Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

In the darkness of the night, Anita hurriedly put her feet into the black, smelly boots that had a strong foot smell.

Her feet were already bleeding. If she continued like this, she wouldn't be able to run far. This was no longer the time to act like a picky young lady.

At this moment Anita just wanted to survive.

She kept running with the help of the faint lights on the distant streets. Although she had a flashlight in her hand, she didn't dare to turn it on.

His left hand was tightly holding the Banchak amulet. Due to excessive tension, the metal material had cut a cut on the palm and blood splattered on the amulet, but unfortunately it did not trigger any mysterious changes.

Blood dripped onto the ground along with the rain. The blood was washed into the dilapidated drainage ditch nearby, and along with the water flow, it flowed to other places, which actually helped to mix up her breath.

Makes the enemy unrecognizable.

Otherwise, these bloodstains alone would provide a clear route for those chasing behind.

In the thick darkness of the night, you couldn't see what was happening 10 meters away when you looked up. There was only darkness. The surrounding environment was like a big black mouth waiting to choose someone to eat.

It was like a soul-devouring abyss, waiting for its prey to enter.

Anita could only run all the way, not daring to stop for a moment, no matter how dark the road ahead was!
She came out of the city and roughly determined the direction based on the shape of the trees she remembered during the day.

We were far away from the street, and the darkness was so dark that we could hardly see our front part.

Seeing the pursuers behind her being left far behind, and the strange feeling of being watched no longer reappeared, Anita carefully turned on the flashlight to identify the direction.

Then he quickly turned it off, blended his body into the night, and headed in the right direction.

She knew that she couldn't stay in this situation.

Running is the best option.

Normally, she is actually a little girl who is very afraid of the dark. Even when she goes to bed at night, she has to turn on the mini LED light to avoid complete darkness.

But at this moment, she knew that she had to run, only by running forward bravely, could she get rid of the strange monsters behind her, which were countless times more terrifying than the night, including those weird people.

Who are those people?

Why are they chasing me?

Why help that monster?

Anita had no idea. She just slept and everything suddenly became like this, without even giving her time to think and explore.

Normally she was just a good rich girl and had never imagined such a situation.

In my memory, my father always carried a black box, came back late at night, and was very mysterious.

She knew that the kind of people who pursued her had blood-red vertical lines between their eyebrows. She had seen them when she attended a party with her father.

And he also asked his father curiously.

But her father once told her that they belonged to the underworld, people on the edge of the law who should not be provoked, and that she should try not to have too much relationship or involvement with them and stay away from them as much as possible.

But now it seems that they are not like those social people, but rather like an evil organization, an organization that serves monsters.

"Why on earth would you do that?"

Anita ran with tears streaming down her face. She told herself not to cry, but she couldn't help it. She turned on the flashlight from time to time to change the direction of her escape, and then turned it off again. The night was too dark, and it was almost 10 o'clock in the evening.

The trees around her, baring their fangs and waving their claws in the dark, looked like deformed human beings, seemingly staring at her and mocking her.

It also seemed to be welcoming her on behalf of the night, like the god of death, waiting for her to give up.

Anita wished she could just lie on the ground and close her eyes, but when she thought of her father's previous instructions, she knew she couldn't let her father down and she had to live.

'Come on, Anita!'

With this belief in her heart, she forced herself to find the man selling fried bananas and rushed towards the market.

At this moment, Wu Heng was staying in the apartment room. The furniture in the bedroom was shabby and the walls were just rough cement.

He turned on the TV out of boredom. All the TV shows were about politics and terrorist attacks, which were very boring, and there were also some mythological stories mixed in.

什么天神又被人给揍了，又谈恋爱了，想吃什么圣餐了之类的故事，甚至还有神连食物都吃不上，饿肚子什么的特别乱七八糟的，连凡人都不如的故事。

To Wu Heng, these so-called gods, apart from the exaggerated descriptions of their abilities involving the universe, felt that the actual powers they displayed were simply weak.

"It's so boring." Wu Heng turned off the TV.

He could feel that Naoko had already arrived at the place he had assigned her and the plan was going on.

Dangdang Dangdang!
The time on the clock on the wall pointed to 10 o'clock in the evening, and Wu Heng suddenly felt that the air temperature in the room had dropped by five degrees.

The strange aura deep under the ground suddenly became stronger and continued to surge towards the entire apartment, like a gushing spring.

The whole apartment was instantly plunged into a very quiet atmosphere.

Those normal residents also seemed to feel uneasy, and they subconsciously closed the doors and windows and walked into the house.

Lini, who lives on the fourth floor at the moment, returned home and told her father why she stayed with Wu Heng, who was frying bananas, and why she helped him clean up the stall when she came back at night.

After listening to her, her father nodded calmly and warned her, "It's better to stay away from the people in this apartment. It's not good to be too close to them."

Faced with her father's warning, Lini was speechless. She needed friends and her father had always been interfering with her social life.

"Dad, I'm grown up now and I can judge for myself," she said.

"You haven't grown up yet, we are a family." The father's tone was light, but it was unquestionable.

The second son, Donnie, ate his pilaf and said with a smile, "My sister is almost the same age, and she has her own thoughts."

Faced with such words, my father frowned, but he didn't say anything else. He just smoked in silence.

It seemed a little cold, but the three children didn't care.

Their father has always been like this, and it seems that they find it difficult to feel the presence of fatherly love.

It seemed that since he and others were born, their parents had been very cold to them, and he always had a lot of things to do, so he always carried a black suitcase when he went out.

And they are never told what their specific job is, why they are always on business trips, and what they are responsible for when they are on business trips.

But even in this busy situation, my father was always very poor, barely able to make ends meet with three meals a day. The family was always hungry and could not have any extra food, so they were always in a state of not starving to death. (End of this chapter)