It was at this moment.

A cold wind that came from nowhere blew across the room.

The biting coldness spread in an instant.

It was like a huge ice reservoir opening, throwing Zhou Zhenguo and the others into it.

“So cold…”

Xiao Chu instinctively wanted to hold his arm.

This action brought about a feeling of numbness.

He was horrified to find that he had lost control of his arms!

Except for the expression on his face, he is still in a "free state", the rest of the body seems to be frozen.

Like an insect in amber.

"ah!"

Xiao Chu roared silently in his heart.

It's horror and anger!

Immediately afterwards, a warm current suddenly emerged from the chest and flowed to the limbs and bones.

Dispel the cold, numb feeling.

Regaining control of Xiao Chu's body.

Tang Luo consumed the power of merit to protect him and played his role.

The same is true for Zhou Zhenguo next to him.

The mental hospital has no protection and is consumed here.

"Riser?!"

Zhou Zhenguo roared and looked at the corridor on the other side.

There was a person standing on the upward steps and on the platform at the turning point.

Most of the body is hidden in darkness and shadows.

It makes people unable to see their appearance clearly, and they can barely judge by their body shape and body shape. They should be a man.

The cold wind was filled with the room, which just now came like a tide, suppressing Zhou Zhenguo and the others' difficulty in moving.

After the person appeared here, he retreated like a tide.

Retreat towards the man, as if he was reabsorbed into his body.

As soon as Zhou Zhenguo finished roaring, he felt a silver light flashing in the corner of his eyes.

The man standing on the turning platform of the stairs swayed the Buddha as if he had no weight and "floated" to the side.

Silver light passed by him.

Punching into the wall behind it, the tail kept trembling, making a metal trembling sound.

That was a table knife.

Before the trembling tail could stop, several silver lights flashed by.

The knife on the table next to him was thrown out one after another by Tang Luo.

The man's body moved like a ghost, looking like a feather, but his speed was extremely fast.

It gives people a strange sense of incongruousness of wanting to vomit blood.

He left the stairs.

This is a corridor with a ninety-degree turn.

Tang Luo and the others can still see the platform at the turning point.

But keep going up, it's outside the field of view.

The man disappeared from his sight, and a last silver light flashed by, and everything returned to peace.

Only the light above the head was still flashing.

Xiao Chu and Zhou Zhenguo stood there without moving.

The breath or some ability alone suppressed the two of them and could not move like quails.

Even if the other party retreats, how dare Xiao Chu and Zhou Zhenguo chase?

Not to mention, Zhou Zhenguo also used up the chains of imprisonment in advance.

Strength has been greatly reduced.

It is estimated that only Master Xuanzang has the ability to chase after him.

Tang Luo did not move, Zhou Zhenguo and Xiao Chu would never move.

"Master, was that Jack the Ripper just now?" Xiao Chu asked, almost covering his eyes with his right hand.

The lights and lights made him feel like he was almost blind.

Zhou Zhenguo walked to the switch on the side, pressed it twice, and unexpectedly returned to normal.

"no."

Tang Luo shook his head slightly.

"Master, are you so sure?" Zhou Zhenguo said.

"If it was Jack the Ripper, we should have completed the mission." Tang Luo said.

"Ah?" Xiao Chu and Zhou Zhenguo were not sure.

Tang Luo pointed to the hole in the opposite wall: "I hit him, he is dead."

Only then did Zhou Zhenguo discover that there was a hole at the corner between the wall and the ceiling.

That was the trace left by the last knife.

"I'll go and have a look."

Zhou Zhenguo still has this courage.

He walked quickly towards the stairs, and then a voice came: "It's Old John!"

At the junction of the stairs and the second floor, there is a corpse whose body was almost split in half.

"Xuanzang style" hit.

It is hard to imagine that this is a wound that a small table knife can cause.

The dining knife was nailed to the ceiling.

What's strange is that there is no blood flowing out of the corpse.

Zhou Zhenguo recognized it. They had just met in the morning and thought it was Old John who was not suspicious and had difficulty in legs and feet.

Squatting down, Zhou Zhenguo took off Old John's shoes.

The deformity of one foot is not known whether it is caused by congenital or acquired injury.

But it is certain that this is indeed a foot with limited mobility.

With such a foot dragging you down, how fast can you go?

But just now, Old John showed his ghostly action power.
Chapter completed!