Chapter 1949: Ghost 6 everywhere

Ning Shu saw a lot of shackles from the land, and these cockroaches seemed to be incomparable in the moonlight and climbed up from the ground.
How did you get out of the concrete floor?
Song Mo stiffly looked back and saw a lot of squat racks appearing behind him, approaching this side step by step.
The mouth of the shelf was still one by one, and it made a loud noise.
"Quickly open the door." Ning Shu shouted to Song Mo, Song ink hand straight, Ning Shu extended his hand through the gap of the iron gate, grabbed the key in the hands of Song Mo to open the door.
Song and ink clung to the iron gate and watched the squadron use it for himself. It was terrible.
Ning Shuyi opened the iron gate and opened the door. He was ready to go out. Song Mo wanted to come in. The two men collided. Ning Shu directly hit the heart of Song Mo and smacked Song Mo.
"Go in, there are so many cockroaches outside." Song Mo pushed Ning Shu into the inside, Ning Shu shook his head. "Going out, the dormitory is more dangerous."
The ghost knows what will happen in the dorm, and there is no logic at all.
"There are zombies in the building." The roommates also came out.
"Zombie?" Song Mozhen forced his face.
The army was getting more and more entertained, and everyone was scared to look white and white. Song ink touched the stick at the foot. The nearest cockroach was a stick. The shelf was unexpectedly crisp, so the stick went down and it was so scattered.
I can't use it.
Song Mo also felt that there was nothing terrible, and that it was a stick, and it was a mess.
Ning Shu picked up a thigh bone. This thigh bone is very long. When Ning Shu thinks that this is alive, it must be a long leg.
Ning Shu took a thigh bone and smashed it, trying to make a way.
I don't want to be locked up in the dormitory.
The two roommates were also brave enough to hold the leg bones and knock on the shelf.
Although the bone shelf is crisp, when the knocking is squeaking, it is the same as the chewing point, but the number is too much. Ningshu four people are too tired to lift, but the bone shelf is still many, many, rushing out A little difficult.
Song Mo said in a sturdy manner to Ningshu: "If we can't get out, we will be drowned by the army."

Where is the dormitory?
In the subconscious, Ning Shu felt that the dormitory was a safe place, but there were so many things in the dormitory, and I felt that this subconscious was very unrecognizable.
"That time back to the dormitory." The two roommates said in unison.
Ning Shu knocked out a shackle. "But there are ghosts and zombies in the dormitory, as well as corpses, I don't know what will come out."
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The bones that could not be seen at the end were so stacked on the ground that they were shocking.
Walking or not, Ning Shu took the opportunity to step on the bones and ready to run. Until now, the sky is still not bright. Ning Shu looked up at the moon in the sky. It seems that the moon is motionless and seems to be offset.
On a particularly difficult night, Ning Shu felt that he might not be able to wait until dawn. There is no day here.
Ning Shu stepped on the rib shoulder blade, hand bones, leg bones and various bones left the female dormitory.
But walking and walking, the bones under the feet vibrated, and then the bones flew up.
Ning Shu's foot slipped, and he sat on the ground, quickly climbed up, looked up and watched all the bones come together, forming a huge giant bones formed by white bones.
"My mother, run" Ning Shu turned and went to the dormitory. Now it seems that there is no place to run, and can only run to the dormitory.
This white bone giant is very large, taller than the dormitory building, and is stepping on four people.
Ning Shuyi ran round his legs and ran into the dormitory, then locked the door.
Ning Shu gasped, although this dormitory is also a very dangerous place, but in my consciousness, I feel that the dormitory is at least safe and can resist some monsters, such as the monster formed by this bone.
The white-bone monster shouted, reaching out and shaking the whole building, shaking a building and swinging it, and cracks appeared one after another on the wall.
"Ah," the screams upstairs came and went, the sounds were mixed together, the snoring of zombies, the sound of ghosts and crying, and the sounds of heartbreaking sounds made people cry.
The sound is sharp and straight into the ear, making people very uncomfortable, and the heart is curled up together.
"Shimei, behind" Song ink took the stick to the back of Ningshu, Ningshu turned back, and saw the female zombie with a blue face licking his hand and holding his hand around his neck.
When did you run in?
Song Mo hit the female zombie with a stick, but the female zombie who had been knocked out before was now invulnerable. The stick had no effect on her. The stick in Song Mo’s hand was interrupted, and the zombie could not be moved.
Ning Shu was unable to get rid of the zombies, holding the wind oil to the eyes of the zombies, the wind oil splashed on the face of the zombies, the eyes suddenly creaked, the zombies who were invulnerable by the wind and oil Corroded.
The zombies were incomparably painful, and they were smoking blue smoke on their faces, releasing the hand that was holding Ning Shu’s neck.
Ning Shu bent over the waist, holding the wall coughing, the throat was burning, and the neck almost broke.
The female zombie trembled on the ground, and finally violently shaken and died.
Is Auntie dead? !
Although one has been solved, Ning Shu is really helpless, why Feng Shui has such a role.
Let Ning Shu try hard to ignore it.
How does this make her face the wind oil in the future? !
"Sulfuric acid?" Song Mozhen forced his face, and the smell of a smoldering body and the stench of the body rushed into the nose of Song Mo.
"Hey, wind oil," said Ning Shu.
The bones are still shaking the building, shaking the building to the east. In the hands of the bones, the building is like a toy, and everything is smashed to the ground.
This building has to be scattered by the bones.
Ning Shu picked up the broken wooden stick on the ground, sprinkled some wind oil in a sharp place, then opened the iron door, ready to rush out to kill the thing, and the floor was really awkward.
"What are you doing?" Song Mola stayed in Ning Shu's arm.
"I will try it." Anyway, the spirit of the oil is the setting of the artifact, why not use the wind oil.
Ning Shuzhen is a honey simmer and a play.
"I am going." Song Mo grabbed the wooden stick in the hands of Ning Shu, Ning Shu did not let go, "No."
This is a weak book like the white chicken, are you sure you are OK?
"I am going." Song ink stepped back.
"Well, you go." Ning Shu let go.
Song Mo:
Song and ink grabbed the wooden stick with both hands, inhaled deeply, his fingers moved, and pinched the stick.