the other side, flower festival

Chapter 16
Si Yangting was shocked and jumped to Jiang Jichen's side. The two stood back to back: "What's the situation? Someone wants to kill us?"

Jiang Jichen said lightly: "It looks like this at the moment, but maybe the other party just wants me to die, and you are just buying one and getting one free."

Si Yang Ting sneered: "My Si Yang Ting, except you, has never dared to look down on me since I was a child! I want to see what they want! It's just a few little monsters making troubles, how can it be difficult?" I can't do it?"

Jiang Jichen and Si Yangting looked at each other sideways, smiled at each other, stopped talking, and flew forward to fight the corpses that were walking upright. I don't care, one black and one white are jumping and attacking in the room, cooperating with each other, but I don't want to, those corpses can't be defeated no matter what, as if they are being controlled by someone.

At that moment, the flames outside the window were burning more and more intensely, almost burning into the morgue. Jiang Jichen grabbed Si Yangting's back, flicked it lightly, and threw it behind him: "Let's go!"

Si Yangting still didn't want to leave: "Why? I haven't checked it out yet. If I leave now, the evidence"

Jiang Jichen roared: "Go! If you don't go, it will be too late!"

As he was talking, Mr. Zhang suddenly sat up from the mortuary bed. The Bianhua flower that had been painted between his eyebrows suddenly emitted a dazzling light. The original deep red Bianhua flower almost bleeds, and his eyeballs changed color, dark Red eyeballs are daunting.

Si Yangting was startled: "Oh! What the hell?"

Jiang Jichen held Si Yang Ting's back in one hand, and raised his hand to throw Si Yang Ting out: "He is controlled, the flower on his forehead is not evidence, but a sign of being controlled, we are not his opponent at all! "

"How do you know so clearly?" Si Yangting followed Jiang Jichen back to the outside, while not forgetting to ask Jiang Jichen his own questions.

Young Master Zhang opened his mouth, his mouth was full of blood and he rushed towards the two of them, his fingernails became very long, and he approached Jiang Jichen for a moment, Jiang Jichen had no time to react, a cut was cut on the white shirt on his arm , blood oozed out of his snow-white long sleeves, he frowned slightly, and with the help of Si Yang Ting, he raised his foot and kicked Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang fell to the ground by Jiang Jichen, but soon stood up again, as if possessed by a demon, and attacked Jiang Jichen again.

Seeing this, Si Yang Ting stepped forward to attack Mr. Zhang, but that Mr. Zhang seemed to have completely lost sight of Si Yang Ting, and only had Jiang Jichen in his eyes, and he made a fatal move.At the same time, the other corpses seemed to have changed their positions and attacked Jiang Jichen together.

Si Yangting was in a hurry and attacked those "zombies" in the chaos, trying to protect Jiang Jichen. Jiang Jichen was already surrounded by a crowd of "zombies", and his snow-white clothes were stained with blood and stains.

Si Yangting scolded: "Jiang Jichen! You fight back! If you only defend but don't attack like this, you don't want to go out again!"

Si Yangting beat and kicked behind everyone's back, but those "people" couldn't see Si Yangting at all.

Jiang Jichen finally gave up his resistance, simply stopped his actions, and let those "people" surround him. In the end, the white clothes disappeared among the group of "people".

Si Yangting was shut out of the crowd alone. He was so anxious that he was sweating and shouted Jiang Jichen's name: "Jiang Jichen! Jiang Jichen, hold me up! I'll save you!"

Jiang Jichen, who was surrounded by those "people", disappeared without a trace, and there was no sound of struggling. Si Yang Ting's eyes were red, and he kicked the group of "people" with all his strength: "Jiang Jichen! What the hell are you talking about here? , I even look down on you! Come out! Jiang Jichen! You are so good at kung fu, why can’t you beat a few dead people?"

Si Yangting couldn't hear Jiang Jichen's voice, and saw that the area surrounded by the group of "people" was getting smaller and smaller, and finally they were the only ones left in place. All the corpses stopped their movements, as if As if nothing had happened, they all lost their strength and fell to the ground.

The moment everyone fell to the ground, Si Yangting stepped forward on the group of corpses, and saw Jiang Jichen was covered in stains and collapsed on the ground with scars all over his body, but his beautiful eyes were tightly closed.

Si Yangting was stunned, even he himself didn't know that he looked like a lost child, he raised his hand and hugged Jiang Jichen tightly in his arms, calling softly: "Brother, wake up! You Wake up the fuck up!"

Jiang Jichen's hand slipped from Si Yang Ting's and fell heavily to the ground.

Si Yang Ting opened his mouth half-opened, looking at Jiang Jichen in his arms: "Don't scare me, this is out of line! The plays in the troupe are not sung like this! Jiang Jichen! Jiang Jichen!"

Si Yangting's tears stayed down, and he almost burst into tears, calling Jiang Jichen's name piercingly, but Jiang Jichen in front of him really didn't wake up, Si Yangting could even feel the pain in his arms. Jiang Jichen's body was cold, he couldn't believe that Jiang Jichen would
Si Yangting desperately carried Jiang Jichen on his back, and rushed out of the mortuary with difficulty.

At this time, the entire morgue was surrounded by fire, with thick smoke billowing, Si Yangting did not hesitate, and broke through the sea of ​​flames with the figure of Jiang Jichen on his back. His clothes were even stained with sparks, but he ignored it completely. With a painful expression, but trying to move forward, looking at Jiang Jichen's lifeless hands hanging in front of him, Si Yangting ran and said softly: "Jiang Jichen, as long as you wake up, from now on, I will Everything is up to you, as long as you wake up, as long as you wake up." Si Yangting roared, "Jiang Jichen! Did you fucking hear that!"

Behind the thick smoke, a girl's shadow stood behind the flames and looked at the two of them. On the girl's bare ankle, a bell was hung with a red silk thread, making her ankle look fairer and more beautiful. There was expectation and worry in the girl's eyes. Calling out a name: "Shahua."

(End of this chapter)