The Invincible Call of Rebirth in the End Times

Chapter 219 The Death of Que Feng (1)
There was a tearing pain in her head and scalp, Jin Ling grabbed the handle fiercely, tears kept streaming out of pain.

"Let go, let me go!" The more and more painful tearing caused Jin Ling to burst into tears, she couldn't even hold the handle, only two fingers were tightly clasped on the handle.

"Bitch, are you fucking trying to kill me!" The leading man pulled Jin Ling's long hair mercilessly, and the tearing became more and more intense as he cursed.

In addition to the smell of fish and sweat just now, the strong smell of blood gushed out again.

"Que Feng, I don't dare...don't dare anymore." A piercing pain came from the scalp, and Jin Ling hurriedly begged for mercy.

The man named Que Feng sneered coldly, put his face close to Jin Ling's ear, and said, "What? Big star, don't you look down on us stinky security guards? Now you still beg for mercy from stinky security guards? Even your x is fucked See our seed!" Que Feng pointed at Jin Ling's body, and laughed wildly.

As Que Feng said, the other three also laughed wantonly. Their eyes kept looking at Jin Ling. The hunger in their stomachs kept making them colic. Killing intent.

Jin Ling is not a fool, how can she not see through the murderous intent in these people's eyes, thinking about the scene of being eaten by ugly men like them, Jin Ling can't help but feel her scalp tingle and hair stand on her head.

Thinking of this, Jin Ling's originally calm body immediately struggled, now there was only a glimmer of life, she would rather turn into those ugly zombies than be eaten by these perverts.

Jin Ling's sudden struggle made Que Feng haggard too late. When he realized, Jin Ling had put two fingers together and had already grasped the handle with her entire right hand.

Joy flashed across his face, just about to use force...

Click!There was a crisp breaking sound suddenly.

"Ah!" The unbearable pain was like a bone-cutting heart, Jin Ling's painful face twisted, her eyes were bloodshot, bang!With a bang, Jin Ling's head slammed into the metal door with a shock!

Jin Ling felt severe pain in the back of her head and almost fainted.

Que Feng was holding a handful of long yellow hair in his hand at the moment, and at the back of Jin Ling's head, there was a blank space where blood gushed out continuously, which was shocking!

Taking this opportunity, Jin Ling pressed her hand down hard, and then pushed forward.

"You fucking don't want to live anymore!" Que Feng roared angrily, throwing himself to stop Jin Ling's move.

But, it's still too late! .

Click, the recording studio door made a clicking sound. Once the door was opened, without the sound insulation, the ear-piercing roar of zombies and the sound of bone cracking gnawed on the wreckage became clearer.

The hallway outside the recording room was quiet, as if a movement was heard, the sound of violent footsteps suddenly resounded.

Jin Ling looked at the empty corridor with a gray face.

Then he seemed to think of something, and rushed out of the recording studio in a daze.

"Damn it, come back to me!" Que Feng grinned grimly and grabbed Jin Ling's wrist, and pulled Jin Ling back who hadn't stepped out of the recording studio.

"Let go of me!" Jin Ling struggled and shouted.

"Be honest!" Que Feng covered Jin Ling's mouth with his filthy right hand, ignoring the latter's choking tears, and rudely fell to the computer desk beside him!

"What are you looking at, why don't you close the door!" Que Feng turned around and roared, waking up the other three people who were stupefied, and hastily locked the door of the recording studio.

Her slender waist hit the edge of the table, and Jin Ling kept rolling on it in pain.

Snapped!
A clear and loud applause directly stunned Jin Ling who was still rolling, her left cheek was reddened and swollen in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Que Feng rushing towards him, Jin Ling clenched her gums, her eyes resentful.

Que Feng threw himself directly on Jin Ling's body, his thick hands slashed five times five times, and quickly took off Jin Ling's tattered clothes.

"Is Lao Zhou hungry?" Que Feng suddenly turned around and asked.

Immediately, voices among the three echoed: "I'm going to starve to death!"

"Hehe, we'll have a big meal later." Que Feng put on a cold arc, licked Jin Ling's neck with his tongue, and said twice.

Jin Ling woke up suddenly, her pupils dilated, she forgot even the pain, and only despair remained in her heart.

At some point, the roar of zombies outside the recording room had gradually disappeared, but the few people inside the room didn't notice it.

Kuang!
A sudden sound woke up Mi Mi and the others, and they all turned their heads to look at the door.

At the entrance of the recording studio, a man with blood sprayed on his body was squatting on the ground with one knee. He seemed to be aware of the sight of several people, and the man slowly raised his head.

hiss!Everyone gasped, what kind of man is this?
I saw the man with a flat head, and those eagle-like eyes pierced into people's hearts immediately. His bronze complexion made him look more masculine, his bare arms were thick and his muscles were not scary, and he looked quite explosive.

Que Feng on the other side was also awakened by the sound, and turned his head suddenly. When he saw a man, his tense nerves finally eased.And Jin Ling, who was struggling painfully on the table beside her, also turned her head slowly. This was the only hope, and of course Jin Ling would not let it go.

"Help me! Just now, uh..."

Before Jin Ling could finish speaking, Que Feng on the side directly covered her mouth, and stared at Jin Ling fiercely with those cold eyes like a ghost.

"Let her go!" The man covered in blood slowly raised his head and shouted in a cold voice.

With deep eyes, Que Feng winked at the three bastard-looking young men on both sides.

"Let your mother go!" Lao Zhou immediately strode forward, and ruthlessly swept the man who was squatting on the ground!

Although everyone hadn't eaten for a few days, those who had been on the road for so many years were not the idiots Jin Ling imagined.

The man's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at the iron bar that was sweeping towards him. His pupils were expressionless and icy cold.

Just when Lao Zhou thought he could see the scene of the other party's brains splattering, he suddenly felt a chill in the back of his head, and then felt something wet pouring out of the back of his head.

Bang!
"Brother Zhou!" The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who was holding a stick suddenly called out, and the stick in his hand fell to the ground in fright.

I saw that the man who was called Brother Zhou by the boy was still maintaining the posture of hitting the man with a stick, but at this moment, his movements seemed to be frozen, motionless, and even his eyes were fixed on him. The man who looked like a cheetah in front of the door.

The surroundings were quiet, and the time seemed to be slowed down, even the breathing slowed down a lot.

There was a crisp cracking sound, and the back of Lao Zhou's head, facing away from everyone, was like a crack in an egg breaking out of the shell. It gradually elongated and spread from a young age, with cracks all over his head, and drops of red liquid flowed out.

(End of this chapter)