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    Corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into a river.

    Whether in the room or on the corridor, there was devastation. Under the bright lights, blood splashed continuously, and a shrill scream pierced the brain like a magic sound.

    On the wall and ceiling, all were splashed with blood, like children''s graffiti, bloody like a nightmare.

    The tripartite battle unfolded fiercely.

    Life and death between demonized rats and demonized mosquitoes, and fierce battles between demonized rats and demonized mosquitoes and Tang fan.

    The skeleton warrior waved his axe again and again, killing demonized rats and mosquitoes again and again, becoming the first defensive line.

    Tang fan and Wang Meng behind him are the second and last way. If you want to attack Tang fan and Wang Meng, you must first pass through the skeleton warrior level. Often, some demonized rats and mosquitoes will die under the skeleton warrior''s axe, and the rest will rush through the skeleton warrior and fly to Tang fan and Wang Meng.

    With the help of skeleton warriors, Tang fan and Wang Meng turned their backs to the wall. They just needed to face the enemy, which virtually reduced a lot of pressure.

    However, Tang fan and Wang Meng suffered back injuries, and the wounds torn by the sharp claws of the demonized rat seemed to sprinkle a handful of salt. Waves of convulsive pain kept coming out, making their eyebrows frown and facial muscles stiff.

    Sweat covered his forehead and slowly slipped down his cheeks, a burst of cold.

    The blade is shining under the light, carrying the bloody cold awn, and bursts of broken wind are intertwined into the music of death.

    Tang fan doesn''t know how long it''s been. He doesn''t know how long he''s been fighting, how many times he waved his knife, how many demonized rats and mosquitoes he killed. He doesn''t know how many wounds there are on his body.

    In short, fighting, fighting constantly, fighting to survive.

    The muscles of both arms are sore, but we still have to fight. Continue to fight. Our arms gradually lose consciousness in the pain. It seems that they are not our own. They wave mechanically and cut and kill one knife after another.

    Tired, very tired, incomparably tired.

    Tang fan wants to throw away his machete, sit down, have a good rest and have a good sleep. Even if he dies under demonized rats and demonized mosquitoes, it is a relief.

    Too tired, it''s too tired to live.

    The exhaustion of the body and the sleepiness of the mind made Tang fan''s spirit a little trance. A sharp claw came and snorted. Tang fan''s arm was immediately torn open.

    Severe pain and stimulation spread all over the body. The muscles twitched involuntarily, and Tang fan suddenly woke up.

    War, continue to fight, how good it is to live, there is hope to live.

    Compared with Tang fan, Wang Meng is more miserable. His strength is not as strong as Tang fan, and his physique is not as strong as Tang fan. Therefore, Wang Meng can see many wounds, crisscross one after another, which is very shocking.

    His clothes were stained with blood, some of which were his own, and some of which were killed mutant creatures, which made him look like a blood man. His mouth was unconsciously filled with the mixed blood of some mutant creatures, which was unusually fishy.

    Wang Meng could hardly wave his machete. He lifted it up and fell reluctantly. He could not directly kill the mutant creatures as before. At most, he caused some damage to the mutant creatures, but made the mutant creatures more violent.

    Attack, constant attack, like a tidal wave, fighting endlessly.

    Demonized fierce rats and demonized mosquitoes, as if endless, poured into the hotel from the outside, and then rushed into the room.

    The demonized mosquitoes and demonized fierce mice that kill each other. I don''t know when they will no longer fight. Qi Qi targets Tang fan and Wang Meng and rushes in frantically.

    The floor of the room had already been covered with a layer of thick dark red blood, which was spread on the floor like plasma. The bodies of mutant creatures split into two sections by machetes or axe blades were scattered on the floor like hills.

    In front of and around the skeleton warrior, Tang fan and Wang Meng are the bodies of mutant creatures.

    It became difficult to breathe, a sharp loss of physical strength, muscle strain, excessive blood loss and so on. Wang Meng''s spirit began to become confused from a trance.

    Wang Meng knows this feeling. It''s like before. After drinking a lot of wine, alcohol goes to the brain and makes the consciousness blurred. It''s light and floating, as if it''s about to fly. It''s also like everything around has become in a trance, like twisted folds like a different dimensional space, becoming illusory, like a dreamland.

    The squeaking sound of demonized fierce rats and the buzzing wing fluttering sound of demonized mosquitoes seem to come from the distant sky, which is so unreal, like a call heard between half sleep and half wake.

    The blood in front of him was flying, and Wang Meng''s body became more and more weak. Gradually, he lost control of his body, and his knife waving became slower.

    It often takes several seconds to raise the machete, and the falling machete becomes so weak.

    Wang Meng knows that he has reached his limit. He can''t continue fighting. He will die.

    The word death just appeared in his heart. Wang Meng''s heart jumped wildly for no reason.

    Death, what a familiar word, but it seems so far away. But now, death is so close to itself. I can clearly smell the decay after death.

    I don''t know if there will be another world after death.

    Death, a word, occupied Wang Meng''s mind. The action of waving a knife also stopped.

    The demonized fierce rat flew up, tore his claws, tore his fangs, and bit Wang Meng.

    "Wang Meng." when Tang fan saw it, he took a step to Wang Meng, slashed it with a knife, and killed the demonized fierce rat: "wake up."

    However, Wang Meng''s spirit gradually sank into darkness.

    "Wang Meng, wake up."

    Avoiding the bite of a demonized fierce rat, Tang fan slapped Wang Meng in the face.

    "Wake up!"

    Vaguely, Wang Meng only heard a roar, like the thunder in the sky. The sound was familiar, but he couldn''t remember who it was.

    "Wake up, do you want to die under these dirty and ugly things!"

    "Death is under these dirty and ugly things." for a moment, it was like thunder tearing the dark sky. Wang Meng trembled: "under these dirty and ugly things, no, I can''t die under these dirty and ugly things, I have to go back, go back..."

    The startling roar rang through the darkness. There was a huge sound in Wang Meng''s ear, like the sudden collapse of the string. For a moment, a force came out of nowhere and filled his whole body.