God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

"They're being targeted."

He Ziyun redeemed a bottle of mineral water from the mall. His hands were thin and white. When he unscrewed the blue bottle cap little by little, a slender wrist bone was revealed. His fingers were bony and slender.

Yang Jingshu next to her didn't have a good expression either. She looked at Fang Ran walking towards her step by step and pursed her lips slightly:

"Even if you are targeted, it will be tomorrow."

He Ziyun was noncommittal. He raised his head and drank some water. His dry throat felt much better after it was soaked with water.

On the stage, Dany's tentacles spread all over the floor were slowly withdrawn by her. She bowed politely to the audience in the stands, her tone was gloomy and strange:

"Everyone, this performance has ended perfectly. I look forward to our next encounter."

After the brief words, the lights on the stage gradually went out. They were turned off one after another, and soon the entire stage was completely plunged into darkness.

At the same time, Dani on the stage and Wang Qingze, who was still breathing, disappeared at the same time, leaving no trace.

He Ziyun looked back thoughtfully, handed the mineral water to Ling next to him, stood up slowly, patted the wrinkles on his clothes, and said softly:

"Now that the performance is over, I'll take the first step."

Yang Jingshu nodded slightly to him: "I won't send it away."

The two looked at each other, said nothing, and walked away in different directions.

When Fang Ran and Lin Su just walked over, they happened to see the back of He Ziyun pushing a wheelchair out of the show. Lin Su was a little confused:

"Isn't he with us?"

Lin Su had a very good impression of He Ziyun. No matter what mentality the other party had in taking the stage for him, or whether he secretly gave her the medicine to cure her deafness, it all helped her a lot.

Yang Jingshu shook her head, looked at Fang Ran across from her, her eyes passed across the other person's face inch by inch, and then said:

"Well, he probably has no idea of ​​forming a team for the time being."

According to He Ziyun's temperament, if he had the idea of ​​forming a team, he should have said it just now——

and many more!

Yang Jingshu raised her head suddenly. She looked at the stage, but she couldn't find any trace of Wang Qingze.

She was more inclined to think that Wang Qingze was dead now, but the live broadcast system did not issue any notification to remind that the anchor had died.

This shows that Wang Qingze is not dead, at least not yet.

But his man was gone.

Fang Ran noticed Yang Jingshu's thoughts. She glanced at the crowd of anchors and NPCs who were gradually walking out, and lowered her voice and said:

"He was taken away by Dany."

Before leaving the stage, she happened to see Wang Qingze and the skeleton that had been exploiting his flesh and blood being wrapped in several red tentacles and disappearing together with the lights out.

Lin Su's expression was not good. She licked her lips timidly and spoke in a low tone:

"In his state, he would have been dead long ago in reality."

It is undeniable that the "miracle" did slow down Wang Qingze's death speed, although it is not known how long this speed can be slowed down...

Fang Ran lowered his eyelids and sighed: "There is no way, he chose it himself. Besides, he may not really die here."

There were fewer and fewer people in the show. Except for some NPCs with missing arms and legs who were still trying to stand up, there were almost no other living people in sight.

Lin Su felt a little cold after she finished speaking. She rubbed her arms vigorously and swallowed: "Well, how about we go out and talk again?"

Yang Jingshu was still looking in the direction of the stage, as if she hadn't heard any conversation between Lin Su and Fang Ran, and her eyes were a little dazed.

Fang Ran felt that something was wrong with her current state, so he couldn't help but stepped forward and tugged Yang Jingshu's arm, reminding her in a low voice: "Sister Jing? What's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, he turned his head to see what Yang Jingshu was looking at now.

Before she could turn her head halfway, Yang Jingshu, who had come back to her senses, stretched out her hand to stop her.

Yang Jingshu lowered her head and whispered: "Nothing, let's go out first."

Fang Ran blinked and nodded obediently.

"it is good."

Lin Su next to her suddenly felt that the temperature around her became even colder. She did not dare to look back and quickly followed Yang Jingshu out of the show.

Behind him, on the originally dark stage, looming black liquid stuck to the floor and quickly solidified, forming a humanoid shape. He stood on the stage with a twisted posture, as if looking at the empty space. The stands are thinking about something.

The next second, a sharp voice of unknown gender let out short sobs, densely mixed together, so weird and chilling.

"...kill...kill...kill..."

"...for...what...killed...me..."

"..."

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After walking out of the show, the inexplicable coldness finally disappeared. Lin Su patted his arms, as if sweeping away the coldness all over his body, and took a deep breath to relax.

Yang Jingshu's mind was in chaos now, and she was wondering what those black liquids that looked so heart-stopping were.

It obviously just looked a little scary, but when she looked at those things without eyes, a coldness spread from the bottom of her heart and almost froze the blood in her body.

Instinct told Yang Jingshu that those things were not from the same group as Danililis and the others.

As for why Fang Ran is not allowed to look back...

Yang Jingshu patted her head with a splitting headache, raised her head with a pale face, and said quickly: "Let's find a hotel first."

After saying that, before Fang Ran and the other two could respond, she walked towards the ticket inspector not far away with weak steps, and asked in a low voice with the confused eyes of the other person:

"Hello, where is the nearest hotel?"

The ticket inspector was obviously surprised. He looked at Yang Jingshu hesitantly and said, "Do you want to stay in a hotel?"

Yang Jingshu endured the pain and nodded.

The ticket inspector said "oh" and pointed to a small building not far away, "That's it. You can almost live in it, but the environment won't be very good."

Yang Jingshu thanked her in a low voice, walked back to Fang Ran and Fang Ran, and led them towards the hotel.

Lin Su is a doctor after all. She looked at Yang Jingshu's obviously wandering steps and approached Fang Ran uneasily: "Is Miss Yang really okay?"

Of course something happened.

Fang Ran still remembered the scene when Yang Jingshu stopped her when she wanted to turn around. She paused and raised a smile:

"Sister Jing must be too tired."

"Let's hurry up. It's late at night. The most important thing is to find a hotel to rest quickly."

The night was as cold as water, and the icy moonlight scattered from the night to the ground, illuminating every pale-faced male and female anchor.

Fang Ransheng was delicate and delicate, and spoke in a low voice. As she spoke, she quickly followed Yang Jingshu's pace, seemingly unintentionally holding her arm:

"Sister Jing, are you a little tired?"