Zhang Yuanqing smelled the smell of death, staggered a few steps, and leaned against the edge of the dining table.

The murderous woman in white walked back tremblingly, holding up the kitchen knife Zhang Yuanqing turned sideways fiercely, and the rusty kitchen knife slashed on the dining table, deeply embedded.

The murderous woman in white pulled it out a few times, but failed to pull it out.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in his chest, grabbed the high-back chair beside him, and with all his strength, grabbed Wraith Ling's waist.

"shoot!"

The waist of the resolute woman in white broke instantly, and her waist was twisted and twisted, and she fell to the ground.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The wraith lying on the ground twitched his hands and feet, his head turned to the left, his hands and feet moved in opposite directions, his left knee turned to the right, and his right knee turned to the left, like a random doll.

With the bone healing sound of "Kaka", her waist flicked, her lower body stood up, and her upper body dragged on the ground.

"! Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanqing's scalp was numb, he clutched the knife wound on his chest, and ran back to the bedroom.

Believe that things can't be killed.

Back in the room, he locked Fang Ming, and staggered back to the window. Zhang Yuanqing opened the window and looked out. It was pitch black outside, with no street lights, no vehicles, and no nearby residential buildings.

If it was in the real world, he would take the risk of jumping outside the air conditioner,

But here is the dream.

Leaving aside whether jumping out of a window can save oneself, what if the end of jumping out of a window is death?

what to do?

Unable to escape from the dream, unable to kill the wraith, and unable to use skills and props, Zhang Yuanqing fell into a desperate situation.

What was even more deadly was that the blood on his chest could not be stopped at all. If this continued, within ten minutes, he would have died from his injuries.

What happens when you die in a dream?

He didn't dare to think about it.

Who is going to kill me? I remember that dreams are the domain of illusionists, but I have no enmity or intersection with illusionists...

At this time, the doorknob (moved a bit, and found that the door could not be opened, and the wraith outside seemed very irritable, and the twisted handle made a "clicking" sound.

After a few seconds, it stopped again, seemingly giving up on opening the door.

Suddenly, there was a loud "yan" sound, and half of the kitchen knife protruded from the door panel.

It was cracking the door... Despair appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, he glanced out the dark window, and considered whether to jump out of the window and give it a try.

Ci Yanyan!

As the kitchen knife chops again and again, the door panel is gradually chopped down, and the gap is getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, with a sound of "Weidang", the door panel was torn apart, and the wraith with disheveled hair stepped in with a strange posture, holding a knife.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing had already climbed onto the window sill, ready to jump off.

Looking at the distorted Wraith walking step by step, Zhang Yuanqing seemed to have returned to the Yuling Tunnel, fighting the Wraith and zombies with his ordinary body. JrNovels.com