I have an escape guide

Chapter 70 Under the Darkness
Wang Hongbin's figure disappeared by the balcony.

Surprised, Mo Bing supported the wall with one hand, and tried to stand up, but he was still not stable, so he stumbled and walked over.

"Wang Hongbin!" Mo Bing yelled loudly.

This was the first time that he could see a wave in his eyes. He knew very well what was outside, and he also knew what he and Wang Hongbin were.

He may not necessarily die, but there is a great possibility that he will stay here forever, and enjoy the torment from hell with the group of ghosts.

Wang Hongbin may be the only remaining of his kind in this world. Of course, their existence is not a good thing for human beings.

Mo Bing's mood at the moment is a bit complicated.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out and climbed onto the edge of the balcony, with bulging veins, it was tightly grasping the edge of the railing.

"Don't be so loud, I haven't gone down yet, I can hear you." Wang Hongbin's tone sounded quite relaxed, with his usual disdain, as if he didn't take it to heart.

Mo Bing leaned against the railing and looked down.

Seeing that Wang Hongbin was wrapped up in black threads, and West Asia was still pulling him under him, the darkness at the bottom surged, and each one stretched out their hands, as if they were welcoming their new friends, it was a new scene Killing feast.

A layer of skin on Wang Hongbin's face was torn by West Asia, revealing the inner appearance. Like Mo Bing, there was no human flesh and blood, only endless malice and darkness.

Originally, his face was taken by him by killing the real Wang Hongbin. As he said, this face would be more convenient for human society activities.

Mo Bing stretched out his only remaining hand, and said to Wang Hongbin, "Give me your hand, and I will pull you up."

Wang Hongbin's other hand was actually bound by a black thread, he struggled to break free, and then wanted to grab Mo Bing.

Faintly, I could hear West Asia's harsh words: "Die with me!"

Wang Hongbin paused halfway, and the blackness in his eye sockets was fading away, revealing his original eyes, the pupils were constantly dilated, as if he had been hurt.

Mo Bing was startled: "You?"

"Fuck! Damn it, you want to die with me?" Wang Hongbin smiled contemptuously, and said, "Then try it."

"Wang Hongbin, give me your hand." Mo Bing said in a deep voice.

Wang Hongbin looked indifferent, he said: "By the way, I found out that Lin Yangfei, he seems... Forget it, you should have found out too."

"Give me your hand!" Mo Bing tried to stretch out his hand, half of his body was lying outside the railing, but Wang Hongbin's other hand was delayed.

"Perhaps, you will be the hope of our existence, Mo Bing, you are special." Wang Hongbin's tone was relaxed. As soon as he finished speaking, his hand that was firmly grasping the railing was released.

"Wang Hongbin!" Mo Bing wanted to catch him, but he was still a step too late, Wang Hongbin's body was falling crazily.

"I'll come back to you, before that..." Wang Hongbin was surrounded by the darkness below, as if he had fallen into the sea, the darkness gradually engulfed him, and all the hands grabbed him, on top of the bones , All of them were ghosts who could not be reborn. Wang Hongbin's remaining words were swallowed up by the ghosts, and together with Xia, they disappeared outside the villa.

The blood-red moon is still shining quietly, this endless hell will be lively tonight.

"Wang Hongbin!" Mo Bing shouted again.

This time, no one responded to him.

A sense of discomfort came, and Mo Bing clutched his chest, and vomited to the side with a "vomit", vomited out a pool of black turbid liquid, and there were still a few black threads in it that were alive and kicking. The thread was reduced to ashes.

Perhaps, this long night will pass like this, seemingly calm, noisy, weird, and normal.

Mo Bing leaned against the balcony railing, sitting quietly, black liquid continuously gathered on his right shoulder, and finally, a new arm grew again.

He tried to call Wang Hongbin's name again, but still got no response.

Sometimes, I feel that time has passed so long, why the pain is not over yet, and sometimes, I feel that time is passing too fast, why there is no time to be happy.

In the large guest room, Chen Donghui was lying on the floor, the ax was stuck in the wall, and the room was in a mess. He Yingyue was tied up, fell to the ground, and lost consciousness, and Wang Yishu was sleeping on the bed, as if doing a long, long In the dream, he met a man named Lin Yangfei.

Lin Yangfei fell in front of the window. There was a cloud of black mist from the wound on his abdomen, which slowly dissipated in the air, and he could see that his wound had healed.

Mo Bing turned in from the window, squatted down and checked Lin Yangfei's wound. Fortunately, Wang Hongbin took care of it and connected his severed blood vessels and organs, otherwise he would continue to bleed until he died.

Mo Bing checked the other states one by one, and found that they were all still alive, even Wang Yishu, who had been controlled by West Asia for so long, was fine.

In the whole villa, apart from Mrs. Max and the housekeeper, and one Boer who stayed voluntarily, and Xia fell into hell, everyone else was in Mo Bing's body.

They've all been stuck here for 30 years, and it can only be resolved by taking their spirit bodies out of this space.

Perhaps this will unravel this spatial chaos.

Mo Bing sat down against the wall, he suddenly felt a little tired and needed to take a good rest.

No, everyone needs a good rest.

……

At seven o'clock in the morning, the lights come on on time.

Lin Yangfei was awakened by the light, and he felt a tingling pain in his abdomen as soon as he moved, and he woke up suddenly from the pain.

He opened his eyes and sat up, looked at his abdomen, the blood had been stopped, and there were rough traces of treatment, except for the pain when the abdomen was pulled by movements, there were basically no other problems, after confirming that he was fine, he He raised his head and looked around.

The first time he saw Mo Bing, he thought something had happened to Mo Bing, so he hurried over to have a look, only to find that he was simply asleep.

There are Wang Yishu and He Yingyue in the rest of the room.

He saw that He Yingyue was tightly tied up, and the scene of last night came to his mind, and he suddenly remembered what happened last night.

West Asia!

By the way, what about Sia?

Lin Yangfei searched for half a circle, but he didn't see the puppet of West Asia. Could it be that West Asia was solved by Mo Bing last night?
Lin Yangfei saw Wang Yishu lying on the bed, and Lin Yangfei tried to wake him up: "Wang Yishu? Wake up, Wang Yishu?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Yishu didn't wake up, but He Yingyue did.

She sat up from the ground and had a headache for a while, but she couldn't remember the matter again. When she woke up completely, she realized that she was tied with a rope.

He Yingyue looked at Lin Yangfei who was sitting by the bed, and said, "Damn it, Lin Yangfei, who tied me up, let me know that I can't spare him! Is that kid Wang Hongbin taking revenge?"

"That's not true." Lin Yangfei scratched his head.

He Yingyue: "Oh? Who is that?"

"it's me."

(End of this chapter)