Douluo: Senior Sister is too popular, what should I do?

Chapter 119
The door was ajar, and the rusted door shaft made a soft noise when it moved due to lack of lubrication. The person who pushed the door quickly softened his movements, and slipped into the room lightly.

It really is a young child, in this kind of place, I don't even remember to lock the door at night.

He sneered in his heart, licked the corners of his lips, his gaze wandered around the room greedily like a poisonous snake, his eyes had long been used to the darkness in the capital of killing, even if there was no light in the room at this time, and he couldn't see his fingers, he could still See things clearly.

The quilt on the bed against the wall was in a mess, no one was there, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Someone got there first?

The person who thought he was moving fast enough frowned, and quickly locked on to the place with the strongest smell of blood - the bathroom.

Want to go in and have a look?He clenched the dagger in his hand, his eyes flickered erratically, the instinct of avoiding danger honed from wandering on the edge of life and death for many years made him keenly feel something was wrong, but he was overwhelmed by alcohol and yellow springs. Lu's paralyzed and chaotic brain was not enough for him to think about what was wrong.

In the end, he gave up this plan and chose to leave cautiously. He didn't have strong curiosity, and he would never waste his precious life on adventures.

The room was silent, without a sound.He backed away slowly, the hand holding the knife covered his chest with the tip of the knife outward to protect his vitals, and put his free hand on the doorknob.

At this time, the bathroom door opened with a "squeak", and the girl came out from inside.

She was wearing a white gauze nightdress, and she looked like an erratic and thin ghost in the dark, exuding soft light like pearls, so slender and weak that it would be crushed with a slight force, but she When the big and deep eyes were watching, a creepy feeling arose in his heart.

Because he saw behind her, a dozen corpses were piled up to fill the small and low bathroom, and a large amount of blood was sprayed on the walls and ceiling, which had solidified and dried up.

He finally realized what was wrong: the room smelled like a slaughterhouse, and just one or two dead people can't have such a strong smell of blood.

The girl looked at him, her voice was as clear as her eyes, so clear without any smoke, but empty without any human emotions: "Are you looking for me?"

The bone-piercing cold surged with her voice, pinching his neck like an invisible and deadly giant hand. It was as if his body, mind and even soul were frozen by the severe cold, unable to act. Any attempt to resist and flee.

"I...I..." The air he breathed into his lungs seemed to be frozen, and the dizziness and shock caused by the lack of oxygen made his brain go blank. He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a word, and typed The trembling teeth "clacked".

She walked up to him step by step, kicked him to the ground, squatted down and put one hand on her knee to support half of her cheek.

This action made her puppet-like delicate but lifeless face look a little more vivid, innocent and ignorant, but it seemed that the cold that was clutching his heart did not show any signs of abating.

Soul skills cannot be used in the Slaughtering City. This is not the effect of the soul skills. This kind of coldness is more like seeping from the depths of his soul from the inside out. It comes from people's instinctive fear of death. .

Death is terrible, but what is even more terrible is the process of waiting for death to come a little bit. Now he finally understands this sentence.Before he knew it, snot and tears had covered his face. If he kowtowed and begged for mercy to let this monster-like girl let him go, he would do so without hesitation, but she didn't seem to have such a plan.

She just squinted her eyes slightly like some kind of predator keen to appreciate the struggle of her prey before dying, playing with the short knife that was originally in his hand, and casually gestured at his cheek with the tip of the knife: "You Why were you exiled here?"

What... what?
He couldn't react for a while, until she patiently repeated the question in a calm tone, he suddenly came back to his senses, and subconsciously answered: "The people who come here are not desperate... "

There was a slight pain in his ear, and then a piece of bloody flesh fell to the ground, and then the pain became more severe. She cut off half of his ear, and patted his cheek with the bloody blade , Youyou reminded: "I hate people who lie."

He shivered, stopped trying to play word games, and tremblingly explained his crimes before coming to the killing capital.

She listened patiently, then nodded and made a comment: "According to the standards of the general criminal law in mainland China, it is really too much to write."

"--So."

The tip of the knife lightly stroked his throat.

At the moment before his consciousness was completely engulfed by the boundless darkness, a sense of absurdity emerged in his heart, law?Not to mention a place like the Killing City, even outside, this thing is nothing more than a dead letter, and he was not brought here because of his numerous crimes, but because his inflated ambitions annoyed the big shots above, so they easily Abandoning him is like abandoning a useless pawn.

He still wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything anymore, his eyelids trembled and then drooped forever.

To the end of his life, he still didn't feel that he should pay the price for what he had done, but believed that this girl was actually a murderous ghost turned into the resentment of those girls after they died.

The next morning.

When Sang Xiajin came down the stairs with her slippers on and her hair disheveled and sleepy, many people in the lobby exchanged cryptic looks of astonishment. Of course they knew how many people were staring at this girl, but no one expected After the twelve-hour protection period, she was able to survive without incident. It seems that the law that everyone who can come to the killing capital is not a simple thing will never be invalidated.

Almost everyone's eyes fell on her feet, and then she felt cold all over her body.

Sangxia didn't even look at the eyes full of complicated meanings cast on her, she lowered her head and rubbed her eyes, walked straight across the lobby to the front desk, and asked in a waxy voice: "My room is a bit messy, and the bed board is moldy, can you help me?" Shall I clean it?"

The waiter at the front desk was busy checking the account books, and said coldly without raising his head when he heard the words: "Additional services need to pay for Huang Quanlu."

"Huang Quanlu..." Sang Xia completely forgot about it, and only then did she finally remember the blood shed all over the place, it seemed that it was all wasted.

She grabbed a strand of hair sticking out of her forehead: "Then you can go to my room to see if there are any available ones, or I owe you first, and I will replenish you when I come back."

The waiter was a little impatient, thinking, little girl, do you really think we are an ordinary hotel here, and we still need to engage in mortgage credit? He snapped the account book and wanted to raise his head to warn her, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He heard his own breathing, and only in an absolutely silent environment could this slight sound be so clear.

The lobby, which was still full of shouting, arguing, drunken laughter, and shaking dice cups just now, has completely quieted down at some point. It is as dead as a tomb, and suppressed fear and awe are surging silently in it.

His throat rolled involuntarily, and he stiffly turned his gaze to the direction where the guests were staring.

The soles of the slippers on the girl's feet were completely soaked in blood. Every step she took would leave a wet shoe print on the carpet. These dark red prints extended along the direction she walked, spiraling upwards, like The coquettish amaryllis flowers are reminiscent of the legendary road to hell.

There was obviously no wound on her body, he thought numbly, then whose blood is this?

(End of this chapter)