Nightmare Attack

But his remaining imagination could only support him to this point, because next he saw the person in front of him taking the knife, Wu holding his knife with his right hand, and looking at him with a pale face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

No matter how hard the sword demon tried, the ghost-headed sword that had already connected with his mind would not move at all.

There is no tacit understanding or feedback at all.

"Hahaha

The sword demon laughed awkwardly, "Brother Wu is indeed very skilled. That's the end of today's competition. I'll return the knife."

There are some private matters, and I will decide to come over to have a drink with my brothers some other day. "

"Farewell!"

Just when the sword demon was shrinking his neck and was about to leave in despair, he pulled the ghost-headed sword in his hand and found that the blade was still motionless. Wu raised his eyebrows and looked at him with an increasingly playful look.

"Guji." The sword demon swallowed and spat, "Since Brother Wu is interested in this knife, let's give it to him to play with. You're welcome. We are all brothers. I heard that you took advantage of that bitch of the Chief Judge. It’s so satisfying to kill him!”

"The Night Watcher and I also have a grudge, a mortal grudge, so the enemy of my enemy is a friend. You and I are as close as brothers. We hit it off as soon as we saw it. The sword is given to heroes. Take it and take it. Don't be polite to me!" said the sword demon, cupping his fists! : "The knife is gone. If you don't have a brother, don't send it away. Stay behind. Don't stay behind!"

This time, finding no one to stop him, the Sword Demon turned around and walked away. After turning a corner, he even raised his legs and ran away. As he ran, he cursed in his heart, "Singer, this bastard, knows how to deceive people and harm others." I’ve lost my precious sword, damn, if those guys, the magician and puppet master, find out about this, they won’t be laughed at for the rest of their lives!”

But soon he no longer had this worry, because he discovered that this alley seemed to be endlessly long. After running for so long, there were still familiar scenes around him, as if he had just been here not long ago.

Fear instantly took over his heart. He slowly turned his neck and the corners of his eyes twitched. He saw Wu standing not far behind him, about 10 meters away from him.

His ghost-headed sword was thrown to the ground, and Wu remained in the same posture as before, tilting his head and looking at him with a half-smile. He held the scabbard in his left hand and stretched out his right hand to him, beckoning him to come over.

"Wow."

“Clatter, crash, crash.

At night, Jiang Cheng was awakened by a strange noise. He was sleeping very lightly. He slowly left the mattress and walked out of the bedroom. He found that the fat man was tightly wrapped in the quilt and sleeping soundly.

The strange noise came from downstairs.

He gently patted the fat man awake and signaled him to be silent.

Fortunately, the fat man can be regarded as a person who has seen strong winds and waves. He is no longer the fat man before, and he quickly woke up.

Jiang Cheng found a bat and held it in his hand, while the fat man picked up the folding chair placed in the corner. The two of them walked downstairs quietly, one behind the other.

The sound came from the direction of the kitchen. It seemed like someone was rummaging through something in the kitchen and then touched a plastic bag, causing a "clattering" sound.

But who would sneak into their kitchen in the middle of the night?

Even if he wanted to steal something, he wouldn't leave his valuables in the kitchen.

"Doctor." The fat man mouthed to Jiang Cheng, his expression a little nervous: "Could it be someone sent by the night watchman? They knew they couldn't defeat us head-on, so they sent someone to the kitchen to poison us, hoping to find an opportunity to poison us. ?”

The fat man's brain circuit was always strange. Hearing the fat man say this, Jiang Cheng felt a little relieved. The fat man was real and must not have been transferred.

After realizing that the doctor ignored him, the fat man shut up and stopped talking.

At this moment, the people in the kitchen seemed to realize that there was someone outside, so the sound of stirring disappeared.

Jiang Cheng frowned, as if he suddenly thought of something, and turned back to look at his own shadow.

The shadow is gone.

"No?" Jiang Cheng asked softly, "Is it you?"

There was silence inside.

Jiang Cheng and Fatty walked up and found that there was no one inside. However, a cabinet at the edge of the kitchen was opened and the contents inside were rummaged through.

They are all garbage bags and other debris left over from fat people's shopping.

At this moment, a shaky shadow appeared on the wall.

The fat man looked at the shadow and then at the messy trash bags, "Brother Wu, what do you mean when you get up and dig through the trash bags at night?" The fat man felt a little distressed: "If you are hungry, I can get up and make you something to eat. Yes, we won’t go through the garbage looking for food. Don’t look at the doctor who always complains about poverty. He still has a lot of money left by selling himself!"

Wu on the wall seemed a little embarrassed and did not speak. Instead, there was a line of blood writing on the wall: "I need garbage bags to put garbage in." After a pause, he seemed to be worried that his expression was unclear, and then added Said: "Large garbage bag.

"What kind of rubbish are you pretending to be?" Jiang Cheng and Fatty suddenly had an ominous premonition.

No words were spoken this time

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and asked in a different way: "How big is the garbage you want to install?"

The shadow on the wall raised his hand, probably compared with Jiang Cheng's height, then thought for a moment, and then raised it again.

"1.9 meters?" Jiang Cheng asked seemingly casually.

Shadow nodded subconsciously.

Fatty: "??! What kind of rubbish is 1.9 meters tall?"

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and figured it out in his mind. It seemed that Wu had just killed a 1.9-meter guy and was worried about causing trouble for them. Now he was looking for garbage bags all over the world!

"Where is that garbage now?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Wu stretched out his hand and pointed to the alley behind the studio.

Knowing that everyone is a troublemaker, this 1.9-meter-large piece of garbage most likely came here to look for trouble tonight. It should have been sent by the night watchman. After no discovery, he was killed easily.

"Fat man, go find him some large garbage bags." Jiang Cheng patted the fat man on the shoulder. The fat man was completely confused. He felt like he was the accomplice of the perverted murderer in the movie.

"Can

The fat man hesitated: "We don't have such big garbage bags."

Shadow thought for a moment and gave a warm reminder: "You can also find a few more small ones."

After seeing this, the fat man felt bad again. He trembled a few times and said with a sad face: "No, I'd better do a good deed. I'll find you two older ones. Everyone is dead, so let them suffer less." .

After finding it, Fatty handed the garbage bag to Wu, and the other party disappeared.

Only then did the fat man notice that beside the wall where Wu was standing, on the side of the refrigerator, stood a very exaggerated broadsword. The broadsword was more than 1 meter long. It looked very domineering, a bit like the ghost used for beheading in ancient times. Head knife.

What's even more bizarre is that there are characters engraved crookedly on the blade.

"none

The fat man came closer and blinked, then turned to look at Jiang Cheng who was also confused, "Why is this guy so speechless?"

Well, is he a pervert who is interested in Brother Wu?’