Chapter 440 Locked
"Where are you going?" Song Yan shouted from behind, looking at Song Lan who was about to leave the warehouse. "Don't you like to steal your luck? Then you have to be prepared to bear the consequences!"
As she spoke, she summoned back the familiar, then waved her hand, summoned a glowing sphere, and attached it to the seven main organs of the old master. The old master flew into the air as if being pulled by a magic rope, and then flew to Song Lan's side, crashing into the metal door of the warehouse with a bang, and a mouthful of blood sprayed at Song Lan's feet. The latter was frightened to death.
Her heart began to clench, and now she wished she had listened to her mother's warning and stayed away from Song Yan. Her mother told her that Song Yan was in trouble and she should be careful, but she was so anxious to rob Song Yan of his luck, if she knew that Song Yan was so strong, she would not have poked the tiger. But in her desire to get a better role and life, with the greed of becoming Mrs. Fu, she forgot to use her brain, and now her life is in danger.
"Song Yan...you...you can't touch me." Song Lan didn't dare to underestimate the old man's pity. She was so scared that she rushed to the only window of the warehouse without thinking, but no matter how hard she tried to lift the window glass to leave here, the window seemed to be stuck. No matter what she did, she couldn't get out, and she couldn't move the glass by hitting it with her hands. In fact, the more she wanted to get out of the warehouse, the more she felt a force pushing her back. She was so anxious that she jumped around in one place like an ant on a hot pot.
Song Yan was amused by Song Lan's desperate attempt to get rid of her, and her smile became more sincere, but in the eyes of Song Lan, who knew that his life was hanging by a thread, it was a devilish smile. Come out of hell and pull her away with you.
Before entering the warehouse, Song Yan had set up a binding formation. Even if Song Lan put all her weight on the glass window, she couldn't get out. She could only break the glass window directly and was injured before she found herself back in the warehouse. It was like she was trapped in an infinite loop with no chance to get out of here.
After making sure that Song Lan couldn't leave, she turned her eyes to the old man groaning on the ground. She had been watching this man for a long time. Even in the dim light, she could see that the man was not bleeding red blood, but seemed to be bleeding a tar-like sticky substance, as if he was not a human being at all. Song Yan seemed to understand something, and a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes. He twisted his wrist, raised the sickle in his hand, and dropped it heavily. The sickle tore the old man's body in half. His eyeballs were spinning in his eye sockets, and his upper body began to move, but his lower body was still moving, and it seemed that there was still some feeling left.
The black tar splashed onto the floor like a pool of water. Song Lan, who was knocking on the window, heard the loud noise of the blade falling to the ground and turned around instinctively.
"Ahhh! You killed someone! You killed someone!" Song Lan screamed, looking at the bloody scene in front of her, her eyes widened in horror, her legs softened, but she immediately climbed up and retreated to the wall above the window. It was as if she was sure that as long as she stayed there, she could survive.
Some of the hot yellow stuff ran down her jumpsuit and formed a puddle under her jelly legs, but Song Lan didn't care.
She was so scared that the blood on her face seemed to have dried up, and her body was shaking like a kitten in the cold rain. She swallowed hard, looked at Song Yan, who was holding a sickle in his hand like an Asura looking for blood, and screamed, "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
Somehow, she stood up straight, and then slapped her hands on the window, wanting to leave this damn place. She was supposed to be the winner tonight, but how did she become the winner? Was she on the verge of death?
Finally, when she felt Song Yan approaching her, Song Lan took a few steps back in despair and rushed to the window. She was willing to shed a little blood if she could escape the clutches of the devil behind her.
With a bang, she threw herself at the window, the pain piercing her skin like fire, but the glass did break, she was free, this was the most important thing. Song Lan cried out inwardly, although her whole body felt like it was on fire, but she didn't mind, as long as she could escape from that hell, it was the most important thing to her.