourd of blood.
The flowing water that looked like a small snake before changed its direction and came towards me bit by bit.
When it was less than a foot away from Zhang Wei, a mutton-fat jade purification bottle suddenly appeared in the air, releasing a strong suction force, like a black hole.
The flowing water was sucked in like a small snake.
The door creaked open, and Chu Feng's head poked in.
Seeing that Zhang Wei was not dead yet, he closed the door again.
"Ho ho ho..."
Zhang Wei made one last struggle and raised his neck, but failed. He tilted his head and died.
The door opened again, Chu Feng walked in, waved a few times, and everything returned to normal.
"This way of dying is quite new."
Seeing Zhang Wei's death, Chu Feng smiled and
Fortunately, Zhang Wei was dead and couldn't hear anything, otherwise he would have had to spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Host, no life forms were detected from that stream of water."
The system voice sounded.
Chu Feng, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, nodded and released the 1.9-turn golden elixir gas from his fingers and entered Zhang Wei's body.
One minute, two minutes.
Chu Feng frowned slightly. Could it be that the effect was reduced because he had used it once before?
"Ahem..."
Following a cough, Zhang Wei opened his eyes with a confused look on his face.
He seems to have forgotten what just happened.
"You're okay"
Chu Feng said lightly.
Zhang Wei stared at Chu Feng for a few seconds, then suddenly his eyes shrank and he shrank back with a look of shock. It seemed that he just remembered what he had just encountered.
"Don't look at your own injuries"
Chu Feng's tone was still calm.
"my injury"
Zhang Wei quickly reached out and touched his neck, and his hand was smooth.
"No injuries at all. That's great, Damn. I was scared to death just now. I thought I was really going to die. Well, no, when I was about to die just now, I heard the sound of you opening the door. Why did you do that Don’t you save me now?”
"Yes? You heard wrong"
Chu Feng smiled and shook his head.
"Did I hear wrongly?"
Zhang Wei looked confused.
"Don't think about the past, aren't you better?"
Chu Feng said with a smile.
"That's right... Death is here, it's just bullshit"
Zhang Wei's mood became high again.
Chu Feng, who had already reached the door, turned around and added.
“This is the first time”
The excitement that just appeared on Zhang Wei's face was suddenly replaced by haze.
The coming of death is a cycle. The first time is unsuccessful, there will be a second time, and a third time, until death.
"Taoist Priest, can't we just let people torture us like dogs?"
Zhang Wei said unwillingly.
"To use this analogy, have you asked the dog?"
Chu Feng joked.
Zhang Wei: "..."
"To say the least, it's you, not us. Even if the God of Death comes, it won't hurt me at all."
Chu Feng said unceremoniously.
"Taoist Master, can you stop being so direct?"
Zhang Wei looked sad.
"Pindao, go see Hui Hai"
Chu Feng closed the door, walked through an open space, and came to the door of another house.
"Host, you are here early, the claws of death have not yet reached out to Hui Hai."
The system voice sounded.
"Then wait a moment"
Chu Feng didn't knock on the door, just stood there.
After a while, various noises and Hui Hai's shouts came from the room.
"Taoist Master, save me"
"Fire"
"Old bastard, hurry up and save me, ah"
Accompanied by Hui Hai's tragic cry, there was a boom and an explosion occurred. Amid the powerful impact, debris flew and black smoke billowed.
The house that had just been renovated was ruined.
Chu Feng, who was not touched by any dust, walked in and saw a bald man lying on the ground with his body in tatters and bleeding from seven holes.
"This way of death is unexpected."
A smile appeared on Chu Feng's face.
"How is Huihai?"
Zhang Wei hurried in and coughed violently even though he was covering his nose.
"on the ground"
Chu Feng waved his hand to disperse the dust and smoke in the room, and nodded casually toward the ground.
Zhang Wei looked down, shook his head and sighed: "Oh, Master Huihai is cold."
