The sickle is crescent-shaped, with a smooth curve like the fingers stretched out by the god of death, slowly and calmly hooking towards life in the elevator.

A finger pressed against the blade of the sickle.

At this moment, time seemed to be fixed.

Bang.

Qiu Jingyun's lighter lit up, illuminating a lifeless face.

He stood barefoot in front of the elevator, wearing a blue and white hospital gown, holding a sickle in his hand, looking dull.

"Zombies."

As soon as Abao's voice fell, Yin Xuan withdrew his finger and flicked it gently. The zombie fell straight on his back with a sickle.

Qiu Jingyun released the lighter.

When the elevator door was closed, it was slowly closing in the middle. Two crisp sounds of impact were heard. Two sickles hooked the sides of the door at the same time and pulled them to the side.

Qiu Jingyun clicked the lighter again.

The zombie holding a sickle stood on both sides of the door, her eyes dull but persistent.

Qiu Jingyun said: "It seems that we are inviting us out."

Abao said: "At this time, I think we should be a little rebellious."

A light suddenly lit up ahead.

The orange light easily reminds people of ancient candles, and the range of illumination is extremely limited. Even if it is very limited, this beam of light has successfully completed its task, at least...

Cao Jing's figure was photographed very clearly.

Abao had seen him close at a distance, but after getting a distance, he realized that this person was not as gloomy and evil as he imagined, or that he did not have the boss style he imagined.

Because... no boss will be tied up as a rice dumpling and hung there.

The elevator door clattered.

The zombies stood at both sides of the door waiting for them to go out.

Yin Xuan took the first step to get rid of the zombies.

Abao grabbed his clothes worriedly and whispered: "Can it be a trap?"

Qiu Jingyun pulled Zhenzhu and followed them, "You didn't think of the story of Jing Ke assassinating Qin?"

Abao said: "I don't think Cao Jing is so great, and his head means nothing to us."

Qiu Jingyun said: "Yes, so that head has not fallen yet."

The scene of Cao Jing's head falling suddenly flashed out of Abao's head, which was vague and unseen around, which was particularly weird. "I think it's better not to fall."

Pearl saw that he was afraid and deliberately lowered his voice: "Don't use too much force when chopping, and connect the skin on the back of the neck? But this tests the toughness of the skin."

Abao said: "...it's better fall."

They walked to three or four meters in front of Cao Jing's position and stopped.

Cao Jing was hanging on a rope, his feet were about ten centimeters away from the ground, and his temples were wet and sticky to his skin. He was neither calm and composed when he first met, nor the cruelty he showed when he locked Cao Yu in a glass bottle. He was like an ordinary meat ticket, weak and powerless.

Abao said: "Is he dead?"

Yin Xuan said: "No."

Abao thought for a while, grabbed Yin Xuan's sleeve and started to flip.

Yin Xuan looked down at him tossing and turning for a while before asking, "What are you looking for?"

"thing?"

"What?"

"Things that can be thrown over." As soon as Abao finished speaking, he saw Yin Xuan handing him a dagger.

Abao said, "Can you remove the blade?" He just joked casually, but unexpectedly Yin Xuan actually broke the blade.

...

In this case, it would be unreasonable for him not to throw the hilt over.

So he threw it over.

Then.

It's biased.

The handle of the knife was thrown from a place more than ten centimeters away from Cao Jing.

Uncle Qi said: "Master Bao, I remember that you passed the sports qualification when you were a child."

Abao said: "That's because the teacher only asks for distance but not the flight track."

Yin Xuan blinked his fingers.

Cao Jing's head seemed to be poked, and he leaned back and woke up in a daze after a while. He moved in a daze at first, then realized his physical condition, widened his eyes in surprise, and kept shaking his body.

If this is a stage play, it might have a bit of a funny effect, but this is not.

As Abao shook his body wildly, he felt a chill. Cao Jing was obviously tied to this rope unknowingly. That person was either the closest and most trusted person around Cao Jing, or the strongest and powerful person who could have nowhere to escape.

No matter which possibility is to be shocking.

The former is human nature, and the latter is strength.

"Diao Shanhuo, come out for me!" Cao Jing finally shouted out of control.

Diao Shanhuo?

A traitor corpse general from the Tibetan family?

Abao looked around with caution.

Cao Jing turned a blind eye to Abao and others, and kept shouting, "Do you think you can succeed like this? Without my help, it is impossible! Shang Yu would not let you go! He would not let you go! You can only cooperate with me." At the end, he seemed to fall into a strong despair, his tone was not as tough as the beginning, and he began to follow the negotiation route, "Listen to me. I will find a way to make you a corpse handsome. Since humans can become zombies, monsters and immortals can become powerful, why can't zombies be upgraded? You know my financial resources, Cao Yu is dead, and the Cao family has fallen into my hands. As long as I want, I can use the entire Cao family to support you. Shang Yu is very powerful, but I can set up countless beast trapping arrays to prevent him from stepping over the line!"

When Abao heard him keep talking like a monk chanting scriptures, he couldn't help but interrupt: "In this case, begging us for mercy is more in line with the current actual situation, right?"

Cao Jing finally woke up from his own way of talking to himself and turned to look at him.

Abao said, "Isn't it? For example, if we ask us to put you down or something? This is the normal thinking. What if Diao Shanhuo urged to go to the toilet just now, wouldn't you be in vain?"

Qiu Jingyun said: "The corpse will not rush to pee."

Abao said: "Maybe he likes to deceive himself?"

Qiu Jingyun: “…”

Cao Jing seemed to listen to it a little, stared at him and said, "What do you want?"

Cao Yu's soul walked out from behind with a sneer.

The meeting of the brothers immediately filled the silent scene with silent sparks.

Cao Jing said: "You are dead, and you don't want the Cao family to fall into decline in our hands, right?"

Cao Yu said: "I don't want the Cao family to fall into your hands."

Cao Jing narrowed his eyes and thought, "I can give you half of the Cao family."

This is definitely an attractive condition for Cao Yu at present. Although Cao Jing's face was not revealed, his eyes seemed to have shown a signal of a deal.

Cao Yu smiled and said, "Only half?"

Cao Jing's face was frozen, but since he had no expression before, there was no difference now except for the stiffness of his muscles.

"What is that?" Sixi's voice pulled everyone's attention back from the confrontation between the two brothers.

They looked up and watched the small pieces of paper falling from the ceiling, swaying like snowflakes.

Abao said: "Brothers are just rebelling against each other, why do they make the atmosphere create when they flirt with their lovers?"

Yin Xuan's face suddenly changed, and he quickly pulled out a yellow talisman to burn, and then waved it to the sky.

A very strong wind rose against the wind and rushed upwards.

The paper that had fallen in one after another was blown up and flew upwards.

"Go." Yin Xuan pulled Abao and retreated towards the elevator.

Abao hurriedly glanced at Cao Jing, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly. Uncle Qi suddenly rushed towards Cao Jing, took out a knife and raised his hands desperately to cut his rope. "Uncle Qi!" He shouted, and his body subconsciously leaned to the opposite direction.

Yin Xuan frowned and turned around and blinked his fingers.

Cao Jing fell down immediately.

At this time, the paper fell down again.

Yin Xuan burned another yellow talisman and the wind blew up again.

Uncle Qi pulled Cao Jing desperately to the direction of the elevator.

Cao Yu followed Qiu Jingyun and Zhenzhu closely, and turned around from time to time and looked coldly at Cao Jing who was like a rice dumpling, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yin Xuan and Abao walked to the front of the elevator. The elevator door was closed at some point, and no matter how much buttons were pressed, it was useless.

Abao turned around and counted the number of people, and suddenly said, "Where is Zang Hailing?"
Chapter completed!