Soul of Negary

"Who are you?" After entering the hotel, several people surrounded with arms, even two or three of them still had guns.

"It's a search team." Chang Xia didn't panic, and there was no need to panic. He said indifferently: "Someone entrusted us to find a survivor in the seventh district to ensure her safety, nothing more."

Those people carefully looked at Chang Xia Fangze and others, and then slightly lowered their vigilance and said: "The second floor is our site. If there is nothing, please do not approach the second floor. We don't want any conflict."

Then those people retreated to the second floor, ignoring Fang Ze and others.

"These two people should have been catching fast, it's a pity..." Chang Xia didn't say what a pity.

It should be reasonable to keep order quickly when disaster strikes, but they are now abandoned by the government, and it is good to be able to protect themselves.

"Does this hotel look good?" Eight people went up the stairs directly to the third floor. All the items were neatly arranged, as if there were people cleaning the hotel all the time.

In the dim corridor, several people were holding flashlights, carefully observing the surrounding environment, stepping on the furry carpet, and being alert to the germs that were most likely to suddenly attack.

Xiao Bafu saw a picture hanging beside the corridor, carefully knocked with a dagger, and one side seemed to be loose. The corner of the picture slipped down.

"It has been checked, there is no problem." Several people reported on the inspection of the third floor, and after finding out that there was no problem, they chose two adjacent double rooms to stay and arranged a night watch.

It's just that no one noticed that the painting that slipped to one side seemed to be held upright by an invisible hand, and then fixed again.

At eight or nine in the evening, another group of people came to this hotel.

This inn seems to have a magic power. When people come here and feel tired when looking for a place to rest, they will automatically look at this inn.

Perhaps it is because of the influence in life for a long time. You should stay in a hotel when you rest in the field. Perhaps it is in a messy environment. The hotel with everything neat and tidy makes people feel at ease.

Everything in the room has been checked, and they are all authentic items, not camouflaged by germs. Two double rooms, one side is Zhang Zijie, Xiao Bafu, traffic jam, Zhang Wei, the other side is Chang Xia, Fang Ze, Liu Ya, A Qi.

Zhang Zijie, who was lying in bed, seemed to have dreamed something bad in his sleep. He had been tossing and turning, and the reason why he got the authority to sink into the ground was precisely because he had suffered such a disaster. Now he is lying in bed, but has The same feeling as if he was about to fall.

The traffic jam and Zhang Wei quietly watched the night. The two of them were also very tired. They were coping with the mimicking germs this afternoon.

"I'm going to smoke a cigarette." The traffic paralysis and Zhang Wei whispered, and came to the corridor, lit a cigarette, a little sober, ready to turn around, and felt that his feet were empty, and the ground turned into black mud. Parcels, a unique frequency appeared, and all the fluctuations in the power of traffic paralysis were ended.

The ground slowly returned to calm, and the fluffy carpet was laid again. The ground suddenly raised a hand. The force of the disaster was continuously released on it, destroying the black matter, but there was more black matter surging Come over, the unique frequency limits the power of disaster to the dead, and finally the hand is pulled back to the floor, and everything is silent.

Standing in the room, Zhang Wei felt something was wrong. It was too long for the traffic to be paralyzed to smoke a cigarette. He was about to wake up the two sleeping people to look out, and he saw a wave of creeping on the ground. He tied up and tied their mouth, nose and hands to prevent him from making too much movement.

The power of the disaster surged and hit the tentacles, but did not cause much damage. These tentacles also seemed to have certain material properties of the disaster power, and the damage of the disaster power reduced a lot.

What is more frightening is that the fluctuations of the disaster force are all confined. If they have been trained in the past, they are very sensitive to the fluctuations of the disaster force. As long as there is a trace of fluctuations, they can immediately wake up from their sleep. .

But those dark tentacles play a similar role to the Disaster Force Retractor, which can hide the fluctuations of the Disaster Force.

This can only be said of the deaths of the middle and upper classes. They leaked some research data to Negri in exchange for benefits. Among them, the disaster force sensing technology and the disaster force material forging technology were used by Negri to make up. End Kai Ling Fa.

The subsequent disaster force stabilization technology, that is, the technology for manufacturing the disaster force beam receiver, did not give up, and this technique of hiding its own disaster force fluctuations was still very useful.

Zhang Wei tried his best to make some movements, but it had no effect. He was also pulled to the ground and disappeared.

Then the two beds in the room began to sink slowly, the foot of the bed fell into the ground, the two people were getting closer and closer to the ground, then several tentacles slowly approached the two people, and then covered their mouths, together with the big bed Pulled the ground closer.

Only Zhang Zijie was slightly aware of the similar authority, but when he woke up, it was too late. He had been caught by several tentacles and pulled into the ground.

In the room on the other side, Fang Ze and Liu Ya watched the night, and Fang Ze frowned. This silent night made him feel more and more wrong.

"I'll look at the situation next door, be careful yourself." Fang Ze whispered, then opened the door and walked to the side. In the dark corridor, it didn't affect Fang Ze's vision. After liberating once, he got something very Comprehensive.

I looked at the corridor slightly strangely, and always felt something was wrong. I stood next door and gently knocked on the door. After a while, no one opened the door. Fang Ze's complexion changed. Blasting the door into pieces, you can see the empty room.

The secret road was not good. He rushed towards his room and slammed the door open. When he saw it, it was not the room but the dark meat.

Fang Ze's disaster power bombarded the meat block, and the imaginary scene of turning to pieces did not happen. The black meat block was missing a large piece, but it was not completely destroyed, and it quickly recovered under the creep As is.

The whole hotel began to creep, the corridor was deformed and twisted, and the things in it were chaotic. Numerous tentacles extended from various places and spread towards Fangze.

The power of disaster on Fang Ze's body sprang up wildly, and those black tentacles were all broken into pieces, emitting blue smoke, which was then engulfed by black matter, and the entire corridor became less and less.

"Is the whole hotel a germ of germs?" Fang Ze looked ugly, recalling his previous position roughly. The force of the disaster exploded to the side, cleared a road, and jumped out of the hotel....