Dark Blood Age

The black car carrying Chu Yunsheng stopped in front of the last red and green light of the hospital, and the first people's hospital was just one street away.

On the left, a new silver Volkswagen Express also parked in front of the red light, behind the window, a seventy-eight year-old boy curiously measured the black car on the right through the glass and shouted in surprise:

“Daddy, Daddy, look, that car is getting dark, so much! ”

The father of the little boy was thinking about it. Last night, his wife finally found out about the lover. He had a big fight with him. His face was snapped by his wife's sharp nails. That didn't count. The wife called her parents again. She was angry at the old father for a heart attack. He was on his way to the hospital. He had to hurry up with his scalp and make a mess in his heart. Where else was he thinking about looking outside? His own business is about to explode!

This is not true, the little lover called again, saying that his wife called the door, she should not live...

“Except! Shit, divorce, divorce! ”

The father of the little boy dropped his phone hard, vented and anxiously leaned against the seat back seat, but saw his son staring at him with frightened eyes, his heart softened, smashed his mouth, and tried to explain and comfort his son.

Strangely, he didn't have time to say anything, and his son cried out loudly, pointing his finger out the window, his cheeks were bloody, and he couldn't even say a word of trembling chestnut.

The little boy's father raised his head in surprise and looked through the window to see what was really scaring his son like this?

Look at this, soul suddenly scatters away!

Just saw the black car driving position on his right side of the car window, close to a staring eyes, growing mouth, and his face frightened to the extreme distortion of the “dead” face, like being strangled, like seeing the strong ghost alive scared like this, the five officials protruded, the eyeballs burst out, the bleeding seven tricks unbearable, plus the car full of silk strange black gas, seeped his heart dramatically!

Without waiting for him to recover his mind from the shock, he followed three small cars with the same touch in the back. He probably also saw abnormal symptoms. Suddenly, the sound of sharp braking came in two or three times. Then he opened the door, and at least a dozen men in black uniforms came up with things they couldn't see.

“Triad killer? ”

The father of the little boy was earthy. He couldn't help but tremble. He just felt so unlucky to be home. Last night he met his lover and was captured alive by his wife. In the morning, his father had a heart attack and went to the hospital. The lover was about to commit suicide again. Now he still encounters gang feuds. Is there anyone worse off than him in the world?!

In the chaos, I remembered that my baby son was still in the car. In case the kid was accidentally injured by gang feuds, he really couldn't live, so I hurried to hang up my position, stepped on the throttle, and tried to escape.

All these years, he made a little money, but that little money wasn't enough to link up with the gangsters.

At this time, the black gas of the black car on the right suddenly surged in geometric order, no longer slightly outward, but gradually formed a razor-sharp sword shadow-like shape and burst towards the outside!

In the unbelievable gaze of the little boy's father, those black shadows like tiny and awesome swords arbitrarily cut the black cars made of steel back and forth like tofu chunks, they rushed out of the cars, shot into the sky, turned out an arc, whistled back and stabbed, stuck inside the cars, less than blinking kung fu, a structured black car cut under the black shadow of a group of demonic dancing shadows, 708 fell, few pieces of complete iron leather.

At least there are hundreds of pieces of car debris, such as glass, leather, floors, engine parts, and seats, hung by a black-light blade shadow dancing all over the sky, oscillated in the air, powdered into countless pieces, and even a small half of the eyeballs splashed on the new quick-window, and after a crack, the glued blood water slipped down the glass and the tiny black shadow that swarmed the little half of the eyeballs left a dense, numb tiny hole in the newly quick-windowed compartment as they continued to shred.

The little boy's father's scalp was numb as if he had been picked up, and somehow his stiff right foot couldn't step on the throttle. He had a hunch that, as long as he dared to move slightly, those bloodthirsty black shadows would instantly swallow him, as well as his son.

Blood mixed with gasoline, smelling bad smells flowing down the street to the sewers, yet the demon-dancing slaughter didn't end with the first car turning into countless pieces, like a greedy child, a demon from hell, spinning at incredible speeds, turning back and shooting furiously at more than a dozen uniformed men in the back.

There are not many light shadows. There are only seven or eight regions, but they are so fast that the human eye can't tell which one is real, which one is illusory, and the visual nerves of the brain can't tell which one is the previous moment, which one is the next. In the world of the eyes, there are only countless dark lines of light shadows.

The first man to rush, without even screaming, the countless black lines passed through his chest, throat, head like wind... Then, there was really a breeze that was so light that it couldn't be lighter. The tall man holding the pistol, along with his painted black pistol, instantly turned into a dusty fragment, blowing through his light wind like wearing his fragmented dusty body on the night breeze, filled with bloody and thick blood fog, blowing into the cold night sky.

The blood fog, which should have regrouped into blood due to extremely low temperatures, seemed afraid to spread into the air in the myriad of powerful black shadows.

The little boy's father's eyes retrieved from the night sky, then looked to the ground, so short a little kung fu, more than a dozen men in black can still stand, there are only three to four left!

How can a dozen people die? He wriggled his throat with difficulty and did not dare make any sound.

He didn't speak, but someone couldn't bear.

“Ah, ghosts! ”

The screaming sound of a cracked liver gallbladder pierced the night sky.

The remaining three or four men in black finally reacted under the black shadow of killing and separating bodies at speed. They were terrified. One fired wildly with a pistol, one fell soft under his leg and crawled on the ground. Two people pulled their legs and ran...

A dark man stepped out of the fragment storm of the first car, couldn't see his face, couldn't see his face, only a pair of red eyes were like demon kings from the abyss of hell, and the sound of Shawther's slaughter in the cold wind.

Drill out the barrel of the high-speed spinning bullet to the lane light shadow black line, the flame turns into silk metal filament fragments, with the smell of nitrogen smoke, spinning away, followed by the pistol, the hands holding the trigger and firmly pulling the hand, the coarse arms, until the man holding the gun's body, quickly and sequentially tearing into debris dust in the wind, blowing a thick bloody fog.

The light fluttered over the second man who was paralyzed on the ground, cutting off the last two in the distance, in an awesome sound.

Looking at the black devil walking through his car window step by step, the little boy's father held his son, shaking all over his body, but withstood tremendous fear, biting his teeth to death and not letting them make any knockout noises.

He saw the black demon step by step in front of a man who was paralyzed on the ground, as if he had been meditating for a long time, as if it were just a moment, and then he heard a voice full of confusion.

“Who am I? ”

The man who was paralyzed on the ground slipped his legs and climbed backwards with his hands on the ground, shouting: ghosts, ghosts, ghosts!

Paralysis of a soft man's mind completely collapsed and in great panic, his urine soaked the concrete floor along his crotch.

“I'm a ghost? ”

The black devil's mouth whispered in confusion over and over again and fell into contemplation.

The innumerable shadow of light and black line returned to him after killing from afar like a tide, cheering and excited, but no longer killing.

When the paralyzed man saw the black red-eyed demon muttering to himself, he finally mustered all the courage, exhausted all his strength, climbed up from the ground and rushed to the side of the car at the fastest speed of his life.

Run, run, run as far away as you can!

There's only one thought left for a paralyzed man.

But as he moved, the black devil awoke from contemplation, bewildered and angry, saying:

“I'm not a ghost! That's not my name! You lied to me! Anyone who lies to me is going to die! ”

When the word "dead” came out, Black Qi twisted wildly as he received a long-awaited order.

The paralyzed man was ashamed, crying and trying to open the door...

The next moment, countless shadow black lines stir up again, they can't wait to get excited, seemingly ordinary, greedily wear the paralyzed soft man and the car that just opened the door as shreds, after killing and destroying the car, they are still unsatisfied, one breath after the other crushing the last two small cars, until the night wind blows all the debris dust, they do not return with weary shadow around the black demon, into the body.

The little boy's father witnessed the whole process, dying to cover his son's eyes and mouth, all stiff and immobile. He knew that when he moved, the next step was the fragment and the dust.

However, bad luck did not seem to want to let him go. When all four small cars were shredded and more than a dozen men in black were killed, the demon of the Messenger of Hell looked back at him and gave him a bloody glance, making his soul fly.

It's coming! It's coming! What should we do?

The little boy's father swallowed a hard spit, his head blank, and he didn't know what to do!

Run, or not?

He struggled intensely, running, surely could not escape the horrible shadow of the black line, without running, next time the paralyzed man was in front of him.

“What do we do? How could I be so unlucky? If you don't meet Wang last night, you won't get caught by your wife. If you don't get caught by your wife, you won't fight. If you don't fight, your father won't be hospitalized. If you don't get hospitalized, you won't be here! ”

The little boy's father has a heart of regret!

But there was no medicine for regret in the world, and the Shadow Devil had walked up to his window, a pair of red and dark eyes through the glass, staring at him dead.

The little boy's father closed his eyes tightly and thought wildly of Oh Mitov, Immeasurable Venerable, and Amalia.

“Who am I? ”

Still the voice of confusion, as if from another world.

The little boy's father closed his eyes, kept his mouth shut, wanted to close even his ears, told himself over and over again, this is a hallucination, a hallucination, don't answer it, don't answer it, it is to spiritualize, it must be to spiritualize!

“Tell me, who am I? ”

There is a rush in the lost voice.

The little boy's father was extremely nervous, but he kept his mouth shut, his lips biting blood, and he dared not make a sound. The next step for the paralyzed man was to circle clearly in his mind.

But the devil opened the car door. How does he know to open the car door? How does it open the locked door?

The little boy's father's heart almost jumped out of his voice, and he could feel his red eyes staring dead at him less than a dozen centimeters away.

“Who the hell am I!? ”

Lost voices with a hint of slaughter.

At this time, the father of the little boy did not know if he was too nervous or too afraid, his hands were loose, his son came out of his arms and shouted: “Monster!” Then, throwing a toy at the devil from his arms, he said confidently: "Look at me, Ottoman! ”

The Red-Eyed Devil grabbed the model toy and looked at the little boy confused and read the words: "Ultraman? Hmm?”

The little boy's father saw his son attack the red-eyed demon, and in great fear provoked the same great fatherhood. Zhang Arms stopped in front of his son and yelled: “Son, run! ”

The red-eyed devil muttered like he was trying to remember, “I'm not Ultraman, I'm sure I'm not! So, who am I? You lied to me! ”

Finally, the red light in its eyes drips like blood.

It strangled the little boy's father as if he could never forgive others for deceiving him, and said in confusion and anger, “Who am I? Cheat me and I'll kill you! ”

The little boy's father had just mustered a little courage and instantly nothing left but a little thought to support, struggling to say: "Brother, no, Warrior, King! I don't know who you are. Will you let our father and son go? I didn't see anything. I promise I won't say anything! Will you let us go? The kid's innocent. He's seven years old. He doesn't know anything. Please!”

“Father and son? Kids?”

The Red-eyed Devil has fallen into agonizing confusion again, repeating these two words.

“Bad guy! Let go of my father! ”

The little boy saw his father strangled by a fierce monster, lifted his little fist and slapped that black hand hard, but for him, he was powerless as a mosquito.

“Daddy?”

The red-eyed demon suddenly raised his voice by an inch, like remembering something, like losing something extremely important, muttering to himself.

“Daddy, kid? ”

It loosened the hand of the little boy's father in confusion, searching four times, searching in haste and panic, reading in his mouth and disappearing into the night at an extremely fast rate of confusion.

A police car followed by a speeding car. A line of soldiers armed with live ammunition jumped down to the key. The scene was immediately sealed off. The bad luck of the little boy's father still seemed not to be over. However, when he saw the police and soldiers, he never felt that the police and soldiers were as cute as they are today. A huge sense of security wrapped him around him, causing him to hold his son tight and cry...

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Chu Yunsheng is missing!

The news came before the dawn of the sun, as did the disappearance of a member of the mission from a large family in the capital.

After seeing the oral records of the little boy's father, the panic began to spread infinitely in the hearts of some.

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Status restored, thoughts streamlined, updated normally tomorrow.

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