The four members of the Nan family who had chased out with machetes in their hands were so frightened when they saw Nan Muran and Tank that they dared not move.
Today they heard from people in the building that last night, Nan Muran killed 24 security team members by herself. She was simply a devil crawling out of hell and must not be provoked.
Nan Muran glanced at the four of them indifferently, then pulled Tank upstairs.
There was a painful whimper from behind, followed by noisy cursing and dragging sounds.
It has been almost two months since the end of the world, and death has become the easiest punishment.
Back in the apartment, Nan Muran sat on the sofa for a long time. Is this result cruel to the old lady of the Nan family? Very cruel.
But she still did not hesitate or regret anything. Perhaps she had struggled too long in the last life, and had seen too much human nature deterioration and cannibalism, and her heart had long been frozen into ice that could not be melted.
I stood up and put all my things into the space. The entire penthouse was empty except for the basic furnishings.
He took a last look at the house he had lived in for a long time, locked the door, and headed straight to the twelfth floor with the tank.
The moment the door of the apartment on the twelfth floor was opened from the outside.
The four members of the Nan family, who were frightened and gradually going crazy, were all in panic after killing someone.
Until they saw Nan Muran appear in the living room.
"Nan Muran, what are you going to do?" Nan Muting looked at Nan Muran in front of her and had no other emotions except fear.
Nan Muran's gaze fell on the messy dining table behind them.
By this time, Old Lady Nan was already dead. Her frail body had been dismembered on the dining table. Her head was still there, her eyes were bloodshot and wide open, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
This arrogant old lady was brutally murdered by her most beloved descendant and died with her eyes open.
"Only one of you four can survive." Nan Muran looked at the four people from the Nan family standing there and spoke lightly.
She inexplicably wanted to know how inhumane these four people could be when facing their closest blood relatives.
"Nan Muran, are you crazy?" Aunt Nan yelled at Nan Muran.
Nan Muran looked at them calmly: "If you don't make a decision on your own, no one will survive when I take action."
"Nan Muran, you devil, why do you treat us like this?" Nan Muting was going crazy.
Nan Muran was too lazy to argue with her, her tone was as sharp as an ice blade: "Perhaps it is the hatred accumulated over several lifetimes. Now, the countdown begins: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6..."
The four members of the Nan family looked at each other and wanted to rush up together to kill the madman Nan Muran.
Nan Muran's way of answering their little thoughts was very direct. She took out a pistol and played with it in her hand, still counting down in her mouth.
"Time's up."
"You...uh..." As Nan Muran finished her words, the eldest aunt of the Nan family, who was about to curse Nan Muran, suddenly had a machete appear in her abdomen.
She looked at the blood gushing from the tip of the knife in disbelief, then looked at her husband with bloodshot eyes in front of her: "Why... why...?"
"I'm sorry, wife... I have to live." Nan Ping cried bitterly in front of the fallen aunt of the Nan family, as if he was not the one who killed her.
“Mom, Dad, are you crazy, you…” At the other end of the table, Nan Mufeng never had the chance to finish his words.
Because there was a same knife that pierced his body from behind, and it was his most beloved sister, Nan Muting.
Nan Muran was not surprised at all to see that Nanping and his daughter were the first to use the knife.
I originally thought that they were selfish and cruel to an outsider like me, but it turned out that they were just as inhumane when facing their blood relatives.
Nan Muran curled the corners of her lips and took a step back, giving the father and daughter enough space to fight each other.
Nan Muting and Nan Ping looked at each other and ran towards the bedroom closest to the restaurant tacitly.
However, they didn't expect that the moment the two of them got close, the bedroom door suddenly closed, not only hitting their noses, but also the sound of the door being locked from inside.
Such a strange scene made the two people terrified: "Ah... there is a ghost..."
"You are worse than beasts, and you are actually afraid of ghosts. Even ghosts will find it ridiculous." Nan Muran said in a mocking tone.
"I just said that only one can survive."
Nan Muting looked at Nan Muran in fear: "You are not Nan Muran, who are you?"
"I am an evil ghost, so you two, don't think you can escape." Nan Muran reminded her lightly.
Nan Muting didn't need to answer. Nan Ping, who saw the situation clearly, made the decision first. He pointed the knife in his hand at Nan Muting without hesitation.
Nan Muting almost jumped up, her whole body bursting with infinite potential: "Nanping, do you have a conscience? If I didn't take my body out to exchange things for you every day, would you be alive now?"
"I'm sorry, my girl. I want to live too." Nanping's tone was vicious. Although he still had a sad face, the crying look just now was completely gone.
"People like you don't deserve to live." Nan Muting snorted coldly while holding the knife.
Then the two of them started chasing each other around the huge dining table. They chased each other happily, and they didn't stop until they were out of breath.
Nan Muran, who was watching from the side and was really bored, moved her fingertips slightly, and Nan Ping, who was running in front, suddenly felt his calf go limp and fell face down.
Nan Muting, who was chasing him from behind, saw this scene and felt that her chance had come. She stepped forward without hesitation and stabbed him in the back with a knife.
Seeing the knife pierce into Nan Ping's right chest at the moment he turned over, Nan Muting smiled triumphantly, her laughter wild and unbridled.
After a moment, her smile froze on her face. She looked down and found that Nanping's knife was stuck in her abdomen at some point.
Nan Muran watched Nan Muting struggling to sit up, and even kindly helped her up: "Nan Muting, you really make people look at you with new eyes.
Don't worry, I will keep my word and I won't kill you."
"Ranran, save me, I need medicine..." Nan Muting wanted to grab Nan Muran's trouser leg, but failed.
Nan Muran sneered: "You should stay here, with your family, until you die."
After leaving the apartment building, Nan Muran on the boat just looked back indifferently, and she would never come back again.
It was already midnight when they arrived at the villa halfway up the mountain. As soon as Nan Muran stopped the car, the tank next to them started roaring wildly.
Within the range of the car lights, black figures appeared in the dark rainy night.
Bai Mei, who had been staring at the camera in the villa, changed her expression drastically: "Jiawu, Ranran is back."
Jiawu, who was loading his gun nearby, did not hesitate at all and went straight to the gate with his gun.
A dozen figures wandering back and forth in front of the villa were still wondering whether the villa existed or not, when they saw Nan Muran getting off an off-road vehicle not far away.
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