Fu Bao groped in the darkness to escape. As he ran, there seemed to be a ray of light in front of him, so he ran faster, almost rolling and crawling when he pushed open the door, and then he saw... the number 7.
"Back to the stairwell again?!" He leaned against the cold wall, feeling ghosts and ghosts in the small space. Countless shadows were shaking. Something wanted to grab him, drag him into the darkness, and then tear him apart. crack……
"Bang bang bang..."
Heavy footsteps echoed in the stairwell. Fu Bao wanted to escape, but where could he escape?
He can't even get out of this building!
what to do? what to do? Waiting to die?
He stumbled and almost fell down.
And just at that moment, the tall and chilling figure was already close at hand. The cold hands grabbed his neck fiercely, slammed him against the wall, and lifted him up.
"...Give it to me!" The living corpse let out a shuddering roar.
"No, don't." He struggled with all his strength, but because his neck was being strangled, his breathing gradually became unsmooth, and his hands gradually lost strength. The black doll he was holding tightly finally fell, "Crack, click, click. "The ground rolled all the way down the stairs.
"Roar." Upon seeing this, the living corpse let go of his hand, threw Fu Bao to the ground, and ran away after the black doll.
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Fu Bao covered his neck and coughed hard for a while before he finally regained his breath. Before he could rejoice that he had survived the disaster, he saw a white shadow flash in front of his eyes, and a small, light figure passed in front of him, heading towards him. Run to the roof.
Little, little white cat?
Fu Bao recognized the little white cat that was passing by and noticed that it was holding a black doll in its mouth. Fu Bao was stunned for a moment. After the little white cat disappeared from sight, he realized something again and hurriedly rolled away. Climbing to the ground, he rushed up to open the safety door and hid behind it. Sure enough, within a few seconds, the sound of "bang bang bang" footsteps rushed up, and the living corpses also chased after him.
"Should we take advantage of this opportunity to escape?" Fu Bao thought for a moment, but gritted his teeth and decided to follow.
Living corpses are scary, but without the Demon King, his life will probably end soon.
After this thought came to his mind, he immediately opened the door, rushed up the stairs, and ran twenty floors before reaching the rooftop out of breath. It was very dark on the rooftop, but he could vaguely see the confrontation between the little white cat and the living corpse.
"Roar...give it to me!" the living corpse roared.
"Don't even think about it!" the little white cat showed its fangs and barked threateningly.
Fu Bao approached quietly, trying to find an opportunity to get the black doll back, but he had no fighting ability. If he rushed into the battle rashly, his life would be in danger, so let's take a look first.
Looking at the side face of the living corpse from a distance, Fu Bao suddenly felt that the face was a bit familiar. After looking at the little white cat, he tentatively called to the living corpse, "...who are you?"
"Roar!" The living corpse roared and turned its head suddenly. The body did not move, but the head turned 180 degrees. Fu Bao was so frightened by this scene that he almost screamed, secretly regretting that he had nothing to do. Make a sound.
"Ha... you continue." He smiled dryly and took a step back.
"Why...are you...not dead?" A low voice came from the mouth of the living corpse. His eyes were stiff and did not move, but there was an obvious viciousness.
Faced with this question, Fu Bao didn't know how to answer. The strong sense of oppression made him almost want to turn around and run away.
But no, he can no longer remain passive like this, "Why do you want to harm me? Who instigated you?"
"Hoho... I'm dead... you're going to die too... you're all going to die." The living corpse showed an unknown smile, the frost on his face fell down, and even the frozen flesh fell off. He lowered his head ferociously. Roar, "Go to hell!"
"Hey, hey, hey." Seeing that the living corpse was about to pounce, Fu Bao hurriedly stepped back, "Help!"
"Meow!" The cat meowed very close at hand. The living corpse was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw a cat head, with heterochromatic eyes twinkling.
I don't know when, the little white cat jumped on the shoulder of the living corpse, and slapped the living corpse's face with its sharp claws. It slapped the living corpse several times until it couldn't react. Then the little white cat purred again and took a mouthful. Bite on the neck of the living corpse.
"Roar!" The living corpse wailed.
Then Fu Bao saw a strange scene. The little white cat bit the neck of the living corpse and dragged it backwards. There was actually a layer of black shadow that seemed to be invisible and was dragged out. Could that... be the soul inside the living corpse?
Surprised, Fu Bao noticed that the black doll was thrown on the edge of the rooftop. This was a good opportunity. He couldn't let the living corpse take away the black doll, but he couldn't give it to Ah Miao either. In Ah Miao's eyes, the Demon King was the same. Objects that need to be eradicated.
With this thought in mind, he moved quietly, preparing to pick up the black doll.
Unexpectedly, the moment he touched the black doll, he suddenly heard a scream. He turned around and saw the living corpse rushing towards him. The little white cat was still pulling the soul of the living corpse, and the black soul was pulled out for a long time. , so long...strategy error!
Before he was hit by a living corpse and fell off the rooftop, Fu Bao only had this sentence in his mind. He didn't expect the living corpse to be so obsessed with the black doll... Damn, are you a crazy admirer of the Demon King? !
"Bang!" The feeling of being hit by a living corpse was like being hit by an out-of-control car. Fu Bao flew up all of a sudden, leaped out in a rolling roll, and then fell down again with a "whoosh".
The wind whistled in my ears, and the weightless feeling of falling symbolized death. The memories of the past flashed quickly before my eyes at this moment, and the timeline stretched very long at this moment.
He saw the living corpse falling downstairs before him, and saw the little white cat running by the rooftop, holding the soul remains of the living corpse in its mouth, and the windows of the floors...
It's the twenty-seventh floor. It's safe to fall down from such a height.
It was said that memories of the past would quickly rush through his mind at the moment of death, but his mind was completely empty. His attention was inexplicably drawn to the floors he passed by, and he even looked at each other with a certain fat otaku - for this jumper Or, Fat A-Zhai was so frightened that he knocked over the instant noodles in his hand.
On the floors without lights, the glass formed mirrors. In Fu Bao's sight, he was not alone. There was a red shadow following him, jumping off the building with him, flying briefly with him, and following him forever and ever...
"It's you." Fu Bao suddenly smiled.
He felt that he should have seen her somewhere. Isn't this woman in red his bride?
It seems...that's it.
The ghost bride was no longer scary at this moment. By some strange coincidence, Fu Bao stretched out his hand to her in the mirror, and she in the mirror also stretched out her hand——
Cold hands and lukewarm hands, tightly held together, represent the connection between the real world and the world of death.
"Boom!" Fu Bao hit a car hard, and the roof of the car sank deeply. The alarm screamed. Soon the residents living nearby ran out and saw the car that fell on the roof. Fu Bao was bleeding from seven holes. Many people screamed and many people hurriedly called an ambulance.
The ambulance arrived soon. The medical staff had given up hope for the boy who fell from the rooftop and crashed the car. But when they lifted him down, they found that the boy was still breathing, "...still alive." !”
The medical staff rushed him to the ambulance and began to provide first aid. The ambulance rushed to the hospital at the same time.
In the darkness, a tall, stiff figure stared hard at the ambulance as it drove away, his eyes filled with resentment.
……it hurts.
This was Fu Bao's first feeling.
I'm not dead?
He opened his eyes and saw a patch of white. The reason why he felt he was alive was because there was a familiar face in front of him, Sun Zhong.
When Sun Zhong saw him opening his eyes, he couldn't help shouting, "I'm really awake!"
What does it mean? Surprised?
Fu Bao tried to move, only to find that his hands were wrapped in plaster, but the rest of his hands did not feel uncomfortable. How could this be possible?
He fell from the twenty-seventh floor.
"You are so lucky that you, such a bad guy, survived and only suffered minor injuries." Sun Zhong's words sounded very poisonous, but he could not hide the happiness and joy in his tone.
"...How am I doing?" When he made a voice, he felt that his voice was hoarse beyond words.
"It's just a broken hand, and the broken ribs almost penetrated the lungs." At this time, a doctor came closer, rolled Fu Bao's eyelids, listened to Fu Bao's breathing, and couldn't help but admire, "It's really a miracle."
"Originally, everyone didn't know that you jumped from the 27th floor. During the investigation, we found out that according to theory, you were dead, but you didn't die. It's really a disaster that will last for thousands of years." Sun Zhong continued to use his poisonous tongue skills.
