The heavy axe smashed his foot directly.
Blood oozed from his boots, leaving stains all over the ground.
"brute!"
"Open the door!"
The man outside the door kicked the door with his other foot in anger, venting his anger.
"Ah! My feet!"
The man turned pale with pain.
But he also knew that if he continued to stay here, he would only end up dead.
So he threw away the axe, stood up with his hands on the wall, and limped towards the stairwell.
Prepare to return to your home.
Fu Wenye's home is on the eleventh floor.
The man walked for about an hour before coming downstairs.
And his own home is on the 20th floor.
At this time, his body was already a little hypothermic.
The man looked up at the window of Fu Wenye's house, feeling very depressed.
"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have gone there..."
"Damn, it goes without saying that anyone who can survive until now must have some brains."
His voice became weaker and weaker.
But there's no use regretting.
The blood in the injured foot froze, and the whole leg seemed to be disabled.
Heavy.
He was on the first floor at this time.
Wanting to climb to the 20th floor by yourself is undoubtedly a pipe dream.
Feeling life slipping away.
The man sat on the steps and lit a cigarette depressedly.
Click, click.
I tried to light the lighter several times but failed.
The Autumn Harvest finally started.
But his eyes were also tightly closed.
The last breath escaped through the nose.
Dead.
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