Chapter 412 Thank You

"Chu Jiu!"

Jiao Tailang picked up the painting on the ground, his fingers trembling. He took a last look at the door in front of him that separated life and death, and ran downstairs with gritted teeth.

The long-term torture had exhausted him physically and mentally, but he did not dare to give up, and could not give up.

He could not die. He had to live with this hope for Chu Jiu, Xu Yi, and all the dead.

The moment he rushed out of the building, the light and shadow changed in front of him, and he knew that Chu Jiu had completed her mission.

Three dark buildings appeared in front of him.

Ping An Apartment.

But unlike what he had seen before, Ping An Apartment was now shrouded in a weird atmosphere, and the dark clouds were so low that they seemed to crush the building.

There was no sound in the apartment.

He walked slowly towards the apartment. When he passed Building No. 1, he stopped for a few seconds, stood downstairs and looked up, and felt completely different.

Before, he just felt that it was dilapidated and deserted, but now the building in his eyes was dark, like a huge coffin standing upright.

Occasionally, a little light was reflected from some window, as if it was a half-open eye, staring at the living person approaching with ill intention.

Taking a deep breath, looking down, staring at the empty hall, Jiao Tailang felt very uncomfortable for no reason.

It seemed that as long as he walked in, he would be swallowed by this building that already had life.

The next second, a black shadow flashed quickly in the hall.

"Taro!" Weng Qing appeared in front of the lobby of Building 1 like a gust of wind. She seemed to be bound by something and did not step out of the door.

She looked very anxious, and her eyes were full of concern when she looked at Jiao Tailang.

"Sister Qing!" Jiao Tailang's eyes lit up. Just now he was still worried whether the changes in the copy would cause harm to Sister Qing.

He ran over in a few steps, "Sister Qing." He said anxiously, "What's going on?"

Weng Qing pulled him inside, and seemed to be more nervous than him, "Don't stand outside stupidly." Weng Qing said quickly, "Come in first."

Weng Qing didn't pull Jiao Tailang the first time, and the second time, Jiao Tailang followed her into Building 1 after confirming Sister Qing's eyes.

"Taro, I remember, I remember everything." Weng Qing looked at him, and the fear in her eyes almost melted into substance: "It was a terrible guy who created us. He lives in"

"Building 3, Room 808."

"That's right, and he has no name. His name is taboo here. He calls himself Nothing. Everyone has awakened, they are all awake!"

Jiao Tailang looked at Weng Qing's nervous eyes and couldn't help but be moved. He naturally knew who Weng Qing was talking about.

It's a ghost.

It's a new ghost story derived from the killed people.

It's similar to Liu Guo who was solved by Sister Qing.

"Don't go out, you will die if you go out!" Weng Qing grabbed Jiao Tailang's hand and said earnestly: "Just stay in my house and don't go anywhere. In my house, they can't come in, and I won't let them hurt you!"

"Thank you, sister Qing." Jiao Tailang shook his head and said in an unquestionable tone: "I must find other people."

After persuading him several times, Jiao Tailang reached out and hugged Weng Qing, "Please take care of yourself." After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the door.

He was going to room 808. If he could find Hao Shuai and the others on the way, it would be the best. If not, he would give the painting to Lin Chen himself.

Awakening the kindness she once created when she was in the past.

But the next second, a voice sounded in his ears, "Taro." It was Weng Qing's voice, "Forgive me, I can't watch you go to die!"

Then, Jiao Tailang felt his body lighten, and then he was carried on Weng Qing's shoulders and ran upstairs.

"Taro, I won't hurt you. Even if you go, you'll just die. No one can defeat him." Weng Qing completely ignored Taro's struggle. After all, in her eyes, human power is extremely small.

"Okay." In the end, Banana Wolf finally compromised, "Maybe you're right, but this thing was exchanged for my teammates' lives. I can keep it, but they need it."

Weng Qing's eyes lit up, "What do you want to do?"

"Hang this painting at the gate. If they are still alive, they will take it away." Banana Wolf said as he put the painting into his backpack and handed it to Weng Qing, "Sister Qing, thank you."

Looking at Banana Wolf's confident eyes, Weng Qing nodded, "Don't worry, Taro."

The two returned all the way to the gate. With the bag in hand, Weng Qing was completely relieved. The importance of this painting to Banana Wolf was self-evident.

Although she didn't want to do this, especially seeing Banana Wolf's gradually dimming eyes, Weng Qing felt very uncomfortable.

But she knew that if she let Taro go, he would die.

"Talang." Weng Qing was interrupted by Jiao Tailang as soon as she opened her mouth, "Sister Qing, don't say anything, I know you are doing this for my own good."

Pinching her lips, Weng Qing nodded, then looked around and changed her tone and said, "Where should we hang the bag?"

"There." Jiao Tailang pointed to a place with his hand.

It was a little far from the two of them.

"Okay." Weng Qing nodded and walked towards there, although Weng Qing felt that Jiao Tailang was just seeking psychological comfort.

I'm afraid those people are dead now.

But she didn't point it out, she didn't want to see Tailang disappointed.

She secretly thought that after a while, she would find a chance to go out, and then come back to tell Taro that his companions survived because of the paintings he gave away.

Perhaps this way, he would feel better.

"Can I hang it here?" Weng Qing stood on tiptoe, trying to hang the bag higher and more conspicuous.

There was no sound behind him.

Weng Qing paused, and immediately turned back. There was no trace of Jiao Tailang behind him. About a few dozen meters away from the door, a figure was running towards Building 3.

The backpack was torn open, and it was empty.

Jiao Tailang ran desperately and did not dare to look back. He was worried that Sister Qing would catch him and was also worried about seeing Sister Qing's anxious and helpless face because she was worried about herself.

But the result was similar to what he thought. He just heard Sister Qing's cry.

Since not long ago, everything here has changed. All the living people have disappeared, and the whole world has become a feast for the dead.

And that building is Sister Qing's restriction, and she cannot leave.

Touching the painting in his pocket, Jiao Tailang's eyes became firm. Through his pocket, he could even feel the warmth of the painting.

"Wait for me." Jiao Tailang looked at Building No. 3 getting closer and closer, with light flowing in his eyes, "Hao Shuai, Jiang Fugui, you must hold on, we have to survive together!"

The next second, he jumped onto the stairs in front of Building No. 3.