[HP dog deer] Strain dog

James took the sword and carefully inserted into the big hole in the wall, squinting his eyes and with the help of glasses, he struggled to see the dry, dark brown hands or feet protruding from the crack.He took a few more steps and found that every wall that had been smashed was like this.

Apparently, the people who lived here had murdered not one, but many, and packed those corpses densely into every wall of every room.When these walls were shattered, the inhumane contents within were exposed in the dark room.

"If this is the case on the second floor, then maybe the first floor is also..." James slowly moved away from the wall. Maybe, in this building without a single window, every wall is full of corpses.And these corpses turned into evil spirits, killing all living people who trespassed into their territory with hatred and fear.

James held the hilt of the sword, and touched the dry thing that used to be an arm with the tip of the sword. Countless tiny light spots emerged from the thing, converging and circling, like two tiny ladders intersecting. Then, they surged into the mid-air in the middle of the room, suddenly shook, dispersed, and expanded, until every place under the ceiling was covered with such tiny light spots, flying into the room like countless weak stars.

Although the walls on the floor are terrifying and eerie, the ceiling at this moment looks very romantic.

James put away his sword, the light on his body was gradually covered, and the whole ceiling lit up like a starry sky.

"Very creative." James said softly, watching: "When I see the starry sky in the future, I will think that there may be countless bones under my feet."

"But not only that." A voice suddenly sounded in front of him, soft and elegant, definitely not the kind of tone: "This

Not vicious performance art designed to slap those romantics in the face. "

"Who are you?" James looked over with his eyes wide open, the faint light was not enough for him to see the specific appearance of the other party, he could only roughly see the outline of a tall young man.

At this time, several rays of light fell down and fluttered lightly. Not far from James, they suddenly swelled and became larger, and their speed was hundreds of times faster than before. The attack rushed to James almost in the blink of an eye. The place where he was standing just now—if he hadn't jumped away first, but he believes that there must be many intruders who would have stood there stupidly watching those things float down—they caused a huge explosion, and the impact directly Give the floor a penetration.

The impact made James stagger, feeling weightless, and he fell down with countless rubble and corpses.

"I will definitely write a thousand letters of protest to this construction company!" The thought flashed in his mind, and the next step, he was grabbed by the arm and hung in mid-air.The hand was so close that this young man who was not a nerd but had been myopic for many years could see it clearly when he turned his head.

This hand... It's better to say that this claw, the sharp and slender black fingers, and the nails are all gone, and a scorched arm extends from the palm.

James had just received the shock and hadn't had time to adjust his breathing. After receiving this visual shock again, he almost rushed forward to meet Merlin.

He was slowly lifted into the air, with the dust and gravel on his head, and looked at the man who grabbed him, although he was more curious about where the man was standing since the floor was broken.

There are still more lights flickering on the ceiling.James swallowed, and clenched the hilt of his sword tightly. Of course he could kill the thing that caught him now, but he wasn't sure if he should just let himself fall, or just listen to the other side where he was. what do you want

what to do.

This thing, human-like but not human-like, continued: "I would like to pull you in to see you, but I'm sorry, my arm can no longer bend, and I have some problems with my vision..."

Obviously, Jaime mused, no matter what lunatics relished fear and blood, living in such a harsh environment would only make their situation worse.

With the help of the dim light, he carefully looked at the outline of this person, and was surprised to find that the other person still had hair, very long hair. He thought that this kind of thing must be so dry that even the scalp was gone.

"……Like it?"

"What?" James hadn't yet connected the question with the situation in front of him.

"My work of art, do you like it?" Even though he couldn't see the other person's face, James knew that the other person's eyes were sad-but hell, what's so sad about this thing, it's not that it turned into a corpse and buried it in the wall he!

"It's annoying." James replied dryly, no matter whether he fell or died, he couldn't make any comments against this corpse party.

"They are beautiful." The other party whispered: "Looking at such beautiful things, you will be saved. The meaning of life will only be truly opened when they see countless corpses."

James frowned. He had already determined that there was no need to continue this conversation. There was nothing to talk about with psychopaths, especially if the other party was a murderous psychopath.

Just when he was about to raise his hand and draw his sword, he realized that the opponent's force on his arm was getting tighter and tighter, and in the end it almost tore his arm off his body.But at this time, more light spots began to fall, aiming at him.

Feeling sticky and wet at his fingertips, James shuddered, disgusted to find that the other person was licking his fingers.

"Can you tell me what you're doing, bastard." Even though James has experienced many unreasonable things, he still feels unable to understand what is happening in front of him. A thinking, walking and talking thing that is obviously a zombie is doing only What a perverted|sex maniac would do, lick his fingers.The other arm, equally dry and disgusting, was, yes, equally inflexible, but that didn't prevent it from being placed on his belt in the slightest.

"Feeling you." The other party said softly with a British accent: "You are different from them. I have seen another person who is very similar to you, and I know that your mystery is not enough even if you peel off your skin and chop off your limbs. Couldn't find it. I looked through every piece of his body and couldn't find it, so I finally decided to use another method: get into him, fuck|him hard, and then I felt..."

"Wait." James couldn't believe his ears, whether he heard it wrong or the other party got the order wrong, the undigested dinner surged in his stomach, disgusting like swallowing a pot of flies: " You mean, you crush him first, and then..."

"Yes, it's a pity." The other party's voice has always maintained a frequency, as if the sky is falling, he will still use this frequency and tone to speak: "I got the order wrong, but this time I won't. I will First……"

"FU*K!" James bent his body suddenly, and kicked his legs hard into the opponent's stomach. He used all his strength so that he was not surprised that he kicked directly through the opponent's abdomen.He just felt unspeakably disgusting. If he didn't kill the thing in front of him, he might be driven into another psychopath by this feeling.

Even though the abdomen was pierced, the thing still held James tightly, so James raised his other hand, unceremoniously drew out his sword and slashed at him, cutting off half of the opponent's head. .Although the thing's claws on his waist pierced his stomach

Department, but he still felt a burst of euphoria.

No brain fluid spewed out, and the opponent's head seemed to be empty. This can also explain why he still didn't respond after being hit so hard, and he still stood patiently. Slowly opening and closing to make a sound: "I advise you not to cut off my arm, if you fall, those light spots will go down with you, I haven't fucked you yet, I don't want you to be blown to death .”

Oh FU*K!James glared hatefully at the deadly weapons above his head, things that could blow through the floor in just a few hits.He'd rather be blown to death than fall into the hands of something like this and be treated in a different order than the last unfortunate man but with the same ending.But he didn't want to die so simply, he needed to find a turning point.

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