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Remember [new] in one second! At this moment, the monk has completely fallen into madness, and his fighting style has become increasingly violent, regardless of his injuries, and he only attacks rather than defends.

There was a meaningless roar coming from his mouth, and his eyes were red and bloodshot.

When the people in Chenxi saw this posture, they almost couldn't stand it. What's more important is that these evil spirits are very annoying. They are not only agile in body, but also very disciplined, like a whole body, advancing and retreating in unison.

Just when Chenxi had nearly half of his dead and injured, the monk roared and actually killed the people watching nearby, his expression indifferent and full of violence.

At this moment, he made Su Changxing feel strange, and he felt that he was not the same person at all.

"what happens?"

Su Changxing realized something was wrong. The monk's aura was getting stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But at this moment, the monk suddenly stopped, sat down cross-legged, and silently recited the sutra, and his breath suddenly relaxed.

Chen Xi's people were originally planning to retreat, but upon seeing this, they were ready to surround them.

"Bang bang~"

Gunshots rang out, and several people walking in front fell to the ground.

The onlookers were also thrown into confusion by the sound of gunfire and fled in all directions. Modern people seem to have an innate fear of gunfire. They subconsciously believe that this is an irresistible weapon and means death.

Su Changxing approached to check on the monk.

[Consciousness is confused, dominated by some evil external force, and the order of the position is gradually collapsing]

really.

Su Changxing immediately lifted up the monk's body and limped back, sorting out what happened over and over in his mind.

Problems arise when the monk enters the gathering place, and then people from Chenxi come to him, causing bigger problems, so Chenxi is leading all of this?

This is a very scary thing to think about.

And if there was someone from Chen Xi in the gathering place, who would it be, the manager, Wu Qingsheng? Or the people around him? Or rather the young man wearing the hat.

"Empty your heart and don't think about anything. As a monk, you must know better than me. What color means emptiness means color, and what it means to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

Su Changxing kept saying to the monk.

The monk's body was shaking constantly, tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes, as if he was suppressing something, and his face was full of pain and despair.

When the old man saw Su Changxing dragging the monk, he quickly came up to him and said:

"Hey, what happened to him? Why did he become like this? I just heard gunfire from your side."

Su Changxing glanced at him and said calmly: "It's nothing. There's a small problem. I'll take him up to rest first and don't let anyone else come up."

The old man was stunned for a moment, nodded and said: "No problem, if you go up, no one will come up."

There is no light source in the corridor, and it is very dark during the day. If Su Changxing had not had strong night vision, he would not even be able to see the ladder under his feet.

There are still dried blood stains on the surface of the ladder, which are printed on it bit by bit, as if it was engraved on it, or it was like this originally.

When we walked to the third floor, it was very quiet. It seemed like no one was there. Everyone had gone out.

branches~

Su Changxing pushed open the rusty brown iron door, and the light slid inside from bottom to top. It was very stiff and pale.

There were black porcelain dolls sitting on the mattress and on the window sill. Their pupils shrank with the light, and they were all smiling faces.

Scalp numbness.

Su Changxing's expression froze, and he immediately pulled out his revolver and shot at the dolls.

Along with the roar, a big hole was blown out of the wall, and the dolls scattered on the ground stared at them with a smile, as if they were laughing like bells.

He suddenly felt nauseous, as if someone had put a hand on his throat and kept pulling it.

"What the hell?"

Su Changxing didn't expect that he would do it so easily. If the head was still there, it would definitely not be like this. It would have discovered the clues in advance.

The whole room ate him in one bite, and the darkness swallowed him up.

Suddenly a golden light spread out in the darkness, and the sound of a monk chanting scriptures came to his ears.

Looking back, the monk was sitting cross-legged on the ground and chanting in a low voice. Two lines of blood and tears fell from the corners of his eyes, which looked oozing.

Everything returned to normal, and the dolls disappeared, leaving only some scattered branches and a big hole blown by the bullet.

The old man and a few people ran up in a panic. Seeing Su Changxing holding a revolver, he asked: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Su Changxing frowned, looked at the old man and asked, "Why is there no one on this floor?"

The old man showed a confused look and said:

"Didn't something happen at the gathering place today? So many people left, and some people were active outside during the day. Although there is no mystery shop, it is safer."

The monk had stopped singing, opened his eyes and looked at the old man, and whispered: "Leave here, leave here..."

Su Changxing put away the revolver, grabbed the monk's body with one hand, and said calmly: "In this case, let's leave here."

The old man opened his eyes wide and said quickly: "Weihuo is like this now. It's more dangerous for you to go out, and those people in Chenxi are outside."

"Yeah?"

Su Changxing had a weird smile on his face, which seemed very forced and impressive.

The next moment, gunfire rang out.

The old man's body hit the wall of the corridor under the impact of the bullet. There was a big hole in his abdomen, and scarlet blood flowed out.

The people behind were stunned, not understanding what was happening.

Su Changxing held the revolver and said with an indifferent expression: "Someone told me before that there was an apocalypse in the morning who was a monk before. Mr. Chen, you think so."

The old man looked at Su Changxing with a horrified look, his body trembled, and he said exhausted: "Ah, what are you talking about, what apocalypse, don't kill me, how could I be related to Chenxi, don't kill me, don't kill me."

Another shot, the bullet hit his forehead, spurting out a large amount of blood, the entire head disappeared, and the brain exploded into pieces.

Su Changxing couldn't help but feel scared. It was just a guess, but it was still enough to make him take action. Killing by mistake was killing by mistake, but the problem was that there was no killing by mistake.

A pair of eyes and a mouth grew out of the remaining part of the old man's body, and he laughed: "Hahaha, how did you guess it? I have done it perfectly."

A shrill, harsh sound.

Those who had followed the old man had already fled down the stairs in a panic, realizing that something terrible had happened here.

Su Changxing took a deep breath and said: "I wasn't sure before I fired the first shot, but if you kill me, you will kill me. Give it a try... Ordinary people can't speak if they get shot by me. It's too fake." "

"Interesting, interesting. I never thought there would be someone as interesting as you." The old man laughed crazily.

The corpse slowly stood up from the ground. He showed a look of sudden enlightenment and said:

"My nephew carried you out of no man's land, and I haven't seen you before. You can't be the one who destroyed the source of the doomsday."