Go crazy!You call this playing a game?

Chapter 138 Spiders
Luo Ming was stunned by the sudden change, and quickly reached out to try to take it off, and turn back into an iron pot to protect himself.

No matter how he pulls it, the pot hangs around his neck.

He raised his head in despair, and looked at the group of terrifying things on the opposite side.

Unexpectedly, the faces of the group of ghosts showed more frightened expressions than him.

Luo Ming could tell that the surrounding things were afraid of him.

Or rather, scared of the pot hanging around his neck.

Calm down.

Luo Ming forced himself to look up, but found that all the ghosts around him retreated and escaped out of his sight.

He got up from the ground with lingering fears, and felt as if he had been in a dream.

Cautiously and tentatively walked towards the door, this time, it was unimpeded.

He turned around and left, not daring to stay in the slightest, not even caring about the blood on his body.

Running towards the more open road, there were finally more people gradually, but no one seemed to look at Luo Ming who was covered in blood with strange eyes.

Back in the rented room, Luo Ming took off his clothes and pants, and hurriedly took a shower.

It was completely dark, and the clouds in the sky were so thick that a handful of moonlight could not be shed.

Luo Ming glanced at the washing machine, then at the blood-stained clothes and pants, but didn't throw them in, and planned to wash them by hand.

Take them under the tap and rinse them first.

Luo Ming turned the switch to the maximum, cool water came out and splashed on the clothes, and the sticky stuff flowed into the sewer pipe along with the water.

Luo Ming stared at the flushed water, and when they were no longer colored, he could put the clothes in the basin and soak them with laundry detergent.

As he rushed, the water that flowed out turned from red to green.

This is not right.

Luo Ming raised his head and looked towards the ceiling.

A green thing was lying on the ceiling in a strange posture, dripping a little mucus from a mouth-like place, and it happened to land on Luo Ming's clothes.

This slime is green.

He threw the clothes into the pool, turned back to the room, and closed the balcony door.

The eight-legged thing followed behind Luo Ming, and hit the glass with its head. The eight spider-like feet wriggled crazily. Every time it touched the glass, it left a green trail that continued to flow down.

"what--"

There were screams in the whole building, one after another.

Luo Ming held the doorknob and gently opened the door.

In the corridor, there were a few panicked residents, most of whom were the same students.

"Xiao Wu!" Seeing Luo Ming, someone called out and rushed to his side.

This is his good friend, named Zhao Youzi, who shared a flat with him.

Seeing a familiar person in this panic, Zhao Youzi was a little excited, and said, "Did you see that thing!"

Before Luo Ming could speak, he heard a bang.

I don't know which room the glass is broken.

"Go downstairs first!" Luo Ming said, took Zhao Youzi's arm, and ran towards the corridor.

The others reacted and ran out to the stairs on both sides.

Luo Ming is on the fourth floor.

On the stairs, apart from the people who came out from the corridor just now, there was no one from other floors.

Luo Ming quickly realized the situation, but he didn't make a sound.

After all, there is still a chance to go on, stay where you are, and you will die.

More and more ghosts entered the building.

Luo Ming could only follow the footsteps of the crowd and rushed downstairs.

third floor.

The second floor.

first floor.

The gate to leave the building was right in front of them, and the eyes of the people around them seemed to see the dawn of victory.

slap.

Green slime was stained on the glass door.

Eight legs covered with fine down stretched out and slid across the glass door, leaving traces one after another.

A student who ran in the front stopped his forward legs abruptly.

There was a look of despair in his eyes.

now.

Two black jeeps drove into the community at high speed, smashed through the barrier, and drove straight in a certain direction.

The vehicle stopped, and the people in the first car got out of the car with a lot of equipment, and began to arrange something around the house.

The people in the other car were armed and stood at the door, well trained and lined up.

The people who came belonged to an organization called Keel.

"Thank you, the situation is not good, it's a spider ghost."

A middle-aged man wearing sunglasses turned darker when he heard this.

The spider ghost, a newly discovered type of ghost.

They haven't figured out the ability of this kind of thing, and it's impossible to talk about cracking it.

For this new ghost, they only know that it will create an invisible cocoon, completely enclosing the target.

People in the cocoon can temporarily gain the ability to see ghosts, and ghosts will also lose special abilities such as passing through walls.

Spider ghosts usually create such places to cultivate little spider ghosts, so now there will be densely packed little spiders in this building.

Only when these spider ghosts kill each other and eat each other, and finally there is only one spider ghost left, the cocoon will be broken and opened.

As for the person who was deliberately wrapped in a cocoon by the spider ghost, it was just a little nourishment in the process.

The expression on the man's face was unprecedentedly solemn.

He looked at the glass door without saying a word.

A group of people gathered in the hall downstairs, watching more and more ghosts crawling outside the glass door, and the intermittent sound of breaking the door came from upstairs, showing a look of despair.

Although this thing has a lot of legs, its movement speed is not fast. Maybe it is a new place, and it takes a while to adapt and explore.

But such a slow death is the most tormenting.

Luo Ming pulled Zhao Youzi and shrank into the corner under the stairs, separating from the twenty or so people in front.

His left hand has been pinching the pot hanging around his neck.

Although he didn't know how to activate this thing, nor how powerful it was, Luo Ming knew that this was the only hope for him to survive.

Luo Ming's right hand was still stained with the green slime from the spider ghost just now, so he kept holding the pot with his left hand.

Now, nervous, he clasped both hands up.

The pot suddenly inflated, and the connection with the rope on the chest disappeared, turning into a real pot, and the handle of the pot was being held in Luo Ming's hand.

In my mind, a recipe appeared, recording how to make this thing into delicious jerky.

Next to him, Zhao Youzi was still staring at the things outside the door, not daring to move.

Look up again.

Look in the direction of the glass door.

The dense green feet outside the door seemed to have changed in his eyes at this moment.

It is no longer ferocious and no longer scary, but has a strange sense of beauty.

good smell.

Very tender.

Very good ingredients.

And I am a chef.

The previous fear disappeared under the impact of this thought.

(End of this chapter)