Chapter 642: Blood to blood

When Zhou Haorui returned to the dormitory from Quanshui Street, it was already past three in the morning, and all three roommates were sleeping soundly.
Relaxed his head a lot, and the crow's voice did not sound again. After twenty days of torture, he could finally sleep, but he did not walk to the bed.
He went to the desk beside the bed and sat down, turned on the computer, searched the Internet, searched Mary-Jin Alley for a while, and then searched the information of "Yangliuqingqing" and "Jiangqi". Unsurprisingly, Soyang Liu Qingqing came out with some ancient poems and information from the ancient Jiangnan style, which is not like a personal name.
Before leaving in front of the alley, Zhou Haorui asked the gold worshipping girl: "Are you really called Yangliuqingqing? The name ... It's quite like" Qingwu Feiyang "."
"Are you really called Zhou Mo?" She asked him back, "Or is it the weekend?"
Zhou Haorui was stunned at that time, his face was expressionless, and he didn't have enough eloquence to catch it.
But listening to Yang Liuqing ’s meaning, of course she could n’t really be called this name ...
Is not even possible with online nicknames. After all, a 23-year-old or a 4-year-old girl would like this flavor.
At the moment, Zhou Haorui searched all the time and added the keyword information of Dahua City and some universities in Dahua with this name, but nothing was found, although this does not mean that the woman really did not call this name ...
He then searched for Lao Jiang, but the result came out unexpectedly, "Huh?"
The author of a novel is called Jiang Qi. Is it a pen name? I published a long urban novel "The Postmodern Us", but the sales were poor. I printed one version of 3,000 volumes and did not print it. Other information ... Thinking about how old Jiang looks like, maybe it's such a misunderstanding.
What does post-modern mean? Zhou Haorui does n’t quite understand it, but Lao Jiang is the most enthusiastic among them. He proposed at the time: "We are now in the same trench. Listen to the meaning of the crow. Maybe we will come here tomorrow night to gather, we Add a phone, or add WeChat? "
However, Zhou Haorui and Yang Liuqingqing both remained vigilant and declined Lao Jiang's proposal without revealing their contact information and other information.
When he returned to school, he still deliberately made more detours, paying attention to whether anyone followed himself ...
"Will we get together tomorrow?" Now Zhou Haorui thought, "There will even be more people?"
He thought about it for a while, it was almost four o'clock in the morning, he was tired and turned off, he turned off the computer, went to the bathroom on the floor to wash for a while, and then came back to sleep.
Lay down to find out how tired he was. Although he was heavy-hearted, he closed his eyes and felt himself falling asleep in a vague manner.
After so many days, I can finally sleep ...
Blurry, hazy, chaotic, the lingering weirdness, intertwined.
Lights and shadows were spreading, he seemed to see a group of people wearing a beak doctor mask looking at the night sky, as if to hear a voice ... It seemed to be the crow again, its voice was hoarse, speaking an obscure language.
Zhou Haorui's head began to hurt again. The crow's voice kept repeating. It wasn't the plague coming, it was a sentence ...
"Go, use the power of the crow to eliminate the pain ..." The crow said again, "Go to the death of the plague and sacrifice them to the crow ..."
Suddenly, Zhou Haorui felt himself awakened, the light in the bedroom was dim, and the three boarders were still asleep, and he sat up on the bed.
The cold wind blew, I don't know when the wooden door of the bedroom was opened, and there were several cold reflections.
Zhou Haorui's heart sank suddenly. Those figures were not wearing beak masks, but they were like those goat-headed men that night, making him feel weird and dangerous. He quickly got out of bed to wake up Wang Jiaqi and they said, "Jia Qi, Zi Yang, Li Hui, wake up!"
It's just that the three boarders are still awake, as if they passed out.
And the black shadows outside the door appeared and walked in. They were dressed in black robes, with goatees, and their vague faces looked like sheep heads.
"Take a trip with us. It is your luck to be a sacrifice. New life requires nutrients."
Those people are approaching step by step.
"Grass ..." Zhou Haorui murmured, quickly yelling and screaming, while looking for weapons, this is the sixth floor of the dormitory, there is no way to escape from the window.
He shouted loudly, but there was no response outside, only death.
He walked over to Wang Jiaqi and they pushed and beat again, they still did not wake up.
Six goat-headed men gradually forced him to the corner. A badminton racket he grabbed could not be used for anything at all.
But when these goat-headed men came up to catch him, Zhou Haorui was still struggling, waving his badminton racket to hit them ... The racket was caught by a man, and the other men pulled his hands and feet, bang , Bang, Bang, heavy fists fell, kicked with a sharp kick, hitting his key ...
Zhou Haorui was twitching in pain, and every nerve was tearing. It was already unable to struggle, and he could only be dragged out by these people.
It seems that the thing happened that night, but this time, will there be any rescue from the crow ...
Crows will not always guide you ... Learn to walk in the mist ... Use the power of the crow ...
Your power will grow, your power has grown ...
In the violent pain, Zhou Haorui remembered the sentence that the crow kept telling in his dream, and the crow mark on his right wrist became hot.
Due to the light of enlightenment, he shouted that sentence:
"???????????????, ???????????????????????????????????? , ???????????????????????????????, ???????????????????! ?????????????????. ?????????????????. ?????????????? ?????. ???????????????????????????????. "
Suddenly, the men who dragged him cried out in surprise and scream, their skin on their faces, necks and bodies quickly turned black, and small, large pustules grew on the black skin. It quickly became orange-sized and exploded into a festering wound.
Just like the man suffering from the Black Death in Mary-King Alley ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The Black Death came to these people, but there was no treatment with a scalpel and a soldering iron.
In a blink of an eye, all the goat-headed men turned into a pile of bones and a pool of pus in extreme pain ...
At this time, Zhou Haorui felt that everything around him was twisting.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoph with with with with with a balloon burst, he opened his eyes violently, sat up on the bed, looked around blankly, sweating coldly.
Just now, just now ... dream?
The wooden door of the bedroom was closed, there was no goat-headed man on the ground, and the three roommates slept peacefully.
"Dream?" Zhou Haorui murmured, looking at the mark on his right wrist, but still glowing a little, like a flash of fire passing by.
The obscure words he shouted in his dream ... He remembered it all, it was the same in his mind, is it just a dream? Or ... supernatural power? Spell?
Is the power of a crow ...
Zhou Haorui slightly opened his lips, and stopped, if he read that sentence, would it be true ... What effect?
Yangliu Qingqing, Lao Jiang, do they also have this dream?
Tonight's Mary-King Alley experience, what does it all mean ...
The mantra, he only understood one of the meanings: "Crow returns blood with blood".
Zhou Haorui sat on the bed, looking at the direction of the bedroom door, thinking for a while.
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