"What's going on?" Yin Hui was stunned: "The body was obviously stiff, and its breathing and heartbeat had stopped. Why is this guy... what's going on?" He used his brain and thought quickly, not knowing what to say.

After the corpse jumped down from the bed, he looked up at himself in the direction of the air outlet, and his mouth slightly raised.

A smile, a corpse smile. It was so weird and terrifying that even Yin Hui couldn't stand this anxious gaze.

"What's going on? What's going on?" His mind was occupied by this terrifying scene, unable to think about it, and hesitated whether to rush out.

But if you rush out, wouldn’t you fall into the enemy’s trap and expose your whereabouts to the other party?

No, for the sake of the overall situation, it’s better to hide it here.

Perhaps this is just one of the other party's plans to lead him out.

His eyes were also staring at the Onmyoji who had been dead for a long time, and a faint smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, hehe." His dry and stiff lips cracked and cracked, making a rude and mechanical laughter echoed around in this closed space, reaching Yin Hun's ears, making the fear that jumped in his mind more active.

Crack, Crack.

His stiff limbs were slowly moving, and every step he moved would make a creaking sound. It was thought that his joints were stiff and he twisted his limbs hard.

"What...what is he going to do?" Yin Hui, who was hiding in the vent, looked at the guy and found that he had walked towards several special forces soldiers who fainted on the ground.

"Hehe, hehe." The rude voice came from the throat like steel and concrete, which sounded so harsh that it made people unconsciously feel a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

The corpse's greedy eyes stared at the special forces soldiers who fainted on the ground, slowly twisted their bodies and fell down, leaned against one of the special forces soldiers, and slowly grabbed the dry arms, heading towards their heads.

Yin Hui's heart was beating wildly nervously, wishing she could jump out of here to save the special forces. But she kept in mind the words that Thorns had told her, taking the overall situation into consideration, even if she sacrificed a few lives, or even herself.

He also carries greater responsibilities, so he can't go out.

Enduring the torture of conscience, he watched the Onmyoji stretch out his palm so bloodyly, trying to dig into the eyes of the special forces.

With a crisp sound, blood poured out of his eyes like a flood that broke through his dam. When the blood column stopped, he realized that the eyes that were originally filled with black and transparent light were now replaced by a dark blood hole. And the shiny eyes appeared on the hands of Onmyoji's corpse.

He swallowed it greedily, chewed it hard, making a creaking sound of teeth rubbing, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face, as if he was tasting a fresh grape at this moment.

Click.

His right hand suddenly penetrated into his other eye again.

Puchi.

The blood column was spurted out like a tap water pipe that suddenly released, spraying the corpse's face. He greedily stretched out his boring tongue and licked the blood around his mouth hard, clattering.

The other bright eyeball was also swallowed by him, but it still had the greedy expression of juice.

Yin Hui wanted to run out of the vent and tear the guy in half.

"Hehe, hehe." The rude voice came out of his throat again in a vague way, as if something was blocking his throat.

"Hehe, hehe." The corpse smiled and looked up at Yin Hui who was hiding in the vent, while extending his other hand to the eyes of another special forces soldier.

Yin Hui looked at the direction he pointed at, and was stunned. His head was filled with blood and he had a great headache.

The special forces soldier who fell to the ground turned out to be a thorn.

Brambles was wearing the costume of a special forces soldier and fell among the group of special forces soldiers. The palm of the corpse would be dug out Brambles' eyes in less than two seconds.

"Not good." Yin Hui cursed inwardly. The greater the power, the greater the responsibility, the more fucking shit.

Without caring about the danger of being discovered by the enemy, he opened the hinge window of the vent, and his body rushed towards Onmyoji like an arrow.

But the moment he pounced on Onmyoji, everything in front of him disappeared. He hurriedly turned around, but in the end he was not sure and hit a vase next to him.

When he threw a glass fiber reinforced steel table in the vase, he broke it. Looking at the glass slags all over the ground, feeling the pain on his shoulders, and the body of Onmyoji lying on the bed, he realized that he had fallen into the trap.

He hurriedly looked at the location of the special forces, and it was empty. At this moment, they all appeared at the door of the bathroom, covered in blood, and had already fallen into a coma.

A guy's eyes actually squeezed out of the cracks of his eyes, hanging on his face like grapes. He was in a coma and trembled occasionally. With every trembling of his eyes, his eyes were blowing around on his face, as if he could fall from his eyes at any time.

"Strange? Just now, the eyeballs were obviously swallowed by Onmyoji... something was wrong, everything was wrong." Yin Hui leaned against the wall, drew a talisman in the void, and looked around vigilantly.

However, the scenery around is blurry and changing at any time, and the mind is dizzy, and I feel like I am about to fall out of a coma.

"Hahahaha, the incredible group, but that's it." A familiar voice came from the direction of the window.

Yin Hui looked at him and saw a figure in black swaying around.

He tried his best to suppress the performance of the drug, held a table next to him, and prevented himself from falling down.

"You... are you... who are you?" Although he wanted to keep his mind clear, his mind seemed to be running rapidly, and even the scenery around him was turning, making him feel a little unsteady.

"Can't you hear my voice?" The familiar voice squeezed into Yin Hun's ears from all directions again.

He thought quickly, and finally a name popped up in his mind: "Old Mao."

Yes, it's the assistant of Thorns, Lao Mao.

Didn’t Mao already die in that fire?

"Are you... Lao Mao?" Yin Hui asked in an incredible tone.

Mao's appearance surprised him very much. He originally thought that he must be from the Onmyoji family.

"Yes, I didn't expect it." Lao Mao walked up without any concern for Yin Hui and sat on a stool in front of him.

"Come here... Come here..." Yin Hui shouted loudly, but no one responded at all.

"Don't shout, the entire nine-story building is fascinated by my Soul-Slaying Sphere. No one can wake up without my exclusive antidote." Lao Mao said proudly: "But your kid's endurance is pretty good. It's time yet, but he hasn't fallen."

"So that... what I saw just now was actually the hallucinations created by Soul-Devouring Sphere..." Yin Hui gritted his teeth and insisted. When he was about to fall into a coma, he bit his tongue to keep his clear mind.

"Yeah, that's right. With the effect of the medicine of My Soul-Devouring Powder, you can still keep a clear mind. But you are not as false as I imagined. But it's too late now. Even if the Emperor comes, I can't save you. The order from the superior is to take Onmyoji away, and the second is to force you to tell the password of the password box."

"Haha, take Onmyoji away? You... whatever you want. Anyway, he... has become... a corpse..." Yin Hui smiled and looked at Onmyoji.

"What?" After hearing Yin Hui say this, Lao Mao's face was also gloomy and sunny. He walked to the Onmyoji's bed, took a closer look at his breath, and then touched his pulse in disbelief.

There is really no heartbeat.

But the electrocardiogram is still leaping...

He suddenly remembered something and immediately went to find the connection cable of the electrocardiogram instrument.

But there is only one machine for the electrocardiogram, so there is no connection cable.

He was stunned by Yin Hui.

"You... OK. Since you can't take Onmyoji away, taking you away will still be a great achievement." Mao said, just walking up fiercely, clenching his fists with both hands, as if he wanted to beat him up and breathe.

Seeing his slowly approaching, Yin Hui's heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his narrow chest cavity.

He tried his best to suppress his inner mania, but it didn't work at all. The other party's hideous hands were about to pinch his neck, but he had no ability to resist and could only let the other party slaughter.

If this guy captured him and went to the Onmyoji family, it would be fine to use the beauty trick in order to force him to tell the password, but if the other party was scolded, wouldn't it be a big problem?

When Yin Hui's heart trembled when he thought of Japan's torture. However, his whole body was sore and weak, and he was about to fall to the ground immediately.

He clearly felt a pair of cold hands squeezing his neck, as if the force of pliers made him unable to breathe. He tried hard to open his eyes, but could not see clearly the person in front of him.

At the end, the pain on the neck completely disappeared, and the consciousness gradually became weak.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, his sleepy consciousness woke up again. He clearly saw that Lao Mao's body suddenly flew to the opposite side like an arrow, and finally hit the wall, fell firmly to the ground, and spit out a mouthful of pain.

"How...can you...may?" Lao Mao spit out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground and couldn't move.

"How could I not be fascinated by your soul-taking scattering, right?" Jingtie said in a faint voice, and walked to Yin Hun's side, picked him up with his slender arms, and half lay in his arms.

Suddenly, the comfort made Yin Hui enjoy it very much, and she kept rubbing her body.

I guess this little move was discovered by Thorns, so I gently bounced Yin Hui's forehead, as if to teach a disobedient elementary school student a lesson: "It's time yet, I still don't forget to eat tofu."

Then she gently opened her mouth.

"Did... she finally fulfill her promise and relive the feeling of kissing?" His confused brain was thinking randomly, waiting for the thorns to take advantage of the situation and rob.

A cold thing touched his lips, a little cold. He didn't know what it was and didn't want to eat it.

"If you take it, this is the antidote." Jingtie said, then stuffed the pills hard.

"Cough cough, cough cough." He quickly swallowed the cold pills as big as glass balls. In addition to the cold feeling, it seemed that the rich milky fragrance on the thorny arms was also stuck on it.

"Cough cough." He coughed in disappointment. He was originally waiting for the soft lips of thorns, but he didn't expect that what he had brought in the end was a cold bead.

"How could you... have...anticipated." Lao Mao, who sprayed blood again, fell to the ground with a sore and weak body, staring at Jingthorn unwillingly, with hatred and confusion on his face.

"Don't I know the little bit in your heart?" Jing Thief looked at Lao Mao coldly.

Lengbingbing, like the cold look when looking at others, without any hatred.
Chapter completed!