"There is still one person who is not dead. What should I say? How should we do this scene?"

Brother Wang looked at everything in the picture with some confusion.

But just when he was doubtful.

Zhang Feng has already taken action.

He walked up to the woman without hesitation, picked up a chainsaw and cut off her neck.

The girl fell to the ground with a horrified face and rolled to Zhang Feng's feet.

Blood splashed all over Zhang Feng at close range.

The warm blood sprayed onto his face, but it did not change Zhang Feng's expression at all.

"...You are too decisive in using your hands." The fat sister said.

"It's all facts. We can't save her. Let her die early and be born soon." Zhang Feng shook off the blood on the chainsaw and said calmly.

"Well, that's what you said..."

With the death of the girl.

Everything in sight disappeared.

"It's over...just move on."

Zhang Feng muttered.

"Crack-!"

The long sound of the machine opening reached my ears.

The gate sealed by the iron fence unlocked with a sound.

Opening the door casually, Zhang Feng strode in.

[Act III: Feelings--End! 】

【Act 4--begin!】

"Ah, it's over now. I haven't had enough fun yet."

Zhang Feng sat back on the sofa again and stared at the screen with dissatisfaction.

Is this script so short?

I've only been playing for a while and there's no time to play anymore.

Zhang Feng curled his lips and crossed his legs, with the word "That's it" written all over his face.

"..." You're not satisfied with being fucked yet?

The camera returns to Aya.

Aya, who has just stepped through the door, is moving her body.

She moved her wrists and ankles a few times, as if she was adapting to her body, or maybe she was feeling if there was anything abnormal in her body.

Because she had no feeling in her shoulders before, she had to know whether her body had changed.

There was no problem with her body control, but her shoulder still had not fully recovered and she could still feel some numbness.

"Tsk...it's so troublesome, the debuff was actually brought here."

Aya tried to pick up the electric saw. Although her shoulders were weak, she could still barely lift the small electric saw.

After getting used to Aya's body, she took stock of the situation around her.

After passing through the iron gate, she seemed to have entered the passage again.

Next... we have to go to the third underground floor.

Fat Sister is different from Zhang Feng in that she shows full caution.

Because she didn't have Zhang Feng's reckless strength, she could only take every step carefully.

Not to mention, there was something wrong with her shoulder.

With this buff, she can't do many things.

Let's not talk about whether she can smash through a wooden board with one punch like Zhang Feng. In her current state, she can't even lift heavy wooden boards and boxes.

She held her mother's oil lamp in her hand and illuminated her surroundings.

After a while.

Aya was standing at the entrance of the stairs on the third floor. Suddenly, a vague whimpering sound came from the lower part of the corridor, like the muffled sound of an old man who had phlegm in his throat and couldn't cough it up or swallow it.

Aya was about to walk to the stairs when she stopped.

She retracted her feet and looked down along the wall.

Because she was underground, the only light source in the corridor was an old light bulb.

This is the third underground floor.

It's definitely not an old man who puts garbage bags in the corridor. It's also not an aunt who goes out for a walk.

Swallow...

Aya swallowed her saliva softly.

But no matter what, she had to go to the third underground floor.

Aya walked up the stairs carefully.

I counted the steps silently in my mind.

Level one, level two, level three, level twelve...

Level one, level two, level three, level twelve...

The staircase is repeated twice.

That vague coughing sound came from down the corridor again, and it seemed to be closer than last time.

She was very sure that she had been going downwards, which could only mean...

Aya took a deep breath.

He moved his body close to the wall, turned around and ran upstairs!

Third floor, second floor, third floor, second floor, third floor...

Aya ran up the stairs in three steps and two steps at a time, counting the height of the steps in her mind. In just a few minutes, she had already reached a height far exceeding two floors.

Such a distance was enough for her to run downstairs three times.

"Are you so unlucky?" Aya said breathlessly.

"It's just such bad luck." Zhang Feng replied seriously.

"Why did md encounter a wall as soon as he came up? Alas, it's such a bad thing again... If it were normal, I would be able to handle this kind of thing easily."

The fat lady scratched her hair irritably.

She is a sophomore, when does she need to be obedient to a ghost?

Aya stood there without moving, and the coughing sound continued.

The whimpering sounds like an old woman gradually became sharper, like a beast struggling and roaring in a cage, like fingers scratching a blackboard, like a key rubbing glass.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehahahaha!!!"

Until the end, the sobs completely transformed, becoming loud and sharp, echoing repeatedly in the corridor.

"No, why did I end up with this style of painting!!!" The fat lady complained unwillingly.

When Brother Wang was here, he encountered little zombies and just ran away.

When Li Ya was here, she encountered small stories and just ran away.

When Zhang Feng was here, he encountered small monsters, and the monsters just ran away.

But why did she turn into such a ghost as soon as she got here?

This is obviously not a Wraith-level ghost that is easy to kill!!!

Tap tap tap——

When Aya stood on the third floor platform again

The sound of rapid footsteps came directly from in front of her. With the help of the weak light, Aya could see clearly what was coming her way.

That was a skinny woman.

His messy and dirty hair was spread behind him, and his limbs were all skin and bones.

"Uh..." She whimpered indistinctly, and Aya watched helplessly as the woman shook her body and spit out a ball of turbid mucus from her throat.

Bang... The mucus fell to the ground, and it was an eyeball with fascia stuck...

Aya remained silent, holding the small electric saw tightly behind her back.
To be continued...