All that was left was a pool of blood.
When he turned around, a bloody face was already stuck to the back of his head.
Xiaocheng was stunned for a moment, then turned around and fired decisively.
The power of the shotgun swept Kong Yu out, but as he flew out, Kong Yu quickly grabbed Xiaocheng's throat with one hand.
Kong Yu hit the wall, a bloody hole was punched in his chest, and blood splattered on the wall. Xiao Cheng took a few steps back and half-knelt on the ground.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but spat out a mouthful of blood.
Just this one grab crushed his larynx.
Enduring the pain in his throat, Xiaocheng raised his head and looked at Kong Yu, who was acting as if nothing had happened, and slowly raised his head.
He grinned and gave Xiaocheng a strange smile, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Just as he was about to take two steps forward, Xiaocheng shot him in the head.
The shotgun sprayed out countless steel balls, smashing Kong Yu's head into pieces.
At this moment, Kong Yu fell to the ground.
Xiaocheng gasped and coughed up mouthfuls of blood.
"Ding! Player Yi Nian Qing Cheng has reached the plot death point, please pay attention! Please pay attention!"
The game's warning sound continued to sound, and it became more urgent.
Before Xiaocheng could react, the ceiling above his head suddenly collapsed, and pieces of foam steel plates fell down, raising a lot of smoke and dust.
Xiaocheng held his head and looked at the foam steel plates scattered around, thinking something in his heart.
Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
All I saw was a pitch-black area with dense black hair standing up and blood dripping down the hair. Each head was like a flower bud, hidden in the black hair.
Countless heads creaked and twisted little by little, revealing pale dead faces. Their dead fish-like eyes stared at Xiaocheng with a horrified smile.
Blood dripped down his face, and Xiaocheng looked at the ceiling, seeing an extremely terrifying scene.
Then he roared hoarsely and raised the shotgun in his hand, intending to smash those countless heads into pieces.
Before he pulled the trigger, dense black hair extended down and wrapped around Xiaocheng's whole body.
As the black hair receded, Xiaocheng's body stood there, his palm loosened, the shotgun dropped to the ground, and he twitched instinctively.
His head was gone, and blood was gushing out of the broken neck.
The headless body fell to the ground, and among the dense black hair, a new head emerged, revealing a dead face. It was Xiaocheng's...
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