Bug Master In Doomsday

Wang Mang experienced the palpitations and suffocation from his soul, his eyes gradually blurred, and the mottled walls in the corridors gradually shattered like mirrors.

He resisted the pain in his heart, struggling to stand up, he staggered down the stairs, and when he reached the top of the stairs, he didn't care about the pain on his body. He just moved his body vigorously, trying to stick his head out and sounded there. Take a look at the hall on the first floor of the gunfire,

The surrounding scenes gradually collapsed. At the last moment when Wang Mang disappeared, he finally saw the scene in the hall!

The two corpses fallen in a pool of blood had their eyes wide open, their heads tilted to one side, and the pupils that lost their focus seemed to look at the stairs before they died.

A weak and fragile child turned his back to Wang Mang, as if he had sensed something. He tilted his head back slightly, looking at Wang Mang with a pair of desperate and innocent eyes that were not mixed with human emotions, and then turned his head.

When Wang Mang looked at his eyes, his heart was even more cramped. It was too late to regret, too late to be sad. This familiar and unfamiliar world collapsed!

There was another vertigo-like trance. It took a long time for Wang Mang to slowly open his eyes. In his eyes was a dilapidated and yellowed ceiling. The air was a bit sultry and an old dirty black electric fan was creaking.

Witnessing everything in the room, Wang Mang suddenly sat up on the bed covered with a summer mat, covered his head uncomfortably, and muttered, "This is my home!"

"Brother Mang, open the door, I have something to look for you," Wang Hu's unique loud voice sounded from outside the house, along with the sound of a ‘bang~bang~bang' knock on the door.

"Come, here!" Wang Mang replied loudly, put on his shoes and walked towards the door of the house, his nerves were a little confused at the moment, and the rapid change between the scenes made it difficult for him to adapt!

The feeling of palpitations and suffocation just now seemed to remain in his heart, and now I don't know what is going to happen to my heartache again!

Wang Mang held back his doubts, holding the door armrest with one hand, and opened the door. He was dressed in a white undershirt outside the house. Wang Hu with a bit of youthful childishness on his face wiped the beads of sweat on his cheeks, and his dark face With a happy smile,

"Brother Mang, I have paid my salary. Today is your birthday. I bought a gift specially for you!"

Wang Mang stood in front of the door, looking at Wang Hu at this time, his eyes showed a look of astonishment. What kind of product is this desperate situation? Why can even the Wang Hu of five or six years ago imitate the vividness of the outline, not bad at all? !

At this time, Wang Hu was carrying a gift box paper bag that was extremely inconsistent with his identity, and smiled at Wang Mang with a smile, "Brother Mang, you are so happy and stupid," Wang Hu unceremoniously stuffed the paper box into Wang Mang's hand. , Walked into the room on his own, holding up the teapot on the table and pouring it into his mouth,

"Huh--! This weather makes me so hot," Wang Hu, who was full of tea, sat paralyzed in his chair, and looked at Wang Mang still standing in front of the door. He couldn't help but asked suspiciously, "Brother Mang, you today What's the matter, why is it so weird!"

Wang Mang's dazed mind was suddenly awakened by Wang Hu's thoughts. He looked at the paper bag in his hand and smiled slightly, "Ahu, you bothered!"

"Hehe, Brother Mang, you are so polite with me. We grew up in an orphanage together since childhood. I always treat you as my own brother!"