Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

Anyone?

Who? !

Little Apple's first reaction was a surprise: so there were other players who were teleported together! But on second thought it felt wrong. All players other than them should be dead. Even if someone survived in the wild, why haven't they come to join them for so many days?

What's more, the first snowy night was so cold, let alone ghosts hidden in the snow, even if it wasn't haunted, it would be impossible for a normal person to survive the night in the snow!

Then who was the one who had lunch here a while ago?

Little Apple clenched the watermelon knife on her waist. Lian Qiao didn't say anything, just bent down and continued to rummage through the construction waste.

Little Apple asked: "What are you looking for?"

Lian Qiao: "Weapons."

Little Apple was stunned for a moment, then remembered that Lian Qiao had already thrown the lighted crowbar to Xu Rendong. This is the only anti-ghost Noble Phantasm in the ghost world.

Lian Qiao not only gave up the crowbar, but also threw out all the equipment in the backpack. At this moment, the two of them only have a watermelon knife on their bodies. If they really want to use their hands, Lian Qiao will suffer greatly.

Little Apple hurriedly handed out the watermelon knife: "Then give this back to you!" Just kidding, Lian Qiao's fighting power is much stronger than her, she will still settle the account!

As long as Joe doesn't die, she has a chance to escape. What's more, if even Qiao hangs up, let alone ghosts, Xu Rendong will have to kill her when she comes out of school!

Even Joe didn't answer, just rummaging through the rubble. Soon, he grabbed a brick and weighed it in his hand.

"Well, that's it."

Little Apple: "..." Is it really appropriate to use a brick to knock a ghost?

Lian Qiao is thoughtful after all, he is not satisfied with one brick - he finds several bricks and stuffs them into his coat pocket.

The bricks of that era were still solid bricks of conscience, very heavy. When Lian Qiao saw that Little Apple was worried, he generously gave her two pieces, telling her that the bricks could not only be knocked on, but also thrown out as a hidden weapon, which was very useful.

Little Apple: "..." I understand the truth, but I really can't handle these two bricks!

Under Apple's strict refusal, Lian Qiao had no choice but to put the two beautifully shaped slabs back into his pocket, then turned his head and walked towards the unfinished building. Little Apple caught up and asked in surprise, "Aren't you tired of walking with so many bricks on your back?"

"It's alright." Qiao didn't even turn her head back, "I hold the baby every day recently, and my arms are strong. Our baby son is much heavier than this brick."

Apple: "…Yes."

One thing to say, even Joe is quite handsome with one hand holding the baby.

The two entered the unfinished building, and the eyes were dark. It is reasonable to say that there should be mobile phone lighting here, but unfortunately, after so many days in, the two's mobile phones have long been out of power. The flashlight that Lian Qiao brought out was on the side of Honeysuckle again, so now I had to touch the dark.

Fortunately, the structure of the unfinished building is relatively simple. As soon as you enter, it is a large empty room, with holes in the walls all around, letting in a little light.

The two narrowed their eyes, and with the little light, they barely recognized the scene in the hall.

I don't know what this building was originally built for. The ground was littered with broken bricks and tiles, and there were exposed wires on the wall, as if there was an electric light. Lian Qiao touched the unpainted wall for a while and found the light switch. A click, but the light didn't come on.

No power.

This is also normal.

The wind from the street blew in through the hole in the wall, and it was cool. At this time, the peak period for work and school has passed, the road has become quiet, and even the wind has brought a sense of desertion. Xiao Apple felt that her back was cold, she couldn't help rubbing her arms and complaining, "It's too dark here, I can't see anything clearly."

Lian Qiao's voice came from the darkness, clear and calm: "It might be better to go upstairs."

Going upstairs? !

Little Apple instinctively didn't want to go, but she knew it was impossible not to go. If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can't get a tiger's son. If there is really any key clue hidden in this scene, the clue will definitely not lie under the sun waiting for them to come.

It's useless to be afraid, she decided to come.

Lian Qiao won't trick her, but she won't protect her like she would protect Honeysuckle, so she can only be careful and follow Lian Qiao upstairs.

The stairs are narrow and characteristic of that era. The steps were littered with all kinds of junk, but the light was too dim to see clearly. Little Apple held her breath and took every step with extreme care, for fear of making a noise and disturbing the things upstairs.

Lian Qiao didn't know whether it was because he had good night vision, or whether he was a talented artist, and the darkness did not affect his speed at all. But when he took a few steps, he would stop and wait for the little apple.

So, in just a dozen steps, the two walked for several minutes, and finally came to the second floor.

The light on the second floor is better than that on the first floor, but it is still an empty large room with nothing special except construction waste.

Lian Qiao intends to go further. Little Apple asked in a low voice, "Are we going to the top?"

"..." For some reason, Lian Qiao didn't reply immediately.

Little Apple waited for his answer in surprise, vaguely feeling that his breathing rate was a little faster.

Something is wrong.

"What's wrong with you?" Little Apple whispered, "Have you found anything?"

"...No." Lian Qiao finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly, "...It hurts a bit."

"Pain?" Little Apple was puzzled at first, then panicked, "Back?"

Lian Qiao made a low "um". He took another deep breath, and then said, "It's been in pain for three days. It's hurting a little bit now."

Apple is shocked. She thought that the ghost claw mark was just a mark, and it also had a damage effect? ! But she couldn't see that even Joe was patient!

Is it because Xu Rendong is worried? But this kind of thing is life-threatening, it's still hidden, it's just—

At this point, Little Apple was shocked again.

No, she should know what Lian Qiao is thinking.

What if I told Xu Rendong about the ghost paw print? What can he do to save Lian Joe?

It just adds to the trouble.

Little Apple felt complicated and didn't know what to say. Lian Qiao didn't care what she was thinking, just walked up without saying a word.

Little Apple raised her head and looked at the faint back in the dark, suddenly felt sour in her heart.

"Hello..." As soon as Little Apple opened her mouth, she felt a slap in front of her.

"Shh! Don't talk for now!" Lian Qiao slapped her mouth with a slap, startling Little Apple so much that she almost fell off the steps.

Lian Qiao's palms were hot and sweaty. Little Apple's face became hot, and she couldn't help pursing her lips. Inadvertently, her lips touched Lian Qiao's palm, and she suddenly felt that Lian Qiao's palm had many strange dents.

Like... a nail print?

Little Apple's heart skipped a beat - is he in such pain?

Has he always been so patient?

Lian Qiao and Xu Rendong are indeed a family. He shouldn't be called Lian Qiao, he should have changed his name to Xu Rentong.

It's strange, obviously it is an emergency, but there are many strange thoughts in Xiao Apple's heart. She couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly.

Lian Qiao seemed to be wary of something and didn't notice the strangeness of Little Apple. He took two steps down, walked back to Little Apple, and said in a very low voice beside her ear, "Did you hear... the singing?"

Little Apple was stunned for a moment, and quickly listened attentively. With Lian Qiao's reminder, she noticed that there seemed to be a strange sound coming from the top of the stairs.

The voice was exactly what Lian Qiao said, like singing. But the melody is very strange. It is high-pitched and low-pitched for a while, and the tune is dragged for a long time, but it often stops abruptly.

The singing is far away and ethereal. The singers were probably on the fourth floor, so they couldn't hear the lyrics. The man also did not notice their arrival.

Little Apple's heart beat faster. She suppressed her frantic heartbeat and asked in a low voice, "What should I do?"

Lian Qiao: "Beat him."

Apple: "…"

Just do it. Lian Qiao quickly jumped up to the fourth floor, grabbed the slab and smashed it towards the source of the singing. While smashing it, he shouted: "Color is emptiness! Empty is color!" The sudden chanting echoed in the empty and dark building. Although absurd, it was somewhat upright.

Little Apple: "???" Throwing bricks also brought on-the-spot consecration? You really beat people and ghosts without delay!

The shadow in the dark also seemed to be stunned for a moment, and it was too late to prevent being hit in the head by a brick, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Hearing the sound of falling to the ground, Little Apple was immediately relieved. Then I thought again, no! Patch up now!

She took out the watermelon knife and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Lian Qiao.

"Don't worry." Lian Qiao said, "He's already fainted."

Xiao Apple said in surprise: "Isn't it time to make up after all hits hard?" (Note)

Lian Qiao was helpless: "Why are you in such a hurry to silence? What if the family is an NPC who provides clues?"

Little Apple: "You said you beat him!"

Lian Qiao: "I said beat him but didn't say kill him. Quickly, help me drag him out and see who he is."

This fourth floor has a different structure from the three floors below, and is divided into two rooms, one large and one small. The great room was connected to the stairs, where they rushed up. But the big room was airtight and dark. There was a little light in the small room.

So each of them dragged an arm and dragged the man into the small room.

Little Apple knew that this guy was a man and a burly man. Warm body temperature, rough and soft skin, all prove that this is a living person, not a ghost.

Little Apple wondered while dragging people, why did this person hide in the dark and sing when he had nothing to do, did he scare himself?

And when they dragged the person to a bright place, they were even more surprised.

This is a monk!

Wearing a bright yellow robe, six scars on the top of his head, and a string of sandalwood rosary around his neck, he looks like an authentic monk!

Little Apple was stunned, turned her head to look at Lian Qiao, but found that Lian Qiao was also shocked.

"It's not **** rock..."

Apple is shocked. At the same time, a crisp sound was heard, which seemed to be the sound of a glass bottle falling to the ground. She turned around in surprise and saw a bottle of "XX Soymilk" on the ground rolling away from Lian Qiao's feet. Not far away, there was a plastic bag on the ground. Inside the plastic bag were two boxes of lunch, unopened and steaming.

The packaging of the lunch box was exactly the same as what they saw in the garbage pile downstairs.

Little Apple didn't respond when she suddenly heard a voice coming from the stairs.

There are still people? ! Is it the monk's accomplice?

Little Apple was shocked. At this time, the monk fell to the ground, his head covered with blood, and the personnel was unknown. Lian Qiao knelt on the ground clutching his chest, dripping with cold sweat and trembling all over, but three **** handprints slowly appeared on his back.

And the voices on the stairs are getting closer! There were several people listening to the voice, laughing and laughing, and their speech was rude.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be a sharp, thin, kitten-like voice. "Um" called out.

What to do? !

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Note: Stiffness: Indicates the state in which the character cannot move after casting a certain skill/after taking specific damage.