Chapter 1067: Gunsmoke and Beauty
The camera was looking through the overgrown weeds.
The young man was extremely cautious in every step he took. The taut muscles under his leather jacket and his almost silent advance made the air tense and dangerous.
The distance is getting closer.
The old white house gradually became clearer in sight.
There is a sign on the side of the house, covered with some unknown vines, but through the gaps between the green leaves, you can still see the English words "Biochemistry Laboratory".
The boy's steps suddenly stopped.
He quickly turned these words around in his mind, and then dangerous words like virus appeared.
Who knows if there will be a bacterial leak or something like that.
Rong Zan glanced at the open door, and his pupils reflected some chaotic and even bloody footprints.
An ominous premonition hung over his heart like a dark cloud, and he turned and left without hesitation.
However, after taking a few steps, a violent muffled sound was heard along with the vibration of the ground, as if a whole area of extremely lethal landmines had exploded underground. The convoy on the road swayed, and screams of terror came from the carriages that were packed with people.
The young man started running. He had a natural intuition about danger and didn't hesitate at all. However, not long after he ran, there was another loud and violent bang from the room behind him. He heard roars one after another in the sound, and was also thrown to the ground by the vibration.
With heat waves rising and falling behind him, he quickly turned over and lay down in the weeds, staring at the source of the danger.
The gate was dilapidated and dark, but deep inside it spread a deep red flame. He vaguely saw some hideous and struggling figures in the flames, and the howling sounds were drowned out by the billowing smoke and dust. Through the door, it was like looking into hell on earth.
The young man stared silently. After a long silence, he frowned slightly and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
Thick smoke billowed like piled dark clouds filling the stinking air.
But then the smoke moved and separated like gray silk along with a shadow.
The first thing he saw was a pair of feet.
Even the blood stain could not conceal the porcelain-white, cold skin that wrapped around the thin and delicate bones, extending all the way to the calves, covered by the white fabric.
The clothes were also stained with blood.
It was a simple white shirt that looked like it was made of good material, but it didn't fit her size and hung loosely on her shoulders, making her figure look even slimmer.
The blood flowed on the shirt, even sticking to the skin, and spreading to the slender neck.
The boy couldn't help but raise his head slightly.
Then I met a pair of cold eyes.
That is not coldness in the sense of emotion or personality, but an inorganic coldness that is unaware of the world, without perception and emotion.
But even so, this will not affect anyone's judgment at all.
She is beautiful, very beautiful.
Even though there was blood on her face, even though she was as cold as a robot, even though her whole body smelled like a corpse, it did not affect her beauty in the slightest.
The half-dry and half-wet black hair draped over the side of the face, outlining pale, delicate and extremely beautiful lines.
She had a typical oriental look, with a nose that wasn't too straight, eye sockets that weren't too deep, and lips of just the right thickness and curvature, as if God had spent countless years and painstaking effort to meticulously depict her appearance.
The bright red mole under her left eye was a drop of blood that fell from the finest white jade. The clear and transparent pure white appearance instantly became enchanting and vivid.
She walked out of the flames and smoke in a dishevel, as if she had walked out of a fantasy oil painting.
The mess and the blood are both art - if you can't smell the stench.
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