I Am the Corpse King

   Chapter 45

   "Sir, what's wrong with you?" Ning Yuer said.

   Seeing Tang Ye laughing wildly and harshly, Ning Yuer's face became more worried, Tang Ye stopped laughing and turned to look at Ning Yuer.

   He took the pen next to him and wrote a line on the table with a strange expression.

  Your name is Ning Yuer?

   "Ah? Yes?" Ning Yuer nodded and replied.

Oh!

   "What's your name, little gentleman?" Ning Yuer asked.

   Tang Ye nodded, started writing and wrote on the table: My surname is Tang.

   "Oh, my surname is Tang, what's that called?"

  Tang Ye was not returning to her, but walked out the door, came out of the dormitory building and brought in the two bags of snacks that were placed outside.

   "Thank you...Thank you!"

  Ning Yu'er blushed when she saw it and said, and then looked at Tang Ye, whose face was covered in blood, and said again, "Little gentleman, wash your face, it's so dirty~"

Tang Ye nodded, walked over to the washstand and slapped his face, Ning Yu'er quietly stood beside him and looked at him, after Tang Ye had just washed his hair, Ning Yu'er said, "Little sir, look at him. I."

   Her face was very red, and the red was alluring. Tang Ye turned his head to her strangely, but before he could react, Ning Yuer leaned into his face and kissed him like a dragonfly. Tang Ye was stunned for a while.

   Looking at his silly appearance, she couldn't see that he was just brutal, the deer in her heart bumped, and she ran out with a blushing face.

Tang Ye stared blankly at her back, suppressing the excitement in his heart. At that moment, many thoughts appeared in his heart, but Ning Yuer was just a child in his heart, and he didn't want to be too entangled with her. .

   shook his head, silently washed off the blood on his arm, and walked towards the door.

  …

   In a dark corridor, Zheng Minghui sneaked cautiously with a knife in his hand, looking at the dark road in front of him with no end in sight, cold sweat could not help pouring out of his head. The dark environment always makes people feel fear in their hearts.

   He has a flashlight, but he doesn't dare to turn it on. He is afraid that there is something really waiting for him in front of him. He would rather pretend that he doesn't know what to do than face it.

In front of a door that came unknowingly, Zheng Minghui became more and more frightened. After being silent for a long time, he was ready to open the door to avoid the dry blood on the ground. Look both ways!

  Crack!

   The door opened, Zheng Minghui opened the door, took a photo with a flashlight, and found that there were some discarded wires and tools of unknown names, but there were no zombies, so he put it down and closed the door.

   "Hide here for a while, and then go out after a while, Mad, it's scary, why am I running to this place when I have nothing to do, **** that zombie, you wait for me!"

   Zheng Minghui cursed loudly. When he thought of Tang Ye's appearance, his teeth itch with hatred. If he hadn't been chasing him, he wouldn't have come to this ghost place.

   Putting the flashlight on the ground, Zheng Minghui reached out and found something. After a while, he took out a pack of spicy sticks and gnawed on it. The flashlight rolled on the ground.

   Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him. The figure held an iron rod and smashed Zheng Minghui's head. Zheng Minghui suddenly looked up at the figure and almost scared the urine out.

   He rolled and didn't know if he could dodge it, but he just rolled!

boom!

The    iron rod smashed on the round stool behind him, Zheng Minghui stood up with the knife, and looked at each other with his eyes.

"what!"

   "Ah, zombies!"

   "Where? Where are the zombies? Huh? Not zombies!"

   The two screamed at the same time, and Zheng Minghui also saw the face of the other side. He was a disgraced man with tattered clothes!

   "Who are you and how did you get in?" the man asked.

   "I Nima walked in, how else can I get in? Come in sideways?" Zheng Minghui said!

   "From the outside?"

"yes!"

   "You didn't encounter that monster?"

   "It's a crawling monster! It's so strong that it can tear open iron doors!"

   "What? I didn't see it!"

   Zheng Minghui shook the man's face with a flashlight, but he didn't agree, and turned on the flashlight and slapped Zheng Minghui in the face.

   "Shake your horse!"

   "You shake first! Pull the wool?"

"Try again?" Zheng Minghui said arrogantly, then took out the rifle from his back and looked at the face of the man on the opposite side with a strange expression. He wouldn't tell him that the bullets had been shot by himself, and now Just scare him off!

   The man on the opposite side changed his face when he saw the rifle in Zheng Minghui's hand, and immediately took out a pistol from his clothes and pointed it at Zheng Minghui. His face was very nervous, and he couldn't tell Zheng Minghui that it was a fake!

   Zheng Minghui’s face panicked when he saw the gun on the other side. Since he got the real gun, others have it too. If someone said that the person on the other side was holding a fake gun, I’m afraid he wouldn’t do much!

   "Ah, brother, let's calm down, let's put our guns on the ground, and have something to say!" Zheng Minghui tried his best to keep his tone calmer, and said to the man opposite.

   "Okay! Let's put it together!"

   "I count three, let's play together! One, two..." Zheng Minghui said, and began to count, but he was interrupted by the person on the other side halfway through the count.

   "Wait! What if I let you go and you don't? That won't work! I count three, and we each throw our guns at each other, okay?"

   "Okay!" Zheng Minghui listened to what he said, thought for a while and agreed, he didn't feel anything wrong, and there was no bullet in his gun! As long as he gets his gun, his life can be at his own disposal!

   Hearing this, the person on the other side had a happy expression on his face, feeling that he was making a steady profit. He originally felt that this suggestion was very bad. After thinking about it carefully, it was useless at all, but he did not expect Zheng Minghui to agree so readily!

   "I'm starting to count!"

"one"

"two"

"three!"

"Throw!"

  Clap!

   As soon as he finished counting, Zheng Minghui threw the rifle in his hand, and the man opposite was stunned for a while, and threw the fake pistol in Zheng Minghui's nervous look!

   The two quickly picked up the guns with joy on their faces, and then they all pointed their guns at each other!

   "Hahaha, you are finished, I bet you have no bullets in your gun! Hahaha!" Zheng Minghui looked at him and laughed.

  It was stunned for a moment and pulled the trigger at Zheng Minghui.

  Crack!

The sound of    jamming sounded, the man's face was bitter, but the next second he laughed again.

   "No bullets! Oh, brother, you bet I have no bullets in my gun, do you really think you are Yan Shuangying? It's fake that I still blocked your gun! Fuck!"

   "Aha?" Zheng Minghui's face froze, and he pressed the trigger at the man, not even a fart behind him!

   "Fuck you, liar!"

   (end of this chapter)