Chapter 775

A piece of flesh tore open.

Ignoring the pain, the man with curly brown hair covered the wound with his other hand, and ran to the front, chasing the others.

At the same time, my heart kept roaring: "don't die, don't let me die!"

I don't know if this prayer worked or if it was the result of his potential explosion.

Until catching up with those people in front of him, he was not hit by the debris thrown by the non mainstream thugs behind him.

But this time, the monsters chasing after them changed from one to three!

On the other side, Huang Dehua listened to the lullaby that echoed in his ears, and felt his eyelids began to be heavy again.

So he clenched his knife and went to the courtyard of a family.

Across the not high white wooden fence, across the lawn, came to the front door of the house, planning to repeat the old technique.

There was a knock on the door.

At the same time, a trace of tension, excitement and excitement in his heart lifted Huang Dehua's spirits.

However, he knocked at the door for half a day, and there was no response in the room, let alone to open the door.

"Strange, isn't there anyone?" Huang Dehua stepped back, looked at the light on the second floor and frowned.

But it shouldn't be. The lights are on.

"Anyway, it's just a town invented by the death judge. It doesn't matter how it is..." Don't understand him, his face suddenly showed a trace of grim color.

He kicked his foot on the gate.

That's right. Huang Dehua knew this town was a fake. After all, the background setting of this town is so ridiculous that no one can never sleep.

It is because of this that he dares to kill the staff of the shelter after killing the black criminals.

Because he knew that the death judge would not trouble him with these dummies.

But for him, these dummies are no different from real people. They can bleed as much as they can excite him and drive him away from drowsiness.

The door was kicked open, and Huang Dehua, holding a knife, went straight to the second floor.

But in less than ten seconds, a cry of panic was heard upstairs.

Then a flurry of footfalls appeared on the stairs.

The killer maniac ran down from above in panic.

In the rear, two big and one small, three rotten bodies were closely following him.

Three hours later in the little fantasy.

John seven finally got rid of the monster who was chasing them and hid in a hospital.

This will be crowded in an unmanned ward, non-stop string breath.

In particular, the three injured people were as white as paper.

In addition to the man with brown curly hair, two other criminals were injured in the follow-up pursuit, one in the arm and the other in the back, with blood flowing away.

"No, no, I can't stand it. I want to rest." Laurent said, his eyes still open, his body wet with sweat.

"You can't sleep. Do you forget what happened to that guy. And who knows if you'll become that monster when you die. " John crawled over and began shaking Laurent's body.

Others also slightly changed their faces, thinking of the terror of the non mainstream gangsters.

"But if we go on like this, sooner or later we will collapse. I'm very tired." Laurent cried.

"Yes, this guy is right. We need to rest. And I'm hungry. " Said a criminal, covering his stomach.

Others were silent.

The criminal, who had a big cut in his back, suddenly began to fall to one side.

Bang, fell to the ground, attracted other people's attention.

"Wake up, wake up! You can't sleep! Damn it, wake me up! " Next to the quarrel man's face changed greatly, suddenly up to shake him, found no use, and began to puff mouth, Ba Zi.

But no matter how he lashed, the other side didn't react at all.

"No, he must have lost blood and fatigue, which made him unconscious."

"What do you do? Coma should be the same as sleeping?"

"Damn it, there's no breathing!" The quarrelling man stopped slapping and poked under the man's nose. His face became ugly.

There was a flash of fear on the other faces.

"Run, or we'll die when this guy turns into a monster!"

Just had a rest, did not have a moment, and then run for life, all people are reluctant.

But even if they were reluctant, they could only stagger to their feet, move their legs heavier than the lead, and run outside.

They were all in a panic.

This town is getting more and more terrifying.

In fact, it is not that the town is more terrifying, but the illusion that their bodies begin to reach the limit, which makes them feel that it is more difficult to live and their hope of survival is even more dim.In the other 700 odd little fairylands, the criminals don't have to face the monsters of terror.

But more and more sleepy consciousness, also torments them. After seeing the horror of their companions dying in their sleep, some people take self mutilation to fight against the nightmare.

But this method of drinking poison to quench thirst will eventually reach the limit.

Especially for those who stayed up late the night before they were arrested and did not have a good rest at all, the mere pain could not make their eyelids light.

Often less than a few seconds, it becomes heavier than the mountains.

Huang Dehua, who works separately from others, will hide in a big tree in the courtyard of a family.

Waves of sleepiness and fatigue swept through.

He felt that he was going to lose his grip.

"You can't sleep. If you sleep, it's all over." Huang Dehua gritted his teeth and tried to keep up his spirits.

Then he fell from the tree in a daze.

The sound of lullaby becomes clearer and clearer.

He didn't want to move any more, his eyelids became more and more heavy and closed slowly.

"Can't sleep Can't... "

But soon, he was completely asleep.

Into a small fantasy in the double fantasy.

"Jie Jie is a dirty soul again. Are you ready to die?"

A sound of terror sounded in the empty world.

Huang Dehua suddenly excites and looks around.

When he saw two figures in the distance, the look on his face became very frightened.

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