Chapter 90: : Doomsday Singer and Endless Ruins

So a funny scene appeared.
The female ghost floated back to the center of the ruins contentedly, wandered around for a while, and just started humming again, and was interrupted by the sound from the other side within a few seconds.
Slowly turned his body, the white cloth draped over his body and his waist-length long hair without wind automatically moved around without stopping.
Then the female ghost floated towards the location where Hu Feng was, and finally stopped at a distance of less than a few meters.
Don't say this crazy girl wants it again. . .
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ..."
The female ghost did not live up to Hu Feng's expectations. The old routine and old formula, the ruins in front of her were also blasted into the air, exposing themselves.
"Grass your uncle!" Hu Feng yelled violently, his right hand turned into a claw, and shot a column of fierce fire fiercely. The energy was so rich that the innocent female ghost was stunned for a few seconds.
Hu Feng seized the opportunity and immediately locked the roof of a ruined building across from him, teleporting past.
Looked at the female ghost at the moment of disappearance, and found that his attack was ineffective, as if hitting the air, and then quickly dissipated.
The female ghost had no target, and drifted a bit blankly, and finally floated back to the center of the ruins. The originally floating gravel also fell back to the ground.
On the other side of the building, Hu Feng was greatly relieved. It seemed that the female ghost did not want to leave her private area.
Who is she? What is the place for chickens and ghosts here?
Looked at the ruined city in front of me, and a white lightning flashed from time to time in the dark sky accompanied by muffled thunder.
Last days? Make trouble! Laozi is the protagonist of the city. . . Nonsence! Lao Tzu is not here!
This ruined city is the coastal metropolis where you are. The building and the surrounding streets are very familiar to you.
But this is not the point, the point is how to leave the ghost place of this dog day.
No matter what parallel world or end time you are, I do n’t have half a cent interest anyway!
What pulls a team of survivors in the last days, builds a base, collects mothers and daughters and collects stars and policemen, whoever loves to do it! I just want to go home!
But I can't go back on my own, the only hope. . . Hu Feng is still estimated to be in his own private area.
Before he was pulled over, he felt a strange palpitations and accompanied him. . . snowflake?
Snowflakes, brave the world. . . Nonsence! It's not time to entertain yourself. . .
Made a decision. Before the operation, Hu Feng glanced at the ruined world of a lifeless, ruined scene around him.
There is absolutely nothing to do with that female ghost's illusion. This is a real world, and I feel very familiar, but very strange.
Forget it, anyway, if the plan is successful, there is nothing to do with yourself.
The fiery energy flashed over, and Hu Feng teleported back to his private floor again.
The voice of the female ghost once again passed into your ears. It was extremely comfortable and relaxed.
Quietly hiding behind a ruin for a long time, Hu Feng tried to get rid of himself, although it did not bring any negative effects to him, but the humming sound really addicted himself.
Walked back to the rusty elevator, gathered a moment of energy, and slammed the rubble in front of him into dust, and there was no bunker or obstacle between him and the female ghost.
The female ghost suspended in mid-air, slowly turned around, and her eyes covered behind her long black hair seemed to be watching Hu Feng.
Doomsday singer.
So a name appeared in Hu Feng's mind.
Is unique, and this one alone cannot explain how it was born.
She does not belong to any life, and is different from any ghost wraith. It is unique but does not seem to exist at all.
She has no previous life and no future, but she was indeed born.
The female ghost stared at Hu Feng for a while, and the soft humming song still didn't stop, and Hu Feng slowly lowered his vigilance.
no way. . . This song made me feel calm and peaceful, as if humming the beauty of the world, in this hopeless end of the world.
After a moment. . .
"Ahhhhhh !!! Hahaha!"
The female ghost suddenly stopped singing, and once again produced the kind of ethereal but direct laughter of the soul, rushing toward Hu Feng at the speed of teleportation.
Hu Feng desperately wants to keep himself calm. As soon as he finds any idea that he wants to himself up, he immediately flees. . .
But the female ghost did not do this, she rushed up, like a girl who rushed to the lover, and came into contact with Hu Feng in a hug pose.
In front of me was a flickering snow flake, and the next moment Hu Feng found himself back in a brand new, luxurious gilt elevator.
Ding!
The top floor has arrived, and it seems that everything just like that is a short-lived illusion.
Hu Feng froze for a long time, shook his head violently, and walked out of the elevator.
Looking at the quiet private floor in front of me, everything is so brand new, the neon lights outside the window are colorful and bustling.
Real? illusory?
I can't tell clearly.
"La ... La La ... La La ... La La ..."
An instant burst of cold air strung from the base of Hu Feng's feet to the top of his head.
Singing voice! The song is still there! That female ghost is still there!
There was a sound of Zira, and the female ghost Yingli appeared in front of her, her eyes with blood and tears seemingly revealed an anxious look.
"What's wrong?" Hu Feng hurriedly asked.
Yingli did not answer, but pointed to the downstairs, where is the area of ​​the Wraith Corridor.
Hu Feng nodded and rushed down the stairs next door.
Sure enough. . . Something that can make ghosts so anxious and helpless is at this moment very dim, only emergency lights wandering back and forth in the flashing corridor.
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The invincible female ghost immediately discovered Hu Feng, but this time she didn't make any movements, as if she had no interest in Hu Feng. She hummed herself and floated along the long corridor. White cloth strips and long black hair danced irregularly.
"Hey, can you hear me?" Following the female ghost, Hu Feng tried to communicate with her.
"La ... La La ..." The female ghost glanced at Hu Feng with a dismissive glance, and continued humming the song forward.
Seemed to understand and understand, but I was too lazy to take care of myself.
Will this female ghost be a neurotic autism? Why do ghosts have this kind of stink?
Seemed to have sensed Hu Feng's thoughts. The female ghost temporarily stopped her humming business and lowered her head to stare at Hu Feng.
Hu Feng was uncomfortably stared, "Don't say you still read your mind? This is a bit embarrassing ..."
However, there is still no communication, the female ghost seems to have lost interest in Hu Feng completely.
"La ... La La La ... La La ..."
The song soon rang again, and the Doomsday singer continued to wander back and forth on this long corridor as if he were patrolling his territory.
After the ball is over, don't think about opening the door to live in the room on this floor.
Other ghosts are either invisible or disguised as living people.
This doomsday singer is very good, always keeps the appearance of this kind of sorrow, and does not hide his body.
"Remember to pay your rent on the exclusive first floor!"
"La La ... La La ... La La ..."
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