Cao Heng was stunned, his eyes focused, and he calmed down on Yan Junze's face for a moment before he let go of his vigilance.

His lips were dry and cracked, and his eyes signaled Yan Junze to lift the quilt covered by him.

Yan Junze did as he did.

After lifting the quilt, what caught my eye was a large number of cracked wounds. The blood had solidified. At first glance, I couldn't see how many wounds there were.

Cao Heng gritted his teeth and tried hard to say something: "If you have a vain spirit, pull, be careful, don't move!"

As soon as he spoke, a few seconds later, Yan Junze saw Zhuang Wenhui walking out of the bedroom bathroom with her body bent out.

She stared straight ahead without focusing on her own. She walked strangely, as if she was being led by something, through the bedroom and into the living room.

"Don't move for the time being, I'll save you soon." Yan Junze patted Cao Heng's shoulder.

I turned around and walked to the bedroom door, looked at the living room, and found that the place where there were cardboard boxes in the living room had been replaced by three chairs with their backs facing away from this direction.

Zhuang Wenhui, who had just walked out, walked to the chair on the far left and sat down slowly without saying a word.

Zhuang Wenjing, who had just curled up on the sofa, had already put down her feet. Her arms were still bent and stretched forward, unable to put them down. She stood up stiffly, silently walked to the far right of the three chairs, and sat down.

Yan Junze noticed that behind the three chairs, there was another chair that did not disappear, which was exactly what he had just sat on.

At this moment, a stronger sense of dizziness came, and the sky was dizzy. He felt that he almost fell to the ground and immediately held the bedroom door frame.

Because of his previous experience, Yan Junze was not panicked this time. After stabilizing his body, he slowly approached a chair in the back row and sat down quickly when he was about to fall.

This should be the third game. Three weird guys play with them together, and I don’t know what to do.

Just now, I had clearly relieved the obsession between Zhuang Wenhui and Zhuang Wenjing, but at this moment, these two weirdos were still involuntarily playing the third game, which means that this third weirdos are much stronger than theirs in terms of strength and status.

This kind of joining is unconscious, and from the deepest part of the heart is in a state of obedience.

Even though he had already sat on the chair, Yan Junze still felt dizzy in his head, and soon his consciousness began to blur and he was about to fall asleep.

And somewhere behind him, there was a rustling crawling sound.

Soon, a woman with a smaller figure seemed to be slowly crawling past the chair where he was sitting.

The woman was not actually thin, but was her body strangely bent horizontally, as if her waist had been broken, her clothes were covered in twigs, and she could not completely cover her body.

She also has long hair, but some parts of her head are bald. The hair in the bare areas has been torn off, her skin is ulcerated, and she looks blurred.

Not only was the woman's waist twisted, but her limbs also twisted to a certain degree. She did not stop when she crawled past Yan Junze, nor did she look at him.
Chapter completed!