Chapter 74 (1/2)

”Well.” Yang Huai'an wiped the sweat left behind. There was no fear on his resolute face: ”go ahead with all your might.”

Zheng Quzhi:

As soon as he looked back, he saw that Wei Yan was left on the ground. He could not help holding his painful head. Chaoyang Huai'an discussed: ”lamb, I can't carry Mr. Wei any more. I'd better...”

Yang Huai'an nodded quickly, and when he came to Wei Yan, he had to carry him on his back. The familiar feeling comes again. Yang Huai'an moves for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, he still grits his teeth and puts Wei Yan on his shoulder.

Before he got up, he fell to the ground with a thump.

Zheng Quzhi's eyes widened: ”lamb?!”

Before he thought Xiaoyang said Wei Yan was joking again, but now??? Are the police so weak now?

Yang Huai'an tried to get up again. The blue veins on his forehead had already burst up, but he still did not move. Zheng Quzhi thought that the pressure on him was a big mountain.

Finally, Zheng Quzhi helped Wei Yan up. His face was pale and he sighed deeply: ”forget it, I'll come.”

Then he put Wei Yan on his back. As soon as he raised his head, he met the lamb's complicated eyes. Zheng Quzhi's eyelids jumped and said nothing.

The place full of corpses occupied about three meters. On the ground, there were broken arms, broken legs and corpses in which part. The more he looked, the more disgusting he felt. Zheng Quzhi looked pale at Xiangyang Huai'an: ”step on Step on it

Otherwise?

The corpse has occupied all the passageways. If you want to pass, you can only step on it. If you can't, you can still fly past.

Yang Huai'an thought about it carefully. Suddenly, he opened the door of a ward beside him and went in. Zheng Quzhi did not dare to stay alone in the gloomy corridor, and quickly followed up.

The room is still a mess, and there are scary props prepared by the staff. But this props and the outside want to compare, it is simply a pediatrics.

After looking for a meeting, Yang Huai'an finally found what he wanted in the corner. After searching again, we finally found several. He handed two of them to Zheng Quzhi: ”put them on.”

When he saw the two plastic bags, Zheng Quzhi almost cried. Mom, at this time, two plastic bags can save lives.

With the plastic bags, Zheng Quzhi did not have so much rejection there. Yang Huai'an is still walking in front of him, covering his nose in one hand and holding a wooden table leg in the other.

Looking at the mess, he held his breath and took the first step. He stepped on one arm, and the ground creaked. Yang Huai'an was about to stand unsteadily. Zheng Quzhi helped him behind him.

Yang Huai'an looks ugly. After stabilizing himself, he looks up to the ceiling and runs straight past. From time to time, the foot is trapped in a corpse, and the strange feeling is unforgettable for a short time.

After rushing past, Yang Huai'an's face is a pair of expression that wants to cry but can't cry out: ”Zheng Qu Zhi, you refuel.”

Zheng Quzhi couldn't help but retch a few times, and then raised his feet tremblingly. The plastic bag is not big. If it sinks down, the corpse can still rub Zheng Quzhi's pants, leaving traces on the pants.

Although he soiled his trousers, he didn't know what kind of psychology he was out of. He held Wei Yan high with his teeth and didn't let him rub a trace.