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Chapter 114 He Doesn't Want to Leave

The series of explosions seemed to overturn the whole building. Lan Jing took off his coat and wrapped it around Mu Zixing's head, and then rushed out the door, only to be snapped back by the oncoming heat wave.

The corridor had become a sea of ​​flames, and the sound of explosions filled my ears, and the painted wooden doors on both sides were blown away from time to time.

Lan Jing cursed, took Mu Zixing back in, first fired two shots at the rusty windows, and then kicked them away.

He looked out with his head, and couldn't help but want to curse.

Every dormitory in this building has windows. If he is alone, he just needs to grab the windowsill of each floor and swing down one by one to return to the ground, but there is an extra Mu Zixing who has no mobility.

Jumping down with a person on your back is still on the eighth floor. Unless you have a unicorn arm or a superman in a movie, it is impossible.

There wasn't even a working rope in this wretched place.

Jumping off a building and falling into meatloaf is as miserable as being burned into black charcoal.

Lan Jing's thoughts changed, and he took off the only shirt left on his upper body, preparing to tie Mu Zixing to his back.

As soon as he thought about it, a gasoline bottle rolled from nowhere suddenly exploded beside him, and the glass shards flew in all directions. Lan Jing quickly pressed down the back of Mu Zixing's head and blocked him with his back.

"Hold!"

Lan Jing snorted, staggered half a step forward, picked up Mu Zixing, put him on his back, tied him up with his shirt, then kicked down the door panel, put his hands on his head and gritted his teeth, " Walk!"

A lot of glass shards stuck on his back, and under the weight of Mu Zixing, all of them penetrated deeper into his flesh. Lan Jing's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but his eyes were as cold as ice slag.

The current situation didn't give him time to hesitate. Relying on the experience forged from his many near-deaths in the past, he rushed to the left with Mu Zixing on his back.

Mu Zixing was already a little unconscious, he was coughing up blood, Lan Jing's shoulders were all covered, and he looked very creepy.

He was afraid that if he didn't take Mu Zixing out, the other party would have died here.

"You go... carry me on your back... it's too late... you go first."

Lan Jing's heart tightened when he heard Mu Zixing's angry voice, and cursed, "Fart, why don't I take you out, why am I working so hard to come up here?!"

Mu Zixing didn't have the strength to argue with him, his legs moved, Lan Jing hurriedly supported his sliding body, gritted his teeth, and said, "Don't move! If you make any more troubles, we will both die here!"

Lan Jing pushed forward against the door panel for a certain distance.

The staff dormitory of the steel factory is a double-row room with doors facing each other. There is a corridor in the middle, and there is only one side of the stairs going down.

Lan Jing finally rushed to the top of the stairs, but couldn't go down even one step.

The entire staircase was flooded with petrol and burning wooden boxes.

Lan Jing had to retreat again. He didn't know how long those who kidnapped Mu Zixing had been arranging in secret. This place seemed to be a melting pot, and the explosion and sea of ​​flames would soon engulf them.

It really doesn't leave a way out for people.

Lan Jing couldn't help feeling irritable, the gasoline in the air and the poisonous gas released by burning had already made him a little dizzy.

Really want to die.

Lan Jing kicked open the door of a closed dormitory, and hid in first with Mu Zixing. The high temperature around him burned his skin hot and red.

"Do you want to fall to death or burn to death?" Lan Jing asked Mu Zixing half-jokingly, panting for hot air.

He thought that Mu Zixing had fainted, but he didn't expect that more than ten seconds later, the man smiled and said in a weak voice, "Jump off the building, I'll be at the bottom, maybe I can make you live."

"What are you farting?" Lan Jing said coldly.

"This is the best way," Mu Zixing paused, feeling a little weak, before saying after a while, "I may not be able to survive if I go out, don't waste the opportunity."

"Fuck, shut up, don't think I won't dare to smack you if you're going to die!" Lan Jing pointed at him with his head tilted, and didn't want to move anymore, put down Mu Zixing, and sat down directly.

"Forget it, unless there is rescue, the two of us will be together tonight and explain everything here."

"I..." Mu Zixing sat in the corner wrapped in a blue coat, and he didn't know whether he was recovering or returning to the light. He was a little more energetic at the moment, and even lowered his eyes and smiled, and said in a low voice, "Actually, you don't have to." Come save me."

Lan Jing looked at him.

"People like me will die in a certain place sooner or later." Mu Zixing said in a slow voice with the sadness that Lan Jing once saw in his eyes, "It's good. If you close your eyes, you don't have to worry about anything." Think about it."

Lan Jing stared at him for a long time, then opened his legs and lowered his shoulders, which was a very relaxed posture.

Then Mu Zixing listened to him and said, "You're right, once you close your eyes, you will be relieved. I also feel tired from living, so it's good to die like this. You don't have to..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of glass being smashed suddenly appeared in the room opposite the door. Lan Jing stood up vigilantly holding the gun, and then he heard Jin Dao choking and shouting hoarsely, "Lan Jing! Fuck! You Are you there?"

"Here!" Lan Jing replied loudly.

Jin Dao's voice disappeared, and the door was kicked open in a blink of an eye, and someone else came in.

When he saw clearly that the two of them were inside, he propped himself up on his knees and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jin Dao described it as no better than Lan Jing and Mu Zixing, disheartened and embarrassed.

It turned out that Lan Jing arrived not long after he came in, but when he rushed to the third floor, there was an explosion sound upstairs.

Jindao's secret passage was not good, so he ran up quickly, but was blocked on the seventh floor.

Those people were afraid that Lan Jing and Mu Zixing would protrude from the eighth floor, so they frantically made the same arrangement on the seventh floor, vowing to burn them alive inside.

Jindao couldn't walk up the stairs, so he simply took a steel cable and climbed from the outer wall of the sixth floor to the seventh floor. He searched on that floor, but couldn't find Lan Jing, so he hurried up to the eighth floor.

"How are you two?"

"It's not good, he can't hold it anymore." Lan Jing said, "Did you bring the rope?"

"There are steel cables." Jin Dao said.

Lan Jing nodded, turned around and fired a few shots at the concrete wall, making a hole, and then the two of them worked together to remove the rusted window.

"I'll carry him!" Jin Dao threw a leather glove to Lan Jing, then tied Mu Zixing to his body in the same way as Lan Jing, and then jumped out of the steel cable, and the eight claws caught Lan Jing who had just chiseled with a gun. Opened the hole, turned out of the window.

"Keep up, three people can bear it."

Time was running out, and there was no time to talk, Jin Dao slid down the steel cable with Mu Zixing on his back after speaking, and Lan Jing followed closely behind him.

However, when he stepped on the window, he paused, looking at the flames rising in the dark night, a strong will to die suddenly surged in his heart inexplicably.

He wondered what I was going to do, there was no one waiting for me on the ground.

As long as you live, you must endure the endless darkness day after day.

In such a situation, if there is a little bit of depression in the heart, it will be infinitely magnified. Perhaps the conversation with Mu Zixing just now affected him, and the depressed mood suddenly filled the atrium within a second. .

Lan Jing retracted his feet and sat down along the wall again.

He... doesn't want to leave.