This aura is deadly

Ying Baiyi quickly got up from the ground, his right hand glowed with golden light, and a beam of lightning appeared in his hand. He held his breath and threw it towards the newly formed monster.

The thunder and lightning penetrated the monster and exploded into a golden flower in the narrow corridor. It split into many small beams of lightning that bounced back and forth in the corridor. Diana covered her head with her jacket and fell to the ground.

"Were you scared just now?!" Ying Boyi asked angrily.

"What?! You mean I shouldn't have avoided the electric current you threw at me just now?" Diana was surprised. She was kneeling on the ground holding her bleeding belly.

"I mean that monster. Were you afraid of that monster just now?" Ying Baiyi said.

Diana remembered what Ying Boyi had said before, that this kind of monster flying in the sky would split infinitely, as long as certain conditions were met...

It seems that this condition is fear...

"I didn't. Some other survivors came out just now to take a look..." Diana explained.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Ying Baiyi said angrily, because he saw that the monster that was exploded by his electricity split into another one.

"Tell them not to come out!" Ying Baiyi turned around and yelled at Diana, and created a bolt of lightning with his right hand again.

At this time, several gunshots were suddenly heard from behind. Diana looked back and found that several survivors holding M14s heard the noise and rushed up to this floor. Seeing this monster for the first time, they were so panicked that they pulled the trigger.

"Get down quickly... hurry up... you will only cause trouble!" Diana urged, the pain in her abdominal wound made her grin and blood flowed all over the floor.

Because of the fear of these survivors, the monster began to split at an exponential rate, one became two, and two became four.

Ying Boyi threw lightning at the nearest monster. Seeing more and more monsters crowding the passage, he cursed, turned around and ran downstairs.

"Hey! Where are you going...! There are many people in the room!" Diana got up and backed away against the wall.

"This floor is hopeless. I want to take away everyone on the lower floor." Ying Boyi said as he ran towards the stairs.

"You can't be so quick... um..." Halfway through Diana's words, the image in front of her eyes turned into a double image, and her right arm and upper body became extremely heavy.

"Damn it..." She cursed secretly, knowing that this was caused by excessive blood loss. If she didn't get effective treatment in a short time, she might end up here...

Ying Boyi had already run downstairs like lightning. Behind Diana, more than a dozen split monsters were rushing towards her.

She remembered that Ying Boyi placed the dozen people he brought with him on the lower floor. It seemed that he only wanted to be responsible for those people.

Diana heard the movement behind her, fired two shots in the back, opened a nearby door and ran in.

She fell to the ground covered in blood, making the survivors in the room turn pale with fright. When they saw it was Diana, they quickly came to help her.

"Back off! Back off!" Diana turned around and lay on her back, kicking the door.

At the same time, a monster got half its body stuck in the crack of the door, scratching the doorframe frantically to get in. Diana raised the revolver and fired the last few horses and bullets into the monster's head.

The monster's head was shattered after being hit by a large-caliber bullet. She reluctantly climbed up, hit her shoulder on the door, and quickly locked the door.

The sound of monster claws scratching was heard outside the door, but soon, people's panicked screams were heard from far away in the corridor. The monsters were attracted by the sound and ran towards their new target.

It was safe for the time being. Diana fell to the ground leaning against the door. Blood seeped out from the wound. Her face was pale, and her whole body was cold due to excessive blood loss. A strong sleepiness came over her, and Diana felt her eyelids getting tighter. Coming heavier and heavier.

She was safe for the time being, maybe only for a few minutes. Outside the door, the hotel had become a Shura field, but Diana was powerless. How long she could live now was a question mark. She leaned against the door and gasped, closing her eyes and enduring the pain in her abdomen.

There were six survivors in the house, two adult men, two women, and two children. They helped Diana to the bedside and fed her mineral water.

Diana grabbed the water bottle and poured some on her wound, not wanting it to become infected or inflamed. A man piled tables and wardrobes in the room near the door and windows, and turned off the lights in the room.

The room fell silent and fell into darkness. Diana asked the survivors to sit in the center of the room, while she leaned against the wardrobe, holding a vase in her hand as a weapon.

She closed her eyes and waited for dawn. Screams and wails could still be heard outside the door, as well as the occasional thunder and lightning.

…

With a "pop" sound, the iron door opened.

Sam looked at the handle on the office wall suspiciously. In his impression, in places like prisons and lunatic asylums, the cell doors should be controlled by a central control room.

It is rare for each floor of the hospital's underground cells to be controlled by an office. And he doubted whether the underground part was built privately.

Chen Ke didn't think as much as Sam did. He couldn't wait to walk into the ward and first looked at the corpse on the bed.

Surprisingly, the body was highly decomposed and emitted a strong stench, making it look like it had been dead for a long time.

He picked up the small book on the ground, exited the ward and came to the corridor, picked up the tactical flashlight to illuminate it, and read through it.

The front half of the small book contains a lot of mixed information.

There were several weeks worth of shopping lists, several summer baseball game results, some phone numbers and addresses, and some spreadsheets that looked like business data. It seems that the owner of the small book is a white-collar worker living an ordinary life.

The second half of the small book contains some scribbled notes. Each page is half a page long or as short as a few sentences, all signed with dates.

"September 2. Something happened today. It was very strange. When I came back from going to the toilet, all my colleagues were gone. There was chaos on the street. I'd better write this down."

"September 7th. It's terrible. The end of the world really happened. Those missing people all turned to ashes. I saw a strange and huge thing in the distance. I hope it doesn't come."

"September 19th. The government radio is calling for the formation of self-rescue camps across the country. This city is finished. I am following a large group of people heading south, hoping to get rid of those flying things. There are probably several thousand of us, and the goal is too big. "It's big, but luckily we have a lot of agency agents and county police escorts, so hopefully they can find a safe place."

"September 21st. Everyone's emotions were high because we got in touch with the army and they suggested that we go out of the city to find them in the temporary military camp, but the road was too dangerous. We have been discussing whether to stay in the city or go out, the administration and the county The police seemed to have different opinions. Although there were occasional quarrels, they were all positive. Watching them gather around the table and make plans made people feel reassured that we would survive. "

"October 1st. Bad news. We found the military camp, but there was no living person inside. They all turned into ashes...Many people died today. There are so many flying things that we can't kill them all. We are running away. Many people were lost on the way, and the county police officers died. May God rest in peace for them. Anyway, I am still alive..."

"October 12th. It took us a long time to return to the city. There was no shelter or supplies outside the city, so we chose to return to the city to establish a temporary stronghold. In the past few days, more and more people have turned into ashes …I’m worried I’ll be next. They say it’s a terminal disease and the doctors in the camp can’t help it…”

"October 29th. Some people entered a state of hysteria. They did not want to stay in this city anymore. I was not sure whether the army would come to rescue us. The Asian agent incited us to look for something. But I didn’t believe him. Several friends I knew joined their team and wished them good luck..."

"November 2. There are only more than 200 of us left. Now we are living in the underground ward of the hospital. A female doctor from the institute is doing her best to find a cure for gray syndrome. People around her are... Disappear, I hope she can disappear soon..."

"November 29th. Mom, I miss you..."

"December 9th. She said I was going to be fine. She said I was going to be fine."

"December 31st. Mom, I see you."

The diary came to an abrupt end, and Chen Ke finally understood the general situation of the world.

The time point when the global population was reduced to ashes was September 2, 2005. The government responded within a short period of time, but before the rescue was implemented, they were reduced to ashes.

The owner of this little book is both lucky and unfortunate. He did not turn into ashes, but died in Jiulin's hands. On December 9, Jiulin must have injected something into him, causing his physical condition to get worse and worse.

If the monsters downstairs are Jiu Lin's successful creations, then this guy is obviously a failure.

"Chen Ke, what did you find?" Sam asked.

Chen Key opened the small book and said: "Her evil deeds."

In this apocalyptic world, why does Jiulin still conduct such evil human experiments? Chen Ke was puzzled.

"It seems that you should know something. We can have a good talk. Then you will understand my approach." At this time, Jiulin's voice came from the loudspeaker on the top of the aisle.

"Sorry, we're not interested." Sam shouted into the speaker.

"She can't hear it, we should leave." Chen Ke patted Sam and turned towards the elevator.