Soul of Negary

"Who are you?" After entering the hotel, several people gathered around with weapons, and two or three of them even had firearms.

"It's a search team." Chang Xia didn't panic, and there was no need to panic, and said indifferently: "We were entrusted to find a survivor in the seventh district and ensure her safety, that's all."

Those people looked at Chang Xia Fangze and others carefully before letting go of their vigilance and said, "The second floor is our site. If there is nothing to do, please don't approach the second floor. We don't want any conflict."

Then those people retreated to the second floor, ignoring Fang Ze and others.

"Those two people were supposed to be catching fast, but unfortunately..." Chang Xia didn't say what it was a pity.

It is reasonable to say that they should maintain order in the event of a disaster, but now that they have even been abandoned by the government, it is not bad to be able to protect their own people.

"Does this hotel look good?" The eight people went straight to the third floor through the stairs, and all the items were neatly placed, as if someone was cleaning the hotel all the time during the disaster.

In the dim corridor, several people were holding flashlights, carefully observing the surrounding environment, stepping on the furry carpet, and being alert to the germs that were likely to attack suddenly.

Xiao Bafu saw a painting hanging next to the corridor, and he carefully tapped it with a dagger. One side seemed to be loose, and the corner of the painting slipped off.

"It's all checked, and there's no problem." Several people reported on the inspection on the third floor. After finding that there was no problem, they chose two adjacent double rooms to live in and arranged for a night watch.

Only no one noticed that the painting, which had slipped to one side, seemed to be straightened by an invisible hand and then fixed again.

At eight or nine in the evening, another group of people came to the hotel.

This hotel seems to have a kind of magic power. When people come here and feel tired and look for a place to rest, they will automatically set their eyes on this hotel.

Perhaps because of the influence of his long-term life, he should stay in a hotel when he is out of town, or perhaps in a messy environment.

Everything in the room has been checked, and they are all authentic items, not disguised by germs. There are two double rooms. One is Zhang Zijie, Xiao Bafu, Traffic Jam, Zhang Wei, and the other is Chang Xia, Fang Ze, Liu Ya, A Qi.

Zhang Zijie, who was lying on the bed, seemed to dream of something bad in his sleep. He was tossing and turning all the time. The reason why he obtained the authority to sink in the ground was precisely because he had also encountered this kind of disaster. Now lying in bed, he has The same feeling, as if I was about to sink.

The traffic jam and Zhang Wei quietly guarding the night, the two of them are also very tired, and they have been dealing with those mimetic germs this afternoon.

"I'm going to smoke a cigarette." The traffic paralyzed and Zhang Wei exchanged a low voice, then came to the corridor, lit a cigarette, his mind was a little clearer, and he was about to turn back, when he felt that his feet were empty, and the ground turned into black mud. Packages, a unique frequency appeared, all the fluctuations in the power of traffic paralysis came to an end.

The ground slowly returned to calm, the fluffy carpet was covered again, the ground suddenly raised the appearance of a hand, the power of disaster was continuously released on it, destroying the black matter, but there was more black matter surging. Come over, the unique frequency restricts the fluctuation of the power of disaster, and finally the hand is pulled back to the floor, and everything is silent.

Zhang Wei stood in the room and felt that something was wrong. It was too long to go out for a cigarette after the traffic was paralyzed. He was about to wake up the two sleeping people to go out to search, when he saw the ground wriggling, and several pitch-black tentacles would He binds them, binds their mouths, noses, hands and feet,

Don't let him make too much noise.

The power of disaster poured out and smashed the tentacles, but it did not cause much damage. These tentacles also seemed to have certain material properties of the power of disaster, and the power of disaster reduced their destructive power a lot.

What is even more frightening is that all the fluctuations of the power of disaster have been restrained. If they had been trained in the past, they were very sensitive to the fluctuations of the power of disaster. As long as there was a slight fluctuation, they would immediately wake up from their sleep. .

However, those pitch-black tentacles functioned similarly to the Disaster Power Condenser, which could cover up the fluctuations of the Disaster Power.

This can only be said that the middle and upper classes died, they leaked some research data to Negri in exchange for benefits. Among them, the power of disaster induction technology and the power of disaster material forging technology were used by Negri to make up for it. Complete enlightenment.

The subsequent Calamity Power Stabilization Technology, that is, the technology to create the Calamity Force Condenser, Negri did not give up either. The technology of hiding his own Calamity Force fluctuations is still very useful.

Zhang Wei struggled with all his strength and tried to make some movement, but it didn't work. He was also pulled to the ground and disappeared.

Then the two beds in the room began to sink slowly, the foot of the bed sank into the ground, the two people got closer and closer to the ground, and then several tentacles slowly approached the two people, then covered their mouths and bodies, together with the big bed pulled closer to the ground.

Only Zhang Zijie was slightly aware of it because of his similar authority, but when he woke up, it was too late. He was already caught by several tentacles and pulled into the ground.

In the other room, Fang Ze and Liu Ya were guarding the night. Fang Ze frowned. This quiet night made him feel more and more wrong.

"I'll go next door to see the situation. Be careful yourself." Fang Ze whispered, then opened the door and walked to the side. In the dark corridor, Fang Ze's vision was not affected. comprehensive.

He glanced at the corridor strangely, and always felt that something was wrong. He stood next door and knocked gently on the door. After waiting for a while, no one opened the door. Blast the door into shards and see an empty room.

The secret passage was not good, so he rushed towards his room and slammed the door open, but he saw that it was not a room, but a dark piece of meat.

Fang Ze's power of disaster bombarded the meat, and the scene where everything in his imagination turned into pieces did not happen. The black meat was mutilated, but it was not completely destroyed, and it quickly recovered under the squirming. as is.

The entire hotel began to wriggle, the corridors were deformed and twisted, and the things in it were chaotic. Countless tentacles stretched out from various places and spread towards Fang Ze.

The power of disaster surged out of Fang Ze's body frantically. Those black tentacles were all turned into pieces, smoked, and then engulfed by black matter, the entire corridor became less and less.

"Is the entire hotel a germ creature?" Fang Ze's face was ugly, and he roughly recalled his previous position. The force of disaster blasted to one side, cleared a path, and jumped out of the hotel. ...