Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 276: Interlude death (10)

I took a deep breath, and the cold air seemed to punch holes in my lungs. (Please remember me if you read this article) [This article is from'Crazy Look'] I felt like my stomach was cramping, my soul seemed to be split in two, one half was terrified and painful, and the other half was very calm. I feel that in the world around me, every little dust cannot escape my own perception, just as the power of chain judgment is gradually awakening, but because of this, I am sensitive to the anomalies in the dark.

Yes, this is not normal, what's wrong. I hope this is just scaring myself.

**The wheelchair turned around the excavated tomb, trying to figure out some clues. Who is buried here? Who dug out her or it for some reason. It is an immoral act to disturb the peace of the deceased at any time, and in many admonitions handed down from ancient times, this will be the beginning of horror. With a shovel on me, I had the idea that I might need to dig the grave. This made me feel that I was the sinner digging the grave in this lonely night.

Of course, I know this is just an illusion, but when the feeling emerges, you are completely astonished and cannot escape.

The corpse is gone, and the dirt is peeled away, and occasionally we can find cloth that is suspected to have been torn from the deceased, but there is no item that can prove the identity of the deceased. The corpse thief is a human being, not another wild animal. The pit is dug very regularly, and there are shovel marks on it.

I bent over and rubbed the floating soil carefully. From the filter, there was a beast-like breathing sound, which seemed to be able to smell the rancid and muddy smell in the air. I want to get even the slightest clue from them. However, the only thing I know is that the person is more than one step faster than me. Whether it was her or him, the work was really clean. There were no footprints on the ground, probably because there were still snow on the ground at that time, and now the footprints have melted along with the snow.

I wiped and wiped the tombstone with a rag. As a result, it was only a slate-shaped rock that the person who built the tomb found from nowhere. The surface was abnormally rough. Polished, the root is still a big lump. There is no such thing as the identity of the deceased engraved by Ranwenfiction.com, neither the name nor the epitaph of Ranwenfiction.com. It is not deliberately concealed. It is like this. The texture of the stone surface is very normal.

Although I don't know what is hidden in the woods in the painting, I intuitively feel that it must be a very important thing. Now I just hope that the treasure is not hidden here.

A sudden noise in the woods awakened me from my contemplation. I turned my head sensitively and looked in that direction. In the flashlight's light, there was only a silhouette of darkness, misty, and deathly silence. But I still feel that something ran past from there.

Although I haven't seen it by Ranwen Novel.com, the sound is a little different from the normal natural sound. You know, this is intuitive.

Another sound passed by the left side, and when I turned the flashlight, it was no longer there.

I suspect it is a beast. Even though I have been in the forest for such a long time, I have not seen half of the beast. I told myself that it had only been hidden before. However, this explanation made me feel that I was facing a shrewd and patient hunter. In addition, it could also be a person, perhaps the corpse thief, if it were the guards who patrolled the mountain, they would have rushed up and caught me long ago, so there is no need for such a mystery.

The sound subsided for a while, and then it rang again, this time, that time, like an agile monkey, constantly leaping and swimming in all directions. The pause between the sounds became compact, brewing a strong momentum, making me feel as if I was surrounded.

I did not yell at Ranwen.com. Years of fighting let me know that my voice and sight can be deceiving. No matter what is hidden in the dark, how many there are, there is only one choice for yourself-take your weapon and fight hard.

I fixed the flashlight on the wheelchair and adjusted the aperture to the maximum. As a result, the farthest distance the beam can reach is shortened, but the range is doubled. I stopped turning, letting the noise rush, I just stared ahead with my crossbow. The sound stopped, and in the corner of my eye, the mist floating in the darkness changed, and the flames seemed to be giving way to something, slowly drifting to other places.

What a good target. I pretended that I didn't have a sense of the Internet, but my fingers were rubbing on the trigger. The premonition of the upcoming battle made my spirit highly active.

The sound rang again, swiftly and suddenly. When I came, I said to myself, the crossbow had turned to the corner of my eye, and before the outline became clear, I squeezed the trigger forcefully. (Please remember to read and see an)

The crossbow arrow made the sound of cutting through the air, the bowstring hummed, and the shadow-like silhouette suddenly flew backwards into the darkness. I can't see clearly, maybe I should let it pounce closer and shoot, but that would be more dangerous. The opponent's speed is too fast, and I am not sure what will happen if the counterattack is slowed down with my thin body now.

There is no painful sound from the burning novel network in the dark. Judging from experience, it should have been hit. Is it dead, or worse, it is licking the wound, planning a second attack. For the time being, there is no Ranwenfiction.com and its companion rushed out, I hope because there is no Ranwenfiction.com second.

**The wheelchair drove toward the direction where the enemy fell. Ten meters away was a large rock covered with moss and vines. I couldn't find the trace of the enemy, it disappeared like air. The mist seemed to become denser, and the eye protection glass of the mask was covered with moisture. I wiped it and wiped it, but it didn't work at all. Although hesitated, I still had to take off the mask, otherwise it would be more dangerous.

The damp and cold air invaded my respiratory tract with its original taste and sensation, as if water was coming out of the nasal cavity, and it was a bit suffocating. I seem to hear the sound of splashes coming from afar. Is there a water source in this place? This thought just circulated in the mind for a while and then dissipated. This is not important, what is important is that I must leave as soon as possible, but I don't know how to go back.

I stepped back and looked for the traces of my arrival on the ground. I just walked and stopped, stopped and walked like this, alerting to any abnormalities that might arise in the dark, while adjusting the state of being ready.

Leaving the area surrounded by the phosphorous fire, I gradually can no longer see them from the fog. There was a drop of water falling from the tree, hitting the fallen leaves, remaining branches and rocks, making a rattling sound, like a leaking faucet. After a while, some water droplets hit the back of my hand, causing me to feel an abnormal feeling again-it seems to be warmer than before? I looked at the back of my hand and realized that it was a **** crimson that was about to dry up.

My heart suddenly shrank, and I raised the crossbow and pointed it above my head. The sight in my vision made me almost stop breathing. In the heavy mist, in the shadow of the tree that obscured the sky, squatting on a strange thing that I don’t know how to describe, the aggressive scarlet eyes focused on mine instantly. Body. It appears in the outline of a human form, but it can make people know at a glance that it is not a human, nor is it a orangutan or a monkey, or a humanoid creature that has existed in this world.

It's a monster, it's a demon, it's not a name, and it doesn't need the horror of a name.

The sound of turbulent waves in the woods in the night wind, like a signal, they jumped down.

I immediately pulled the trigger, but a crossbow bolt can only shoot through a monster. They don't know what fear is, and their attacks on me don't mean evading the slightest. Maybe their wisdom is enough to let them know that I am just a person and lack the means to deal with attacks from overhead.

Yes, compared to the number of them, only relying on the crossbow in hand, the barrage that can be produced is too thin. I let the wheelchair rotate in a circle, moving backwards, constantly changing magazines, shooting, changing magazines, and shooting. This special bow crossbow can use special magazines, but the magazines can only hold five crossbow arrows at a time, and the length of this kind of crossbow arrows is only one-fifth of the normal crossbow arrows, which means that the accuracy, lethality and killing range are drastically reduced.

Although there are a lot of monsters, there are still crossbow arrows that have not hit the enemy. Even if they hit, I don't know whether the damage to it is large or small. Because the monsters that are shot, even if they only hit the arms and arms, these monsters will disperse like smoke.

The wheelchair retreats quickly, and the uneven ground constantly affects my aim, but at least it temporarily leaves me out of the range where the monster jumps. These monsters chased me as soon as they landed, and did not immediately attack. They just concentrated on the left and right sides, as if they were just preventing me from escaping from their encirclement.

These **** things, they are playing with me. My body feels hot, and my blood seems to be constantly heated, almost boiling. I exhaled a heavy, white mist with heat, and slammed the crossbow that shot the crossbow back towards a monster that had rushed up. Then I turned the direction of the wheelchair and rushed towards the monsters on the left.

I can't see what these monsters look like, I just think they have a painful face. They opened their mouths wide, but did not make any sound. On the contrary, they highlighted the power of this pain and torment. At that moment, many pictures flashed in my mind. In the pieces of torture, those people were tortured, dying, tortured, and dying. The screams seemed to penetrate into my ears through time and space, trying Let me feel the martial arts and the world, the king makes the sacred king, the night kills the gods, the seal, the throne seeks the devil, the world, the strongest, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandonment Martial Universe will kill the gods and seal the throne of the gods in the world, the strongest in the Ninth Heaven, and abandon the Shao Da Zhou imperial clan.

I opened my mouth and yelled, but I couldn't hear my own voice.

The body is getting hotter, as if there is a fire burning in the internal organs, it seems that the next moment he will become ashes.

The mist and moisture that I breathed into my nasal cavity also became scorching hot. I smelled the smell of sulfur, the smell of burnt, and I couldn't tell what was being burned. It was more like everything was burning. Whether it’s stones, trees, grass roots, or vines, even the fog has turned into a halo of transpiration in the flames.

I told myself that all of this is an illusion. I don't know how this illusion was produced. It may come from the toxins in the mist, or it may come from the drug "paradise" I was injected with, or it may be the power of these monsters. But it is so real, it is simply hell, and the fire of **** surrounds me.

These monsters from **** are full of a strong smell of blood, as if they have been skinned, and they are covered with red and black scars. They are like monkeys, running upright for a while, and lying on all fours, turning this abnormal world into their own territory.

Well, I must admit that I am in a desperate situation, but the strange and desperate battlefield, I can pass more than once

I pressed the firing mechanism on the wheelchair, and the "bee needles" spewed out like rain, and the monsters turned into ashes or mist scattered like bubbles. **The wheelchair dodges their pounces, and when they get too close, I drew out an iron knife and slashed. However, even if they are close to me, I still can't see their facial features.

I can no longer determine the direction of the wheelchair. I only know to kill everything in front of me and escape to any place where I can pass. However, I gradually realized that no matter how many I killed, their numbers didn't seem to decrease in any way.

My heart was about to twitch, and I started to feel like I was almost out of breath. My arms were sour and tired, all the ammunition had been shot out, and the monsters still chased up reluctantly. They attacked me, was killed by me, and so on.

Their attacks are so monotonous, and they don't know how to avoid attacks. But it is this kind of attack that can be swarmed all over, but it gives people a glimmer of hope, let me know that they are so angry, this kind of anger, playfulness and desperate momentum makes me can only wave numbly. Double knife.

I am very tired and want to lie down. But my sanity is still sober, no, I don't know if my sanity is sober, but I can still think of some things.

For example, all these are hallucinations; for example, how can I get rid of this **** hallucination. I knew that I was still struggling, and I did not give up.

As long as Ranwen Novel.com has not given up, nor has Ranwen Novel.com died, then everything will not end.

The wheelchair made a creaking sound. Before I could sigh "it's awful", my body was smashed to the ground and rolled several times. In the faint flashlight halo, not far from the wheelchair is a pit. After the wheelchair was overturned, the wheels spun and whimpered. In this rugged mountain and forest land, it is really a miracle not to be too big to be thrown down now.

My head, shoulders, elbows, thighs, knees, etc., were either scratched by stones or knocked out of marks. In short, there was no pain in any place. One iron knife fell not far away, but the other was not seen. My feet have long since resigned. I, a handicapped person, can only crawl forward, holding the iron knife in his hand. At this moment, there was a sound of wind falling on my back. I don't care about three or seventy-one, turning around and swinging the knife, the monster that almost fell on my body was cut off by the waist, and the whole body turned into ashes or smoke in a flash and dispersed.

Maybe it was shocked by my attack, maybe they haven't played enough on Ranwen.com, who knows? Until I was panting and sitting upright with an iron knife, these monsters just surrounded me, and I didn't attack again.

The green eyes were staring at me, and I stared at them without fear. The atmosphere was silent and stagnant for a while.

Soon, I found that they were not actively trying to stop, because they gave people a feeling of hesitation and fear, as if they were afraid of something.

I don't know when the surrounding scenery returns to normal again. There is no more fire, no more burning, no more tortured screams, only the roaring night wind, the swaying woods, and the dense fog. I wiped the tip of my nose carefully, except for the heavy humidity, no more **** and burnt smell.

What tore through the silence was a hoarse cry.

——Quah, quack, quack.

I am familiar with this sound, but its presence here makes me feel a kind of fatalistic incredible.

That's the cry of a crow.

The wings were flapping, and a jet-black bird landed on the branch above my head. In the mist, the silhouette turned its head sideways, as if looking at the monsters.

As far as its gaze is, the monsters seem to have seen their natural enemies, retreating one by one, retreating into the depths of the mist, jumping onto the shadowed canopy, and concealing it like a rewind. Never see it again.

My body is like a weight, falling back heavily, and the hand holding the knife is too hard to loosen the handle of the knife.

I lay in the woods, looking up at the crow quietly staying on the branch.

"Is that you? Quark."

——Quah, quack, quack.

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha...cough, cough, cough..." I can’t tell how I feel at this moment, I just covered my face with my hands, laughed wildly, and coughed. , As if to cough up all the lungs.

I know that from now on, I am no longer alone.

I look up at the sky, and the silence of the night surrounds me, but at this time there is no longer the horror when Ranwen.com.cn came. I don't know the origin of those monsters, but I just think that as long as the quark is by my side, everything will be fine. I was bruised all over, but I fell out of this body. Those monsters didn't leave me a memorial.

Trash, they are all trash. You can do it, Gao Chuan is in the misty woods, I said so loudly to myself.

I got up, every inch of bone, every muscle was aching. I don't bother to conceal the traces of the battle anymore. I can do whatever I want, but in the daytime I have to find an excuse for the injury. It's okay, it's not difficult.

I pushed up the wheelchair and tried to climb into the wheelchair on my own. After two failures, I succeeded, but if you think this is a good start, then it is it. A real man always has a way to live optimistically in the face of adversity.

The wheelchair didn't break, but the motor stopped and couldn't start anyhow. I pushed the wheel with both hands to the big tree, raised my arm, and the crow flapped its wings and landed on my arm. Ah, I think of the days when I was still living in that city many months ago. Since then, I have always brought it with me, and encountered various things together~IndoMTL.com~ There are good and bad, some people have left, some people are waiting, only it... and me Jiang, always stay by my side.

I am very happy, I am really happy, and I feel very lucky. I said this to myself, but my tears couldn't stop streaming down.

I miss the past so much, so miss those people:

Mae, Sakiya, Shirai, Morino, Father Xisen, Dorothy, Marceau, Eight Views, Shishi... and everyone from the Ode to Joy team and many more people.

"I want to go back, I want to go back, I want to go back, I want to go back..." I muttered to myself, pushing the wheelchair in a certain direction.

Although my future is as lost as the road at this time, I have not failed at all, and I am not discouraged at all. Because now I succeeded in surviving? Although embarrassed, he accomplished what he wanted to do. Just like this, like the past, like the present, step by step, one day...

I will definitely go back. . ..

Restricted Doomsday Syndrome 276 Intermission Death Ten Text