After Xiao Lan and Luo joined the battle group, their hair that had been flamboyant and majestic gradually began to fall from left to right. The three of them joined forces to cut off their hair very fast, and the hairs, which had an overwhelming momentum in the air, gradually reduced the battle circle.

Xiao Lan held a dagger and shuttled through the hairline's attack.

After a month of special combat training, after being continuously beaten up, his reaction speed is now much faster than before.

At the moment when the hair hit, he accurately judged the target location of the opponent's attack.

Then Xiao Lan turned slightly sideways with ease, and the hair attack fell a few centimeters beside him as he expected. Taking advantage of the gap where the hair could not turn around, Xiao Lan swung out the blade and cut it directly.

During the battle, Xiao Lan discovered that these hairs were not the true nature of ghosts.

Because [this is a highly poisonous dagger], there is no effect trigger prompt, just like when attacking the clothes manipulated by the pregnant ghost.

Luo's black figure flashed like a ghost in the siege of his hair.

Every time the sharp claws are swung out, the hair will be cut off. don't know what kind of material his black sharp claws are. It's as vulnerable as normal hair.

The three were reaping the hair at great speed.

After a while, only a part of the shower near a booth was left, and it seemed that this was the source of these hairs.

The three slowly approached the shower, Wu Ting already had a flamethrower-like prop in his hand, but even with his feet, he knew that the power was definitely more than ordinary flamethrowers.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the thing manipulating the hair tried to close the hair to escape, and when fighting with the three, it also became a stance of fighting and retreating.

However, it has come, how can there be a reason to leave if you want?

Seeing that the opponent was trying to evacuate, Xiao Lan put away the dagger in his hand and suddenly grabbed the hair in front of him with his bare hands.

The strength of Xiao Lan's hand was so great that the thing on the other end of her hair was startled.

It suddenly increased its strength and wanted to pull the hair back from Xiao Lan's hand, but it was like a thousand wild boars were tug-of-war with it, and the strength of its grip was not loose at all.

Then, Xiao Lan tugged the hair in his hand and pulled it back, and tied it to the shower in the other compartment very quickly. Her hair was tied tightly to the shower.

Seeing this, Luo and Wu Ting also took the same action.

Soon, the pile of hair was weak, pitifully and helplessly tied to a nearby shower, unable to attack or break free. The bathroom now is like a pansi hole, but unfortunately there are no glamorous and enchanting female goblins, only a bunch of bad men with ruthless hearts and thick skin.

Wu Ting held a flamethrower and walked towards the shower where his hair was gushing out with a smile. If he ignored his red pants at the moment, it would be an oppressive move.

The next moment, the flamethrower in his hand spewed purple flames.

The flame spread at an extremely fast speed the moment it touched the hair, completely ignoring the wetness of the hair and the accumulation of water everywhere, and avoided the surrounding environment as if it could distinguish the target. The purple flame was very bright. Get those frizzy heads up in no time.

The smell of these burning hairs is extremely bizarre.

Different from the protein burning smell of ordinary hair, this is a smelly burnt smell, accompanied by dark green smoke when burning, which looks very unappetizing.

"what"

When the hair was burnt out, an angry scream came from the shower, and it was transmitted through the pipe, which seemed to have changed its tone, and the original voice line could no longer be heard.

The bathroom finally returned to silence.

Wu Ting found a black dress and put it on, and instantly she was that charming royal sister again.

He smiled and nodded to Xiao Lan and the two of them: "Thank you, I thought you were just newcomers to the intermediate field, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful. I underestimated you before."

Wu Ting fiddled with his long black curly hair: "Introduce myself again, my name is Wu Ting, and I am an intelligence dealer. As for women's clothing, this is just a little personal hobby."

Xiao Lan: "When you said there was a chance to cooperate earlier, you meant information?"

"Yes, I'm very optimistic about your talent. As a reward for helping, I can tell you a piece of news." Wu Ting raised his lips, "He Rui is also my colleague, but he is the kind of person who does all kinds of dirty work. , and he doesn't care too much about means when he completes the task, it seems that he is eyeing you this time."

Xiao Lan asked tentatively, "Do you know what his purpose is?"

Wu Ting's raised eyes glanced at Xiao Lan lightly, with a hint of mystery in his eyes: "Okay, it's considered an early investment to attract new customers."

His voice was very low: "As far as I know, a person with a great background recently issued a task of tracing people. Those who want to take the task must go to the designated place, and they have to go through layers of screening. It's mysterious."

"I have always only sold news, not my life, so I didn't participate. But when He Rui went, maybe you were the target of the mission, or maybe you were just an unlucky person who was affected."

After listening to Wu Ting's words, Xiao Lan was thoughtful, assuming that he was really the target of the mission, then what the hell is his father... what is the origin of him? Even after being missing for so long, he can still bring such attention.

Of course, he still prefers that he is just an unlucky person who has been affected.

Seeing Xiao Lanshao's expression, Wu Ting chuckled: "It seems that you don't know it yourself."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Indeed, I can only guess."

Wu Ting: "If you need to verify your guess, you are welcome to come to me. Of course, it will not be free this time."

As he said that, he handed Xiao Lan a pink mirror-shaped prop: "You can contact me at that time."

[Name: Jomo (sub-body)]

[Ability: establish contact with the subject holder, and the call process can be seen]

[Description: Is it an appointment? make an appointment! 】

Xiao Lan took the props: "..."

This description seems to be used for some kind of purpose, the virtue of coming to the world, the garbage game will end sooner or later.

After the conversation, the three checked the abnormality in the bathroom by the way.

After all, there was a new danger of death, indicating that something new must have happened here. The three carefully checked the past one by one, and finally reached the innermost one.

There was clearly a wall here before! There was an extra door open when everyone was unknowing.

After exchanging glances, Xiao Lan stepped forward and carefully opened the door.

The moment the door was opened, Xiao Lan clearly saw that there were many splattered blood droplets in the air. These blood droplets froze in the air as if they had been pressed to pause, like an ingenious and exquisite sculpture.

The moment the door was opened, the time in the compartment seemed to suddenly begin to flow, and the splashed blood droplets began to move along the original trajectory, covering the surrounding walls.

A large amount of blood was coming towards him, Xiao Lan reacted quickly and hurriedly closed the door of the compartment again, thus avoiding the end of being splashed all over his face.

The viscous blood slowly gushed out from the bottom of the compartment, and it was still mixed with pieces of flesh and blood that could not be identified.

After the sound of blood droplets stopped, Xiao Lan opened the door again.

This time, he clearly saw that in addition to the blood stains, there were two other clothes on the ground. He was also familiar with these two clothes. These were what the couple wore today, and he had seen them at the door of the laundry room before.

Wu Ting also saw: "It's them..."

Xiao Lan nodded.

Wu Ting stretched out his hand and played with his hair: "Although I understand that the danger has increased, I am vaguely happy, and what is the matter with such a little regret..."

Xiao Lan also silently agreed that although these two were annoying, he actually wanted to know what new content they had to quarrel with.

Although he was attacked just now, he still had to take a shower.

The three chose the adjacent compartment to take a bath. If the attacking thing dared to come, let it leave not a single hair left, and go back bald.

——

After taking a shower, Xiao Lan walked towards her cubicle.

It is now the third night, and the final danger is imminent. don't know whether it will be counted from the early morning of the fourth day, or it will not be opened until the last moment.

In any case, tonight's rest is particularly important, it is better to go to bed as soon as possible.

However, Xiao Lan saw someone at her door.

It was the only remaining resident - the cult.

I don't know if this person is neurotic or has a brain problem. Facing the disappearance of the people who lived with him one by one, he seemed to have no sense of crisis at all, still holding a broken god statue all day long.

It seems that in his heart, only when all mankind perishes can it conform to the will of that God.

I don't know which God of Chung-two came out of the corner, but the wish is so traditional.

I saw the cultist holding a god statue and chanting words to Xiao Lan's door: "Punish him! Punish this sinner who is disrespectful to your agent, and let him sink into despair forever!"

Cultists are engrossed in their prayers.

At this moment, his heart was already filled with the imagining of that hateful neighbor being punished by God.

I hope God can set them on fire, hang them up and torture them, so that they can no longer offend themselves.

"Cough." A voice sounded above his head.

In a trance, the cultist thought he felt the oracle, and he raised his head in surprise, but met the face he least wanted to face - his rough and savage neighbor.

Damn, what are you?

He looked at the closed door, and then at the face above his head.

Oh ho, it's over.

Xiao Lan skillfully beat this guy up and asked him to review what it means to be beaten by a social person. The idol in the hands of the cultist rolled aside while being beaten, and Luo picked it up and handed it to Xiao Lan.

Looking at this statue, Xiao Lan remembered the one that was destroyed in Liudao Hot Springs before, which brought him a lot of poverty value.

Both are gods, and looking at his precious posture, this isn't too much of a difference, right?

Xiao Lan pinched the statue and squeezed hard under the gaze of the cultists, "You are ruthless, you are cruel, you are unreasonable to make trouble."

"Destroy the props, the poverty value increases by 0.002 million, Xiao Lan is so poor that he has lost his dream"

Xiao Lan: "..."

This thing is simply the shame of the idol! Stall the goods!

Looking at the accusing cultist next to him, Xiao Lan sent him another round of beatings from the society without saying a word.

——

Xiao Lan went to bed early, and Luo still perfectly acted as his emotionless pillow.

late at night.

The familiar footsteps sounded outside the door.

This time, there seemed to be more people. Xiao Lan was awakened for a moment, and found that the situation was no different from before. He changed his position and planned to continue his sleep.

But this time things outside were not as peaceful as before.

It was as if the buzzing of many people talking at the same time sounded, and the voices were intertwined, and the content of the conversation was completely inaudible under the interference of each other.

At this moment, there is always a sudden emergence of unwilling to be lonely.

"You stinky man with no taste! I'm breaking up with you!"

"Why do I have no taste, I'm not wearing pink boxers!"

"Why did you eat garlic before going to bed last night, it smells like garlic even if you die!"

"Isn't that because you ate stinky tofu first?!"

"I fuck #!@&!"

"Fuck you @#%&*!!"

The high-pitched and loud quarrel came through the useless door panel, and it was still a familiar content and a familiar formula.

Xiao Lan covered her head with a pillow.

Damn, aren't you dead? !