Miao Jiang Gu affair

This cry like killing a pig made my brain heat up instantly.

Turning around, I saw that fat woman who was as fat as a pig was striding forward with her short legs, and ran towards the living area on the right—it was a long, semi-open hall with many doors in it. There were not many people, but there were still people. Some guards were chatting together, and there were still spear blades and short bows on the table not far from them.We were invisible under Xue Rui's cover before, but at this moment we were suddenly exposed to the sun, and became the focus of the eyes of these guards and the patrol who ignored us just now, and the target of everyone's criticism.

Mistake, really a mistake!

We only thought that fellow inmates were suffering people captured by Sakurang, but we didn't expect that the remnants of the defeated party in the organization's internal struggle were still imprisoned there.If we knew her identity earlier, why would we be afraid of having an extra life in our hands?It's a pity that there was a mistake, Xuerui couldn't continue to be called by the fat woman, all the advantages disappeared immediately, and we were about to fall into heavy siege.

What awaits us here is a place beyond redemption.

In an instant we figured out why, without waiting for a call, the one-eyed man took a few steps forward, like a galloping horse, and kicked three times in an instant after flying into the air, all of which hit the howling fat woman.The more than 400 kilograms of good meat fell heavily on the wall without saying a word. With her as the center, cracks appeared on the wall, and sand fell down.

At this time, we have been exposed, and people are rushing towards us from all directions.

But these people are just ordinary tribal fighters, those black-robed wizards who worry us, are high-level people who don't need to be sentry.The Japanese kid rushed forward frantically, his three paper shikigami raised and lowered his knives, cut off the bodies of several people one after another, and then slowed down.And the people next to them also showed their skills, they are all capable fighters, especially the two black and thin muay thai masters, punching, kicking, knee bumping, elbow thrusting, mouth biting, fierce and fierce, without any taboos, Like a fierce tiger out of its cage, it also gained the upper hand for a while.

Rushing to the intersection, Kato Haruji wanted to rush up the stairs, but Xue Rui pulled me to the left. Although I didn't know, I knew there must be a reason for this, so I followed closely.Sure enough, within ten seconds of our running, we heard a beast-like roar from behind, and a huge wave of air spread over rapidly, making my hair blow up, and then I saw the Japanese boy and the old monk, Fleeing towards us in embarrassment.

What is it?I didn't have time to think, because three dangerous enemies had already appeared in front of me.

These were three short men, dressed in black longi with thick leather belts around their waists.Their upper body is bare, revealing strong lumpy muscles. They look almost like humanoid tanks with extremely low chassis. The weapons and ammunition depot that Rui just mentioned.

With the devastation of the years, the ammunition of the Japanese army during World War II may have been emptied long ago, but these three gatekeepers are fierce and tight. As soon as I approached, I was greeted with a jumping kick. It exploded with a "pop".Such vigor made me feel more and more ruthless in my heart to fight back - in terms of skill and boxing, I am not one-tenth as good as these people, but I have golden silkworm Gu, and I think my observation and agility are not inferior to such a master , give it a go, who is afraid of whom?

I twisted my waist and hips to avoid this tyrannical swing of my legs, half-clutched my right hand like a chicken claw, swung it downward, and lashed towards his crotch like a whip.

In the battle of life and death, there is no fear of losing face.I used [-]% of my strength for this draw, if the draw is successful, this person will definitely die.

It's a pity that my insidious method didn't work. The man put his legs together, his muscles stretched, and he clamped my right hand tightly to his thigh, unable to twitch.Another gatekeeper next to me rushed out and punched my head with both fists.I gritted my teeth secretly, and lifted my opponent "Ruda Pulling the Willow" up in the air, blocking this lore.However, the guy in the air released his hands, and immediately turned his hands into claws, and slammed towards my face.

These are all things that happened in an instant, and in an instant, it was extremely critical.

At this moment, two black shadows flew by me, taking over the attack of the two gatekeepers, and the weight on my hand suddenly lightened, and then blood sprayed out like a waterfall all over the sky.I threw the lower half of my body in my hand towards the gate, but it was the paper shikigami of the Japanese kid who killed the vicious gatekeeper—in terms of force, they are all powerful characters, but when they met the shikigami things, but fragile as paper.

In the end, they chose the wrong target and the wrong battlefield.

The Japanese boy walked past me, yelled to go, and went straight to the door.

I looked back, Xue Rui was nimble and erratic just now, she dodged to the side, was not injured, and also ran forward.Of the two gatekeepers, one was kicked into a sack by the one-armed master's violent single-leg kick, while the other was broken by the one-eyed man, who then grabbed and threw it backwards.I rushed into the iron gate of the storeroom, only to see a lot of corpses laying in disorder at the gate.Looking up, the British photographer was licking the plasma on the sharp nails with his tongue, with a calm expression.Seeing his bright red tongue wriggling like a poisonous snake, I felt chills behind me.

What a master!Very high efficiency!

I tried my best to resist the enemy, but I was confronted by these guys a few times, and they turned over.If it weren't for my unintoxicated sense of mystery, I don't know what place I would have in their hearts.Without the golden silkworm Gu, everyone here is ten times, a hundred times better than me, and they are all heroes of the moment.But I am not discouraged, since the summer of 07, I have also changed my appearance.

Sooner or later, I will be stronger than them.

As soon as I stepped through the iron gate, Katowaraji yelled, and several people worked together to close the gate.The gears turned, and at the same time as we buckled the gate, the door was hit with a huge force and made a bang.This gate was built according to the standards of war, because it was built to prevent the enemy from taking it, and it was built very strong and reliable, but it was also convenient for us.

I asked Kato, who looked surprised, and he let out a sigh of relief, saying that he was a terrifying giant...

He didn't say much, but looked at the space as wide as several basketball courts, and said to look around to see if there was a way out or enemies.It was only then that I remembered to look at the warehouse we were in: Sure enough, as I imagined, there were no ammunition and ammunition under the dome roof, but a large amount of wood, food bags and wooden barrels—all of which were concentrated The area to my left, and many more, were all in darkness, as there were only a few oil lamps here on the porch.

Xue Rui's sky eyes were very strong, and she pointed out that there was someone there. We looked up and saw that there was indeed a small room embedded in the mountain wall at the east end of the warehouse. The light is revealed.

Almost as if they heard an order, the two muay thai masters rushed into the room with a distance of tens of meters like arrows flying off the string, rushing into the room before the door closed.The few of us also followed closely. When I was running, I saw an image I was very familiar with suddenly appearing in the tattered cassock of the old monk Batong in front of me: except for the burn scar on the top of the head, the monk was generally No tattoos.And I saw a black spider appearing under Barton's left rib.

Before we had time to think about it, we rushed to this room, and saw four old monks in black cassocks lying on the ground, bleeding profusely, while the two instigators stood in front of a large pool, dazed.This is a small hall of a very religious Buddhist hall. In a space of about a hundred square meters, there are Buddhist altars, Sumeru altars, banners, covers, sutra pillars, lamps, flowers, incense, incense burners, chanting utensils and a huge Shi Ding,

Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the pool in the middle.

This is a deep pool ten meters square, level with the ground, and there are four futons sitting in front of it. From the positions of the four dead old monks, one can imagine that they were still praying and chanting here just now, and then they were decisively killed by Muay Thai fighters. Death—these two bastards, don't they know the importance of keeping alive?I was a little annoyed, and walked in through the door, looking at the old monk lying at my feet, with skin like bark of dead wood, hair and beard that were all snow-white.

He was still alive, his mouth was like a crab, he kept spitting out bubbles like bloody foam, and he looked at us with lifeless eyes.

Then, a foot stepped on his slender neck, and after a hard pause, he finally died.Katowaraji looked back at me, smiled coldly, and said, don't think they deserve sympathy, remember, as long as anyone here is not innocent.I lowered my head and ignored this guy, Xue Rui pulled me and said: "Brother Lu Zuo, that pond is too scary, and the resentment is too heavy, let's get out of here, otherwise there will be disaster..."

I was taken aback, took two steps forward to look, and almost vomited out.

The liquid in this pool is not the water I imagined, but viscous blood. You can't feel it from a distance, but you can smell a strong smell of blood when you walk a few steps closer. So weird.And what disgusts me is that there is not only blood in this pool, there are many human limbs, beautiful female heads, slender white legs, and folded hands on the tumbling water surface...

This is not a Buddhist hall, it is obviously a Shura hell.

The one-armed man was not shy. He reached out to the pool of blood to fish out a sticky left hand, put it on his missing arm, smiled, and threw it back into the pool of blood, splashing all over the ground. blood, provoking his companions to scold their mothers, while he laughed; the old monk put his palms on his chest, and then silently recited the scriptures; but the British photographer Will Gangro was calm and composed, and even showed his face at the corner of his mouth. A smile.

Bang, bang, bang...

At this time, there was a loud banging on the door outside, each sound getting louder than the other.We didn't dare to stay any longer, and hurried out the door, only to see several huge fist marks on the heavy metal door of the warehouse, emerging from the door.

This door... won't last long?