"Damn, do you have professional ethics? You came back too soon this time!" Fu Bao was about to collapse. He had just driven her out of Sun Zhong's body. Although she said she would come back, it didn't make sense. Are you coming back so soon?
"What should I do..." Sun Zhong also realized that the situation was very bad and asked weakly.
"Run!" Fu Bao dragged Sun Zhong away.
Before running away, Sun Zhong did not forget to pick up the pistol that had no bullets. But not long after running, he said that he could not do it. "Stop the bleeding for me. If you don't stop the bleeding, I will soon lose too much and die." die."
Fu Bao looked at his injuries, and blood continued to flow out. He was petrified, and hurriedly took off his coat and bandaged him as much as possible. Sun Zhong also pressed hard with his hands, and then he felt better.
Sun Zhong looked very weak. As for whether he would die, Fu Bao was not sure. The only thing that was certain was that if the subway was not stopped as soon as possible and he was sent to the hospital, he would definitely die.
Half of the four people who rode this ghost subway together were dead...
Thinking of this, Fu Bao felt cold in his heart. At this time, Sun Zhong's consciousness had begun to blur, and he kept shouting that it was cold. Fu Bao touched his forehead, and it turned out to be ice cold. Although he had no medical knowledge, he also knew that this was a sign that the injury was too serious and he was close to death. .
If Sun Zhong also died, he would be the only one left on the entire subway. At that time, he would have to face poetry and painting alone, and his chance of survival would be too slim.
Now it seems that the only way to solve Shihua is to summon the devil, but what is the more powerful summon? Why doesn't Ah Yin make it clear...
Fu Bao sat slumped next to Sun Zhong, not knowing what to do.
At this moment, there was another "kick-kick-kick" sound in his ears. He looked up quickly and saw that Shi Hua, who had already eaten two souls, was quickly climbing over from the roof of the car.
"Crack, crackle..." The car windows on both sides were covered with a layer of white mist and made a crisp sound.
Fu Bao looked at it in horror and found that the glass was actually frozen!
A surge of Yin Qi that could freeze the blood surged towards him. He looked at Sun Zhong, whose lips had turned white, gritted his teeth, jumped up and ran toward the front of the car——
"Crack, click, click..." The sound of sharp teeth biting was behind him. Fu Bao rushed forward desperately. Sun Zhong was already semi-conscious. If he was frozen by the Yin Qi again, he might not be able to last ten minutes, so even if he had to deal with Shi Painting also requires distance.
He didn't know how long he had been running, but the little chocolate he had eaten before was already exhausted. Fu Bao felt that his stomach was empty, his strength was gradually draining away, and his head was even a little dizzy. During the few hours on the ghost subway, he was constantly fighting and fighting. After running for his life and spending time in fear, Fu Bao felt that he had reached the limit, not only physically, but also mentally.
The life or death of Sun Zhong, the last ally, is uncertain. If he dies, will Shihua be able to fulfill his wish and return to the world after completing his mission?
Don't let her succeed!
A stubborn thought flashed into his mind. He didn't want to die like this. Even if there was only the last bit of hope left, he would still hold on. If he couldn't run away, just fight!
Fu Bao was about to turn around and fight Shi Hua when he suddenly noticed a door appearing in front of him——
Huh?
It was a white door with a glass window on top, an escape door at the rear of the car, and this end was the front of the car...
There should be a cab at the front of the car, and there will be a driver or commander in the cab?
Fu Bao suddenly had this idea in his mind. If he looked through the glass, would he see anything?
Extreme curiosity even suppressed fear at this moment. If he really died on the ghost subway and became the food of poetry and painting, then he must at least know what the ghost subway is?
So he used up his last bit of strength, rushed over, opened the distance between him and Shi Hua, and ran towards the cab in large strides.
The air in his lungs was burning, and his brain was filled with black fog due to lack of oxygen. In front of his eyes were patches of phantom colored light. He was like an overheated computer host that was about to burn out.
Before everything collapsed, he ran to the cab, threw himself on the door, and saw through the narrow glass window - a huge black figure!
Is he the driver? Is he driving the ghost subway?
Seeing him, Fu Bao's mind seemed to explode with colorful fireworks, boiling instantly. He didn't know what he wanted to say, he just slapped the door and shouted, "Hey! Hey!"
But no matter how hard Fu Bao hammered, the man ignored him and just concentrated on his work.
Fu Bao turned around suddenly and felt desperate as he looked at the poems and paintings that kept jumping back and forth from the car roof and side glass.
No more, no longer able to hold on, Huang Mao and Ah Bi died, Sun Zhong was also seriously injured, leaving him alone on this ghost subway that seemed to never stop, facing a man who would keep coming back. Damn it, I really can't stand it anymore.
Wave after wave of despair and exhaustion flooded him like an icy tide, and his last bit of will to resist almost collapsed in such emotions. Only the black doll he held tightly in his hand could give him some safety. feel.
Shihua was already approaching, but Fu Bao found that she seemed hesitant to rush towards him. He followed her gaze and looked at the black doll in his hand...
Could it be that Shihua had a psychological shadow due to being defeated by the black doll twice?
When he was close to despair, there was such an unexpected surprise, which made Fu Bao feel like a shot in the arm and made him excited.
"Don't come here!" He suddenly waved the black puppet at Shihua.
She took a step back, her expression still ferocious, but her movements seemed hesitant.
"Get away! Get away!" Fu Bao felt that he had grasped her weakness, so he took a few steps forward. As expected, Shi Hua was forced to retreat step by step.
But the situation seemed a bit strange, but he couldn't figure out why her courage became weaker for a while. Maybe it was because she ate two hooligans?
All he could do was to keep moving forward. After taking more than a dozen steps, Shihua screamed, turned around and ran away.
Seeing her run away, Fu Bao was a little surprised, but the next thought struck him like a thunderbolt - Damn it, Sun Zhong is over there, Sun Zhong will be eaten by her!
"Stop!" Fu Bao shouted. Of course Shihua did not stop, but ran away faster.
Something's wrong!
The performance of poetry and painting is so weird.
He had taken the black doll before, but just a few minutes ago, Shihua was not so scared. If the Demon King appeared in person, it would be understandable for Shihua to shrink into a quail in fear.
After all, for ghosts, the Demon King is a natural enemy and the top of the food chain.
But if she wasn't afraid of the black doll, what else was there to be afraid of?
After thinking about it, Fu Bao suddenly stiffened.
The entire subway train is made up of connected carriages, and each carriage looks the same. The most special ones are the rear and front. There is a cab at the front, and the captain is in the cab...
He turned around in horror, and what he saw made him so frightened that he could not move.
Sun Zhong was semi-conscious due to excessive blood loss. However, after the bleeding gradually stopped, his consciousness gradually came to his senses. When he saw Fu Bao leading the poems and paintings away to protect him, he was anxious but unable to move. It was not until he could finally move that he reluctantly helped him. He stood up from his seat, and at this moment, he suddenly saw a white figure swishing towards him.
There is no need to see clearly who it is, there is absolutely no one with that huge Yin Qi except the evil ghost who kills people continuously.
Seeing the rapidly approaching shadow, Sun Zhong sighed secretly: It's over.
In fact, even if Shi Hua didn't attack him, he might die from excessive blood loss if he waited quietly for half an hour. If Shi Hua did something, the process would be shortened to a moment, and he would still have no ability to resist.
So Sun Zhong shouted in his heart, "Dad, I will definitely be a Taoist priest in my next life" and closed his eyes to wait for death. However, the sound of "kick-knock-knock" quickly approached and then left quickly.
"Huh?" Sun Zhong opened one eye first, and then the other. Both eyes were confirmed at the same time. For some reason, Shi Hua ran away in confusion, and there was no trace of him.
How is this going?
His mind was full of questions. When had this vicious ghost who eats people but never spits out their bones ever been so scared?
what happened?
He was confused and very curious, so he shook his head and tried to wake himself up, raised his gun, took out the only magazine he had, replaced it, and walked towards the front of the car.
After walking for about five minutes, Sun Zhong saw another figure in front of him. This person was running desperately, as if there was a wild beast chasing him from behind. Since there was no shelter in the entire subway, Sun Zhong quickly recognized it. It's Fu Bao.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Getting closer, Sun Zhong was startled because Fu Bao was covered in blood.
"What happened?!" Sun Zhong was shocked.
"There's a, there's a big, big guy..." He stammered and couldn't finish the sentence.
Even when facing poetry and paintings, Sun Zhong had never seen him so panicked. His eyes were full of despair and fear, as if he had encountered the invincible god of death.
"Big guy? What big guy? Is it scarier than that ghost?" Sun Zhong grabbed him and asked.
"It's not the same level at all." Fu Bao gasped and managed to calm down. He was still frightened when he recalled the scene just now, and his heart almost jumped out. If it had been a little later or a little hesitant, he would have been cut into two by now. Half!
Regarding Fu Bao's description, Sun Zhong took a breath of air, was he right?
"You mean, besides that ghost, there's also a huge ghost on this subway?" Sun Zhong confirmed with a trembling voice.
"... Even Shihua ran away when he saw him." Fu Bao nodded desperately. Just now he thought it was the black doll that scared Shihua. When he turned around, he realized that it was the big guy who made Li Gui extremely frightened.
"Did he cut you?" Sun Zhong pointed at Fu Bao. The wound was a long one from the shoulder to the back, and the flesh was rolled. If it had been deeper, Fu Bao would have been split into two.
