At 20:49, the countdown to the group destruction was 11 minutes.

The White Wolf encountered the biggest life-and-death crisis since this mission, and was also exposed to a major opportunity to save the dilemma.

He had completely retreated to the maintenance room and was waiting by the well.

Everything in front of him was still calm and without any turmoil, but he knew that the thing was coming, a ghost who could kill him or save him.

Time passed very slowly, as if every second was pulled very long.

The high-intensity and concentration made Bailang shed bitter and salty sweat beads, and he slid from his forehead into the corner of his eyes. His eyelids became sour, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub it.

Just as he just hit the corner of his eyes, a very strange sense of panic suddenly arose in his heart.

This feeling came inexplicably and without any warning, so I quickly looked up and glanced around. Everything was as normal, no ghosts or people.

But this panic followed like a shadow. No matter how he moved or adjusted, it was objectively present and could not be escaped.

A strong uneasiness appeared in Bailang's heart. He grabbed the iron ladder of the ground well with one hand, and his face changed drastically without any hesitation.

This was an attack from the supernatural power. Although he had never seen a ghost or encountered any abnormality, this sudden uneasiness made him realize that he had been hit.

It’s not that the white wolf is as timid as a mouse, but that he really understood that he didn’t even notice how the ghost took action, which means that this ghost is definitely not something he can solve now, and that’s all he can escape.

But it's probably too late to escape now.

When he used his hands and feet to climb the iron ladder, a drop of "water" suddenly fell from the corner of his right eye and hit the back of his hand.

There was no light source here, but he clearly realized that it was not water, but blood.

"The eyes are bleeding..."

As if it turned around last time, the white wolf was not at all uncomfortable, as if the changes in his body did not happen to him.

The two abnormalities made him smell a trace of the rules.

"The host is a living dead, and this is perhaps the reason why he becomes a living dead."

This ghost killed people, not completely.

It creates fatal damage to a living person through unknown means, but only kills the body, the soul of the dead is not destroyed, and even pain and death cannot be felt.

Because they cannot feel death, they will eventually become living dead.

This idea is just a framework. The specific reason why the living dead can still resurrect the soul after the body of the living dead is killed, but it cannot find out the reason.

But now is not the time to think about this, because Bailang knows that he can't survive anymore.

The blood in the eyes was flowing more and more, like a leaking gate, which was lost drop by drop, and the eyes began to show some signs of loosening.

He raised his head and looked at the hidden door of the underground well that was a step away, and finally chose to give up, and fell back into the negative one with both hands.

It makes no sense to escape like this. He can only die once he leaves here. So he might as well take another gamble.

If the ghost came to the maintenance room and could have a brief connection with him before his death, it might provide him with some clues to his life...

If it wasn't there, the white wolf didn't keep thinking.

The well, which was nearly three meters high, fell, and he fell down without feeling any pain.

“I’ve entered the late stage of death.”

His eyes searched his body, holding the cold cell phone in both hands but there was no feedback at all, and the touch was lost.

Now Bai Lang felt more and more that he didn't look like a person, and that strange feeling could not be described in words.

The beam of light lit up, and he hoped to see the ghost who killed him with his own eyes, but it was like falling into the abyss.

The maintenance room was silent, and there was nothing except him, a living person who had lost the ability to perceive everything about reality.

The white wolf was also scared, but more confused.

He didn't know why the ghost didn't appear, but why did he end up like this?

He could already sense the mistakes of the living dead.

After the feeling of touch was lost, he seemed to have become a wandering soul, without weight or consciousness, and could only read the world with his eyes, ears and hands.

The world has not changed, but he is no longer the flesh and blood living person he used to be.

What kind of killing method is this? It is so weird that you can't even resist.

Death is approaching.

The white wolf was like a powerful but incapable fool until a black shadow appeared in front of him, appearing above his head, as if looking down at his falling self.

The two heads were up and down, one high and one low looking at each other.

In his bleeding eyes, the white wolf could not see its appearance clearly, but for some reason he had a sense of soul familiarity. He always felt that he had seen this figure from where he had seen it.

The black shadow's face became clearer and clearer, and the sense of familiarity became more and more obvious. Just when the white wolf almost recognized the other person's identity a little bit.

Another slender black shadow suddenly appeared, accompanied by the shaking of the iron door of the maintenance room.

The second face of the second black shadow crushed the first face of the first black shadow and made a perfect replacement. His face was very real and clear.

As soon as the white wolf appeared, the original despair was swept away, because he recognized this person at a glance, and it was Fang Shenyan who had disappeared for a long time.

At this moment, Fang Shenyan also changed a lot from his previous appearance.

Apart from a slender blood mark on his face, the most eye was his originally dark right eye, which was now thick white, as if it had been turned into a supernatural whitening.

As soon as Fang Shenyan appeared, he stretched out two slender fingers to the white wolf who could not struggle, pressed directly on the surface of his eyeball with his fingertips, and then wiped it gently.

The white wolf tightened in pain, but then he realized that he had recovered from the pain. After a moment of pause, he immediately stood up from the ground and looked at the person in front of him vigilantly.

"Fang Shenyan?"

At this moment, Fang Shenyan's appearance changed drastically and had some ghosts, so he had to ask first.

It was not until I saw the other party nodding that I felt relieved. I breathed a sigh of relief with fear and sincere thanks:

"Thank you, Deputy Manager Fang. If you don't come, I'm afraid I'll explain here."

After saying that, Bai Lang found that Fang Shenyan had been looking at him with a very strange look since then, especially his white right eye made him feel sincerely discomfort.

"What's wrong with me?"

Bailang noticed something was wrong, so he patted his cheek with his hand and found that some dead skin seemed to appear on his face at some point.

As he slapped, layers of dander were falling, and it was very disgusting like snowflakes.

He felt something was wrong, so he quickly took out his phone camera and turned the lens to point it at his face.

At this glance, he stood there in a daze.

In the camera, his originally vicious face now appeared on his cheeks with small cracks covered with layers, just like a sashimi after being modified.

After those cracks, there was no abnormality, but it was covered with large patches of white dander.

As for Bai Lang himself, he had no sense of this, so he could only raise his terrified eyes and look at Fang Shenyan and ask:

"Deputy Manager Fang, do you understand the inside story?"

Fang Shenyan has been standing there since he wiped off something in his eyes, staring at him with a strange look, and a shimmering light flashed in his white right eye, and he said slowly:
Chapter completed!