Nightmare Attack

He maintained this position for more than ten seconds until Zhu Jie crawled over and patted Tang Qisheng's arm, "Okay... okay, she is dead."

In the next second, Tang Qisheng's tense body relaxed a little bit. He pushed Zhang Ting's body away, panting heavily.

"You... How are you?" Tang Qisheng looked at Zhu Jie, his eyes stopped on Zhu Jie's forehead, and the injury on his leg, especially Zhu Jie's left wrist was bent at an unnatural angle, and he knew it was broken.

Zhu Jie swallowed the blood foam in his throat, and gave Tang Qisheng a reassuring look, "I'm fine, but you..."

Tang Qisheng's abdomen was completely stained red with blood. Zhang Ting stabbed him several times just now. Tang Qisheng looked down at his abdomen and shook his head slightly. ...cough cough...a few knives were blocked by the ribs."

Struggling to stand up, Tang Qisheng tore off Zhang Ting's coat, tied it tightly around the wound, and took her scalpel, "You go first, I'll go down and have a look."

Hearing this, Zhu Jie shook his head fiercely, "What nonsense are you talking about, how can I rest assured that you will go down alone and go together."

"But your leg is injured, and your appearance will only drag me down." Tang Qisheng said with a serious expression, "Why don't you stay outside the elevator and wait for me, and I will call you when I find a clue. Help me press the elevator here."

"this…"

"Okay, don't do this or that, this is the best arrangement, who knows if the elevator below will work well, if the button is broken, then both of us will be trapped below, and it will be over."

Zhu Jie is also a person who can tell the difference between serious and serious. Right now, she has a leg injury and is unable to move. This is the best choice.

"Okay, I'll wait for you here and help you guard the elevator."

Hearing Zhu Jie's words, Tang Qisheng smiled and held her in his arms, and kissed her **** forehead, "That's right, you're good."

After a few more instructions, Tang Qisheng walked towards the elevator. The elevator seemed to be controlled by some strange force. After Tang Qisheng stood still, the elevator shook slightly and the door gradually closed.

Through the closed elevator door, Tang Qisheng suddenly shouted: "Remember, if I don't come out before 12 o'clock tonight, you can leave by yourself, and no one will care about you! You must be obedient!"

After shouting this sentence, the elevator door also trembled and closed, followed by a faint light, and the elevator slowly descended.

Finally, Tang Qisheng, unable to support himself, staggered a few steps, and barely stood up with his back on the elevator. He gasped for breath, but he still couldn't resist the sharp pain in his chest, which was the feeling of life passing by little by little.

He slowly pulled up his clothes, and the several cuts on his abdomen were shocking, but these were not the most terrifying. As the clothes were pulled up a little bit, a wound on his chest was exposed. This wound was the deepest. When he touched it lightly with his hand, Tang Qisheng was in pain He sucked in air, and blood gushed out along the wound.

Leaning his back against the elevator wall, Tang Qisheng couldn't help but smile wryly, his consciousness even began to slacken, he knew he couldn't hold on for long, "Damn, I regret it, just now... I just slipped away with my wife just now."

"Cough...cough cough..."

Reluctantly swallowing the blood foam in his throat, Tang Qisheng's eyes were full of helplessness, but he always felt that it was unreasonable to leave like this. After all, Jiang Cheng had saved his life, otherwise... otherwise he would have died as early as the last mission. People will not let him go.

His thoughts were confused for a moment, and many pictures flashed through Tang Qisheng's mind. He didn't know if this was the so-called flashback.

The elevator stopped, and the old elevator door slowly opened, revealing a deep passage.

The passageway was covered with dense **** handprints. Tang Qisheng had never seen Huangquan Road, but it was nothing more than that.

Holding his last breath, Tang Qisheng walked out of the elevator door, supported the wall, and walked forward slowly. Above his head was a row of suspended light bulbs, some of which were broken, and the surviving parts only gave off a dim yellow half-dead light.

The lights shrouded the entire passage, giving people an indescribably weird feeling, as if... as if time had stopped at this moment.

After walking for about tens of meters, an iron gate appeared in front of my eyes. The iron gate was completely dyed blood red, twisted and bulged outward, as if being squeezed out by something huge.

You can't be wrong, it's the monster pieced together from the child's corpse.

There are still characters written on the walls on both sides of the iron gate. On the left side is a character for "birth" and on the right side is a big word for "death".

"life and death…"

Tang Qisheng looked at these two words, the font was distorted, it felt like a child practicing pen writing, but it was full of resentment, and the negative emotions in his heart seemed to burst out after a long time.

He stared at the iron door in front of him. The left side of the door is life, and the right side is death. What does the door in the middle mean? Between life and death?

After a while, Tang Qisheng was taken aback, he suddenly realized one thing, since he came to this door, his injury seems not so serious, and the pain has been greatly relieved.

He pulled up his clothes, the wounds were still there, but the bleeding speed was much slower, and it didn't hurt so much when he squeezed it gently with his hands.

"This... this **** place can actually delay the injury?" Tang Qisheng couldn't help being a little surprised. He suddenly recalled the information given by Jiang Cheng, the more seriously injured people would be placed in the lower wards.

"Could it be that this floor is full of dying patients? Or as long as you come here, you won't die no matter what?"

The monster pieced together from the corpses of many children, the child who left the letter, the rag doll pretending to be Zhu Jie... With all his doubts and belief in life, Tang Qisheng took a deep breath, and resolutely grabbed the iron door. handle.

"Brother Jiang, hold on..."

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Blackwater Village ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ In a courtyard with a closed gate.

Looking at the gradually setting sun, everyone felt powerless as life slipped away from their fingertips.

An hour ago, three women came, and they brought the task of tonight's injection conference.

According to them, tonight is the last night of this injection meeting, and it will be more grand and lively, when the time comes, the whole village will come to participate.

There are three tasks at night. The first task is called Jisi Kiln, and everyone needs to go together.

The remaining two tasks are the fire of the Blood Empress, and the other is bridge repair. There is no requirement for the number of people to perform the two tasks, but they need to be well connected.

They need to be divided into two teams, one team follows the Shehuo team, and the other team rushes to the river, demanding that the bridge be repaired before the Blood Lady Shehuo team arrives to ensure that the team can cross the river smoothly.

(end of this chapter)