Chapter 722: An Unexpected Situation, Teammates Lost Contact! (Thanks to the Leader of the Alliance ‘Jade-Faced Little Cool Overlord’)

Dark night, heavy rain.

Zhang Yangqing's consciousness gradually awakened from the deep darkness. The first thing that came into his mind was a pungent smell of soil, wet and heavy, and seemed to be mixed with the smell of decay and death.

He tried to open his eyes, but found that he was tightly wrapped in thick soil, and it was pitch black all around. Some rain penetrated through the cracks in the soil, and these raindrops dripped on his face, as if to wake him up from his deep sleep quickly.

Feeling this, Zhang Yangqing couldn't help but curse in his heart, thinking: What kind of a ghost start is this, I won't be buried in the soil, right?

He struggled and used both hands to dig the soil off his body.

Here, he already felt something was wrong, because his body was very stiff and he couldn't feel the spiritual energy.

The soil was slippery and heavy, and every time he dug a little, he consumed a lot of his strength.

His nails scratched a trace in the soil, and along with the sound of the soil being pulled away, a stronger smell of soil came to his nose, almost suffocating him.

Finally, his head broke through the ground, and the heavy rain instantly washed his muddy face.

He took a deep breath, trying to relieve the disgusting smell of mud, but he inhaled more rain and cold air, which made him shiver.

"It's really eight-star difficulty, so fierce right from the start."

While complaining, Zhang Yangqing began to look around, only to see a dark place, heavy rain pouring down, washing the surrounding land, but it couldn't wash away the confusion in his heart.

He tried to stand up, but found that his body was abnormally cold, as if he had no vitality.

He touched his face, and the touch was strange and stiff, as if this body was no longer his original body.

An inexplicable sense of fear arose spontaneously, which was very strange.

Because the fear in the body was not his, but the fear of this body itself.

This body seemed to be afraid of something, and he didn't know who buried him here.

But the priority now should be to leave first, otherwise the heavy rain might soak the body.

Zhang Yangqing struggled to stand up, but stumbled and almost fell to the ground. It took a lot of effort to stand up.

The heavy rain continued to wash his body, washing away the mud bit by bit, revealing his pale and stiff skin.

Like most of the Chosen Ones, Zhang Yangqing wondered if he had returned to life.

But he didn't have time to check his physical condition. On this rainy night, he felt his body getting heavier and heavier.

"We have to find a place to hide from the rain first."

Zhang Yangqing soon knew what he had to do. If he didn't leave now, he would be waiting to die.

He wiped the rain off his face with his hand, and then put his hand on his forehead to block the rain. Zhang Yangqing finally saw a faint light in front of him, like a street lamp on the side of the road.

The rest of the surroundings were dark. It was obvious that the direction of the street lamp was the way forward.

Zhang Yangqing walked unsteadily, and the mud pits under his feet seemed to be bottomless pits, swallowing his strength and hope.

The heavy rain washed his body mercilessly, and every drop of rain seemed to carry a cold chill, penetrating into his skin, making him feel heavier and heavier.

The most annoying thing was that there were potholes on the road nearby. If you accidentally stepped into a pothole, you would have to work hard to get up.

Zhang Yangqing reacted quickly and moved his front legs to avoid the potholes.

He gritted his teeth and insisted on moving forward, because he knew that stopping meant giving up, and giving up meant death.

After walking in the rain for a while, Zhang Yangqing's body was so cold that it was almost numb, and every nerve was transmitting the message of death.

His consciousness also began to become blurred, and the scene in front of him was sometimes clear and sometimes dreamy, as if he was in a weird dream.

Looking at the street lamps next to him, he felt that the street lamps had an ugly face, constantly swaying, and smiling at him.

In the dark world around him, there was also a creepy laugh, as if a bunch of people were laughing at his embarrassment.

Just when he was almost unable to hold on, he finally saw a building in front of him.

Without thinking too much, he hid under the eaves of the building.

After walking up three steps, the rain finally stopped washing his body.

Zhang Yangqing's body was exhausted to the extreme, and he could hardly hold on any longer.

He just wanted to sit down and rest, even if it was just a moment of breathing.

But at this moment, he felt a vibration in the pocket of his thigh.

Zhang Yangqing guessed that it might be the phone ringing, but he didn't have much strength now.

After waiting for about half a minute, he picked up the phone and saw that the note on the number was Jones. He answered the phone and didn't even have time to complain about the waterproof function of this phone.

This is why Jones could hear Zhang Yangqing's heavy breathing and the sound of heavy rain when he answered the phone.

"Hey, Master Zhang, where are you now? Why do I hear it raining over there, and why are you breathing so heavily?"

Jones' voice came from the other end of the phone.

After a while, Zhang Yangqing spoke.

"I was buried in the soil when I woke up. Now I have found a place to shelter from the rain. I seem to have some problems with my body. I am recovering my strength. Please tell me what is going on there first."

The most important thing now is intelligence. Zhang Yangqing also wants to know what Jones encountered.

Jones told him everything he saw.

When Jones confirmed that it was not raining over there, Zhang Yangqing felt a little strange.

Are they not in the same place?

Is this ghost story to let them find a way to meet up?

After all, Jones's identity is a doctor, and there is no identity hint on his side.

In other words, all the chosen ones who wake up on rainy nights have no identity.

"Master Zhang, what should I do now?"

Jones did not leave his clinic without permission, he felt that it seemed more dangerous outside.

And he did not dare to get close to the window, for fear that the scary guy outside the window would catch him out.

"Since you feel the resentful eyes outside the window, if you are not sure whether the things outside the window are dangerous to you, you'd better confirm your floor first, and then close the window. If you are not sure, just close it directly, and never stick your head out."

After taking a breath, Zhang Yangqing continued to analyze.

"My situation is not very good, but there are no hostile creatures to me. You have weapons in your hands, which proves that your side is very dangerous. Try to find the rules first, and then wait. I'm going to hang up first. Something happened here!" Soon, Jones's phone was beeping, and Zhang Yangqing had hung up the phone. Jones was a little confused. Why didn't Zhang Tianshi finish his words? Then what? What should he do next! He wanted to call him, but Zhang Yangqing said that something happened there, and he was worried that calling him would delay things, so he didn't call Zhang Yangqing. At first, Jones was really panicked. After all, in this scary hospital at night, there were some ominous things around, and there was no Zhang Yangqing around. The joy of getting a team opportunity and the uneasiness of Zhang Yangqing not being around, a sense of gap arose spontaneously. In addition, his condition was not very good, and Jones began to panic for a while, and he actually forgot what he was going to do, which made the audience outside the big screen start to worry. After being anxious for a few minutes in the clinic, Jones's breathing began to slowly become stable. After all, he was a chosen one who had passed the level several times, and he knew that not being calm at this time would be tantamount to death.

"Master Zhang asked me to find the rules quickly, so I have to act."

Thinking of this, Jones first followed Zhang Yangqing's instructions and came to the window.

As he moved, the red candle in the corner began to sway, and Jones's shadow in the room began to shake irregularly again, like a twisted monster.

Jones actually saw his own shadow in the corner of his eyes, but tried not to look at it because he was also a little afraid of his own shadow.

In this gloomy and terrifying window, Jones also made the most of the tools in his hands.

He first blocked himself with a saw, and then used his other hand to pry open the curtains with an axe to see which floor he was on.

It was also pitch black outside the window, and he could see some buildings nearby.

These buildings also had no light, so Jones couldn't judge his exact location.

So he thought of throwing something down and judging his height by the sound of the object falling to the ground.

After looking around, it seemed that there was nothing to throw. He couldn't just throw the weapon in his hand.

Then Jones had an idea and looked at the stool he had just sat on.

He sawed a corner of the stool with a saw and held the small square wooden block in his hand.

Jones stood at the window and threw it out. The wooden block drew a short arc in the air and then disappeared into the darkness.

Jones held his breath and waited for the decisive sound.

Not long after, a dull collision sound came. It was the sound of the wooden block falling to the ground, echoing in the silent night sky, which was particularly harsh.

Judging from the time of landing, it should be around the fifth or sixth floor.

"So high? Who was the black shadow outside just now?"

Thinking of this, Jones felt a chill on his back.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a strange crawling sound from below.

The sound was weak at first, as if it came from the distant underground, but it soon became clearer and closer.

Jones' heart suddenly tightened. He felt an inexplicable fear rising from the soles of his feet, quickly spreading to his whole body, making every hair on his body stand up.

The crawling sound was like the claws of a four-legged animal scratching the ground. They were fast and hurried, as if looking for prey.

Each sound seemed to hit Jones' heart directly, making his scalp numb and creepy.

Various terrible pictures emerged in his mind. The more he imagined those things in the dark, the more scared he felt, and his heartbeat began to accelerate.

Jones could no longer bear this terrifying atmosphere. He wanted to close the window to isolate the weird crawling sound outside the window.

But even though he was very careful, the dilapidated window still made a "creaking" sound.

In an instant, Jones realized that there seemed to be many pairs of eyes staring at him from below, staring at him in the dark, and there was a feeling of "finally finding prey".

Since he was discovered, Jones endured the numbness of his body, suddenly closed the window and pulled up the curtains.

However, even though the window was closed, the terrifying sound still seemed to echo in his ears, making him feel uneasy.

He leaned against the wall, his limbs trembling, his eyes full of fear.

Only those who have looked into the eyes of those strange creatures know how terrifying they are.

"Fuck, you just want to scare me. When Zhang Tianshi finds time to come, he will use golden light to save you in a minute."