Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

This room is densely packed, let alone hundreds of coffins!But now it's all vibrating!

When Yu Anyan heard Nan Jing's words, he reacted almost instantly, pulled out the scissors from the windbreaker, and turned sideways to avoid the hand of a carrion sticking out.

"what!!!"

Li Yifei yelled, a carrion's outstretched hand scratched his back, making him yell, rolling and frantically trying to get away from these coffins, but there are so many coffins in this room, each coffin is trembling, How can I stay away?

Li Yifei collapsed on the ground, screaming: "No!"

Nan Jing picked up the red-painted coffin plank on the ground, and now he didn't have any tools at hand, so he could only hold the coffin plank to block it.

"Creak creak—"

The group of rotting corpses crawling out of the coffin made the sound of joint rubbing, and stretched out their hands to grab Nan Jing. The rotting flesh exuded a foul smell, and the temperature in the whole room became extremely cold. Nan Jing Jing could feel that the breath he exhaled began to form a white mist.

Nan Jing jumped up lightly with one foot, and a carrion worm crawled out of a coffin in front of him. The carrion stretched out its black nails and tried to pinch Nan Jing.

Nan Jing frowned, raised his hand and raised the coffin board in his hand, and slapped it directly at the carrion's neck.

"Cola!"

The thick coffin board touched the bones of the carrion, and directly knocked the carrion down an inch, but the neck of the carrion was like a steel bar, and it couldn't be broken at all!

Nan Jing bent down, raised his leg sideways and kicked away the hand of a carrion that was stretched out, and directly grasped the red-painted coffin plank on the ground with his hand.

Holding the scissors, Yu Anyan stepped back for a certain distance. He scanned the entire room, and when he reached the red lacquered wooden table, his eyes froze. The corpse stretched out his hand before touching the coffin, and withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

Yu Anyan used the scissors to block the rotting corpse, but he couldn't find anyone in the dark, so he could only anxiously remind Nan Jing, shouting: "Nan Jing! Go to the black lacquered coffin!"

The cameraman and Li Yifei, who were dazedly blocking the rotting corpse, heard this sentence and looked at the four pure black lacquered coffins at the same time.

The cameraman was the closest, and he noticed the movements of the rotting corpses around the four pure black lacquered coffins, and the cowardly and cowering movements changed, completely ignoring the rotting corpses' scratching, and moving towards the other three black lacquered coffins.

Seeing the cameraman's movements, Li Yifei yelled angrily: "Damn it! Only three coffins can be used! You all slow down for me!"

One of the four black-painted coffins was the coffin that was accidentally opened by the cameraman just now. There was something hidden in the coffin that was carried. coffin.

"Nan Jing!" Yu Anyan anxiously looked for Nan Jing, and when he saw Nan Jing, his pupils suddenly widened.

From Yu Anyan's perspective, he could see a little carrion suddenly crawling out of the small coffin behind Nan Jing. The little carrion's fingernails were very long, and it silently touched Nan Jing's neck.

Yu Anyan rushed towards Nan Jing with big strides, trying to stop the sharp claws stretching towards Nan Jing.

Hearing Yu Anyan's voice, Nan Jing paused slightly, then raised his head suddenly, just in time to see Yu Anyan standing in front of him.

Under the extremely weak light, the ink eyes on Yu Anyan's always arrogant face were amazingly bright.At the very moment, Yu Anyan stabbed out with scissors, hitting the carrion's heart, and the carrion fell limply, Nan Jing erected a red-painted coffin board to block the two of them.

"Nan Jing." Yu Anyan subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect Nan Jing in his arms, his breathing was a little short, and he pressed his fingers on Nan Jing's shoulder before letting go.

Nan Jing let out a breath, the two had no time to talk, and immediately looked at the place where Yu Anyan found no rotting corpses.

The cameraman has already rushed to a pure black lacquered coffin. A small rotting corpse crawled over to grab the cameraman's ankle. It was empty, the cameraman was overjoyed, and climbed directly into the black-painted coffin.

After he climbed in, the coffin lid that was originally pushed to the ground by Nan Jing and Yu Anyan seemed to be pulled up suddenly by an invisible hand, and it "slapped" on the coffin.

And after the cameraman fell into the coffin, the group of rotting corpses really left slowly!

Nan Jing and Yu Anyan looked at each other, and they saw the same meaning in their eyes.

This coffin can repel these rotting corpses!

Nan Jing said decisively: "Into the coffin!"

First get rid of the predicament of being surrounded by rotting corpses, and then find a way to push open the coffin lid and come out.

The two ran towards the four black-lacquered coffins.

"Grass!" Surrounded by a group of carrion corpses, Li Yifei also saw the scene where the cameraman fell into the coffin, his eyes were bloodshot with anxiety, he seemed to be specially recruiting carrion corpses because of the bleeding, his whole body was red, swollen and bleeding from being scratched by the carrion corpses , and the blood caused the group of rotting corpses to attack him more fiercely.

He can't die!Nan Jing and Yu Anyan are the ones to be damned!

Li Yifei rushed towards the four pure black lacquered coffins in front of the red lacquered altar with a grim expression. When he was more than ten meters away from the black lacquered coffin, he caught a glimpse of Nan Jing and Yu Anyan holding the red lacquered coffin boards to block the carrion Also came at a very fast speed.

Li Yifei looked forward anxiously and viciously, there were only two coffins in front of the red lacquer altar that could be used!He must occupy a black-painted coffin!

Thinking of this, Li Yifei showed a look of resentment on his face, he raised the shovel in his hand to smear his own blood, and threw it in the direction of Nan Jing and Yu Anyan!

"Nanjing! Go to hell!!!"

Nan Jing used the red lacquered coffin lid to block more and more carrion corpses, and the shovel with Li Yifei's blood attracted several carrion corpses, and the two of them were dragged down, slowing down.

Originally, Li Yifei, who was slightly slower than the two, arrived in front of the four-carrying black lacquer coffin ahead of schedule. He stood beside the pure black lacquer coffin next to the cameraman. Uncontrollably ecstatic, he directly pushed open the lid of the black lacquer coffin. Li Yifei Shouted in a distorted voice: "Nanjing! There is only one empty safe coffin left! Grab it!"

"You guys have today too hahahahahaha!"

Speaking of which, Li Yifei stepped into the black lacquered coffin, and the coffin lid was quickly closed.

Nan Jing and Yu Anyan are very close to the black lacquered coffin. Behind them are dozens of carrion corpses that keep coming. Some of the carrion corpses have sharp fingers in the shape of black hooks. Those fingers can poke out the coffin board directly. A hole, if it is poked on a person, it will definitely poke a blood hole.

Entering the coffin is imminent!

Yu Anyan looked calm with a hint of arrogance, almost without hesitation: "Nan Jing, you go into the coffin."

"I……"

It was meant to die.

Before Yu Anyan could finish his sentence, Nan Jing pushed his chest hard suddenly, and he staggered backwards.

Nan Jing cut across a rotting corpse with a knife, and watched Yu Anyan being pushed into the coffin quietly.

Yu Anyan's pale hand squeezed the raised side panel of the black lacquered coffin, but he was completely unable to stop his body from going down.

"South Mirror..."

Yu Anyan fell into the black lacquered coffin, his always indifferent and lofty black pupils tightened, Yu Anyan stretched his hands desperately, and the sockets of his eyes instantly turned red.

Nan Jing stood in the tide of rotting corpses that kept pouring in, and said calmly: "If you die, I can't live either."

He had to get the bell in Yu Anyan's body to break this connection.

Yu Anyan's eyelids twitched, his black pupils were filled with shock, and the red tear mole under the corner of his right eye jumped in shock following his expression, his body completely fell into the black lacquered coffin, and the coffin lid instantly flew up and closed tightly Already, covering all his words.

Nan Jing shook the fruit knife neatly, shaking off some rotten meat and mucus on the knife. He stood beside the black lacquered coffin, holding the coffin lid in his hand as a shield.

Now he was alone, and all the rotting corpses in this room rushed towards him densely.

As for the pure black lacquered coffin, there was only one lift, and there was no one knowing what kind of dirty things were hidden inside this lift. Standing next to it, one could clearly smell the rancid musty smell emanating from the inside.

Nan Jing stood beside the black lacquered coffin, lifted the lid of the coffin to block the rotting corpses that kept pouring in, he leaned back, his waist hit the side panel of the coffin, Nan Jing's waist suddenly stiffened, he felt something He tightly circled his waist.

Nan Jing's waist trembled slightly, he lowered his head slowly, and saw his waist was embraced by a pair of hands.

It was a pair of slender hands with the nails torn off. The flesh of the fingernails was rotten pink and dripping with pus.

Nan Jing was violently pulled by these hands, and he fell into the black lacquered coffin uncontrollably. Nan Jing felt as if he had landed on an extremely cold body, and the smell of rancid blood made his throat ache. .

Taking advantage of the glimmer of light that came through the gap before the lid of the black lacquered coffin was completely closed, Nan Jing opened his eyes and looked beside him, his heart skipped a beat.

Just less than a finger away from him, he clearly saw another face in the coffin.

His face was pale and pale, his lips were painted extremely red, and he was cut open from the root of his ear to his lips. The wound should have been cut open by a blunt knife, the blood-red flesh rolled out, and the entire split lip was cut again. The white hemp rope half as thick as a finger is twisted and twisted.

There are two huge holes in the eyes. Looking at it from the south mirror, there are several completely black pupils, turning wildly in the holes, and oozing foul-smelling black blood, which is thick on the face. □□ There are two traces washed out on it.

It's the woman in white!She was actually lying in this coffin!

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