Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

Lin Mo has another layer of consideration.

If the 'smiley face' is regarded as a virus and the junk lane is regarded as a person's body, when is the virus most deadly?

Of course, when attacking the vital organs of the human body.

The most important place in the junk lane is the wooden house No. 133.

It is the most important organ here.

In this way, we must concentrate our efforts on major tasks, mainly protecting these important organs.

Walking along the way, Lin Mo found that among the huge team, there were also nightmares that could be 'ghost covering their eyes' and 'nonsense words'. Of course, these talents had to be used.

Lin Mo asked seven or eight security guards to organize these nightmares together, and set up a vanguard. As long as there was a smiley face in front of him, the control was controlled, the blindfolded blindfolded, and the murmuring in his ears could not stop.

For some mild symptoms, Lin Mo didn't need to do it himself, and he was cured by other nightmares. This time, the efficiency increased.

After all, the nightmares in the junk lane are not easy to provoke, but because no one has organized them before, it is a mess of sand, but if they are organized, the power is quite amazing.

Lin Mo even suspects that he is leading this group of brothers out now, and he is afraid that there is no force that can resist.

Humans stop killing people, Buddhas stop killing Buddhas.

Just so tough.

In front of it is the alley of the wooden house No. 133.

But at the entrance of the alley, it was crowded with smiling faces.

In the alley, the strange laughter of 'giggling' came and went, it was hard to imagine how many nightmares were infected with smiling faces at the moment.

Hundreds of nightmares led by Lin Mo were a little worried.

Morale was somewhat affected.

Certainly not.

Lin Mo could see that these smiling faces were either intentional or unintentional, but they were all moving closer, which meant that they knew that the 133th wooden house was the key.

Once they infect Tian Tian, ​​they can immediately grasp the absolute initiative and remain invincible.

Smiley knew about this, Lin Mo knew it, and there was no reason why Dad didn't know. So Lin Mo is almost certain that Daddy should also be guarding the wooden house No. 133 deep in this alley.

Of course, the coffin bearers must also be there.

Tian Tian is his son, and if someone wants to harm his son, the coffin bearer will resist to the end even if he fights his life.

Before Dad, they had no reinforcements and could only fight alone.

But now there is.

Lin Mo decided to immediately lead someone to rush in and have a victory meeting with the father inside.

But how to boost morale is a technical job.

The smiling face monsters at the entrance of the alley had already spotted them, and immediately rushed over with a strange smile, some nightmares, the corners of their mouths grinned to the roots of their ears. I don't know about others, but when Lin Mo saw it, he really wanted to give those guys a slap in the face.

Then scolded again: "Let you laugh again!"

"Don't be a coward, come with me, there are many of us, remember, unity is strength!" Lin Mo shouted a slogan, then thought about it, and sang it.

"unity is strength!"

"Everyone sing with me, unity is strength!"

Brother Hammer and Cui Gui obviously have some living memories, and this song, hidden in the depths of their memory, was awakened at this moment.

These two goods are a little embarrassed to sing.

Lin Mo glared at them both.

"Sing to me, hurry up!"

The bad ghost was the first to hum: "Unity...is strength!"

With a cry.

Lin Mo got a slap in the face.

"Use your hatred, sing loudly, shout out."

It is estimated that the slap in the face played a role, and the old man's mourning face suddenly turned hideous, and then he began to sing hoarsely.

"unity is strength!"

"unity is strength!"

Brother Hammer also lowered his head and sang, then the seven or eight security guards who cooperated with Lin Mo the most, and finally the entire team. Nightmares with living memories are easy to sing, while nightmares without living memories can only be hummed along.

The singing here, from low to high, from low to high, quickly overwhelmed the giggle and giggling on the opposite side, like a reef covered by tides.

In the end, it became an accessory to the singing, and became the embellishment of the singing.

The next moment, Lin Mo led the team into the alley.

War broke out.

There are so many funny faces in this alley.

The number is twice that of the team led by Lin Mo.

even more.

But at this moment, Lin Mo and the others are like a sharp knife piercing the enemy's army. The bad ghost and the hammer brother rushed to the front, singing songs, and pressed the enemy under their feet.

Followed by the 'transformers' of Lin Mo.

Cover your eyes and mumble.

A series of nonsense, to deceive people.

Cast the smiley face out of these nightmare bodies.

The two sides were anxious at first, but soon the number of people on Lin Mo's side increased.

At the same time, in the deepest part of this alley, in front of the wooden house No. 133, the security captain and the coffin bearer were struggling to fend off the almost endless smiling face monsters.

In front of them, there was a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The security captain has a way to resist the smiley face infection, but it's a bit difficult for the coffin bearer.

The reason why the coffin bearer was not infected was because he had entered a special state of 'madness'.

The coffin bearers in this state are the same as those who are mad, and they will only slaughter madly.

In fact, the corpses in front of them are the masterpieces of the coffin bearers, and the security captain is mainly to prevent the coffin bearers from rushing into the wooden house No. 133.

"If this goes on like this, the nightmares in the junk lane will be killed!"

The security captain sighed.

The coffin bearer in the state of madness is indeed terrifying. Not only is it immune to the infection of smiling faces, but its combat effectiveness is also ridiculously strong. But the problem is that if the Nightmare of Flea Lane loses too much, it will still be noticed every day, and if the game of Flea Lane is no longer played every day, it will collapse.

Without the junk lane, the underground copper gates will be opened without the stone pillars to suppress.

But the current situation is not up to the security captain to choose.

No choice either.

He had all the power, but at this moment he could only watch the junk alley begin to collapse, but he had no ability to restore it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this moment, a loud singing voice came from a distance.

"Unity is strength... this strength is iron, this strength is steel..."

The security captain was stunned.

"I'm familiar with this song!"

He frowned, looking in the direction from which the singing came.

Slowly, the attack on Chalet 133 subsided.

The situation was reversed in a short period of time.

The security captain seized the opportunity at this time, and dodged in front of the coffin bearer at a very fast speed. The latter stared wildly and reached out to grab the security captain.

"Okay, it's time to wake up!"

The security captain slapped the coffin bearer on the forehead with a faster speed.

Then the five fingers joined forces and pulled out.

A black gas was drawn out of the coffin bearer's forehead.

Like a tyrannical Specter, screaming and struggling, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the security captain's hand.

"Be honest, I don't need you now, do you believe it if you make a fuss and make you an appetizer?"

The security captain said something to the tyrannical ghost composed of black gas in his hand.

The other party guessed that he understood, and slowly became honest.

At this time, the coffin-bearer also seemed to have just woken up from a big dream and returned to normal.

But he still retains the memory of the fight just now.

At this time, the singing had already resounded through this alley, which was deafening.