Chapter 1948: There are ghosts everywhere 5

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Ning Shu holds the wind oil, why the sky is still not bright.
Ning Shu looked at the sky through the iron gate in front of him, and the moon seemed to shift a bit, but there was no sign of dawn.
The sound of sorrow and roaring upstairs is constant, such a big movement, is it not heard by the aunts?

What should I do now?
the roommate asked in disbelief.
Ning Shu did not know what to do, but he could only hold the wind oil. At this time, she had no strength in her hands, and she released the mental power and scanned the whole building.
Then Ning Shu saw people who had been spinning around in the same place, and female classmates who had been torn by the zombies, and there were ghosts and zombies. This building is like hell.
Ningshu scanned the small house next to the dormitory building, and the auntie stayed there. As a result, he saw the auntie sleeping in a coffin. Suddenly the coffin covered the flight, a woman wearing a Qing dynasty cheongsam and wearing a Citigroup. The zombies jumped out and jumped to the door of the dormitory.
The green face is fangs, the nails are sharp, and the blood is red. At this time, the moon is slightly lightened, and the white moonlight shines on the aunt's body.
Oh my God!
Ning Shu was almost stunned, and the auntie slammed into the iron gate, and through the gap of the iron gate, he reached out and grabbed Ning Shu and two roommates.
Ning Shu pulled two roommates away from the iron gate, and the female zombie stopped by the iron gate picked it up and waved his hand to catch Ning Shu three people.
However, jumping around the door is very funny, making the iron door jingle.
Ning Shu holds the wind oil essence, this thing has to be saved. The world is mostly a fantasy, and the space is distorted, even without aura, even the basic world rules are not, the world of neuropathy.
Zombies, zombies, ghosts, what else?
Ning Shu licked his eyebrows, and he was in the fog, unable to see the direction of the powerless feeling.
And Ning Shu has a hunch, and the endless stream of monsters is about to strike.
Come on, plant!
"Shimei, what should I do now?" a roommate shouted at Ningshu.
"My name is beautiful?" asked Ning Shu.
"What's wrong with you, how do you not even know your own name?" Roommate said anxiously.
Ning Shu is now in a state of sorrow, always in a state, who am I, where am I, what am I doing, where am I going, this is where the ghosts come from, what is the world, the wind oil What is the stem...
The zombie slammed into the iron gate, and the lock was estimated to have been knocked open, and even the irons were bitten.
"Let her hit, if it breaks, we can go out." It has been trapped in this dormitory, it is too dangerous, and there is no place to hide. The only way is to jump from the window, in case it is broken. It’s dead.
Ning Shu holds the wind oil, watching the green hair zombies, do not know if this thing is useful for zombies?
Ningshu puts the wind oil on the tip of the nose, which is the ordinary wind oil.
The setting of this world is really a neuropathy!
Is it something that is not made?

Do you still have Fengshen?
Ning Shu asked the roommate, and the roommate shook his head.
No, just a bottle.

"Will you give me a bottle?" Ning Shu looked at her, but she really deny herself!
"She has to open the door." Another roommate shouted in horror. Ning Shu blocked the two roommates behind him, holding the wind oil, ready to spray the oil on the zombie god.
Suddenly, a stick appeared on the back of the female zombie, hitting the zombie's head heavily, and then the female zombie fainted under Ningshu's gaze.
Nima, fainted.
Normal zombies shouldn’t be invulnerable, and then go back and kill those who attack themselves?
Ning Shu really has more slots and no logic.
"Shimei, I am here to save you." A boy wearing a white turtleneck sweater suddenly appeared. He did not dare to put down his wooden stick. The reason why he can see this boy is a turtleneck sweater is because this time moonlight So bright.
Ning Shu silently looked at his exposed arm pajamas, and then silently looked at the other's turtleneck sweater, buddy, are we not a season?
Why do people wear sweaters, she and her roommates wear so little, can't feel cold?
"When the United States?" Gao Ling sweater brother Chao Ning Shu shouted, just then, as soon as the cold wind poured in, Ning Shu suddenly hit a sputum, cold is not good.
Is it that before the scare adrenaline arrogance, simply do not feel cold?
There will be people to save themselves, and then they will relax.
Ning Shu nose sucked back, tightly pinched the oil, watching the only normal person, but in case this is a monster in the human skin.
Ning Shu cold got his teeth trembled, and he really regretted what the weather was. He always felt that it was because of his own vomiting that the world became so cold.
"Who are you?" asked Ning Shu Chao high-necked sweater brother, this guy looked very gentle, wearing a high-necked white sweater, temperament is clean, and looks good.
"I am Song Mo." Song Mo said anxiously, then found that the door could not be opened, suddenly stunned, there is a kind of impulse to woke up the zombie and then let her hit the door.
Ning Shu still dare not approach Song Mo, the ghost knows what he is, "There should be a key in the room of the aunt, you go to find the key."
"Well, you wait." Song Mo took the wooden stick and went to the hut to find the key, but there was no movement after entering.
It didn't come out for a while.
The sound of all kinds of painful roaring upstairs is like hell, the sound of running, such a big movement, why no one came to her.
Just come to a Song ink.
The female zombie who was stunned by Song Mo woke up and immediately jumped up, then began to hit the door, and Song Mo, who was looking for the key, had not returned.
Ning Shu can't describe his current mood.
In short, the trough is lying!
"How did Song Mo not come back?" The roommate was worried.
"Nothing, let her hit." Ning Shu holds the wind oil.
Roommates glanced at Ning Shu. "I still hope that Song Mo will find the key quickly. I don't know if we can resist the zombies."
"I am more curious, why is this happening in our bedroom?" Ning Shu asked.
"I don't know." Roommate said awkwardly.
Ning Shu pulled the corner of his mouth, it was really tortured to death, there is no logic at all.
Song Mo finally found the key, hurriedly ran out of the room, saw the zombie wake up, holding the stick and hitting the zombie, the zombie fell straight.
"Don't worry, I will open the door right away." Song Mo was very nervous. When looking for the key, he did not pay attention to let the key fall to the ground, and quickly squatted down.
"Song Mo, behind..." Roommate pointed at the back of Song Mo, his face was terrified.
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