Chapter 233: 1.233 for the dead

Chapter 233 1.233 On behalf of the dead
"Aunt Wen is me!" Qiao Mu's peculiar soft wax sound sounded in her ear, making Wen Ruwan's whole body shake suddenly.
"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao save me, save me!" Wen Ruwan, like a drowning man, grabbed a piece of driftwood, and backhandedly grabbed Qiaomu's wrist and cried with tears, "You are a master, you can save me Jojo. Right? "
"Roar roar !!" The roar of the corpse came at the right time from below, and the background sound is really good!
Qiaomu pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and grabbed Wen Ruwan anxiously, "Aunt Wen, let's run away! I can't beat this monster. It's so strong!"
Wen Ruwan's heart sank immediately, little by little.
It was she who looked too high at Qiao Mu's dead girl!
If you think about it, she is just a seven-year-old child. Even a master, where can Xiuwei go?
Faced with a strong corpse, the child must have no way to deal with it. If that corpse catches up later, she ...
Wen Ruwan's eyes passed a fierce and vicious light.
No matter what, she can't die! For my own life, I can only push the dead girl Qiaomu to block it!
Who told her to run to death! It's all ... she! from! Find! of!
When life was dying, Wen Ruwan climbed to the top floor of the theater with an instinct to survive, and was as tired as a dead dog, lying on the trunk and snoring and panting.
A high-level scaffold was set up on the top floor of the theater, and a circle was carved around it by carved fences.
Usually, those who watch opera sit in the opposite Yating to drink tea and listen to music. They will sit in the open air when the sun is getting better.
Wen Ruwan choked Langan Niuchuan, and looked down from where she was standing. She was dizzy and unstable. She hurriedly turned her back and leaned on the trunk. Both hands tightened the trunk and her fingers were slightly white.
"It, does it catch up, whimpering ..." Wen Ruwan was sweating and sweating all over her head, because of the violent running, the heart seemed to jump out of the chest, uncomfortable.
"It doesn't seem to be." The child looked at her with a lot of time, his voice very flat.
Not to mention panting loudly, the child's face that has remained unchanged for centuries has not even a trace of emotional changes, as it always is expressionless.
Wen Ruwan seemed to be aware of something, her pupils suddenly shrank, her hands grasping the stems and holding them tightly, her eyes stared at the child vigilantly, "You and you!"
Is the child's mood too calm? Looking deep into those withered eyes, Wen Ruwan felt a little shudder from her soul to her body, and a terrible emotion spread quickly in her heart.
"Cough, cough." Wen Ruwan took a sip of air and coughed loudly, "Joe, Jojo, you ... wheezing, is there a way to deal with that corpse sock below? Don't lie to Aunt Wen Ah, whimper. "
"There is no way." The child walked slowly towards her, stepping on each step, and every little step seemed to fall on Wen Ruwan's heart, making her heart beat, her eyelids beating constantly.
At this time, a roar came from the top floor entrance.
Wen Ruwan's nerves were tense, and she shouted at Qiao Mu sharply, "Qiao Qiao, come here soon! It's here, it's coming after it!"
Damn, the child seemed too calm, she had to hold her firmly in her hand.
I heard that when the corpse is devouring one's body, it pays little attention to the others around it ...
(End of this chapter)