Melted City

49

The black iron debris blocked by Lianchuan broke into his body. +++Full American novel: www.readwn.com

He slowly kneeled to the ground with his left leg.

The uniform of the cleaning team only slowed down the speed of debris and failed to stop it.

Ning Gu, who was standing behind Lianchuan, still raised his hand motionless, lowered his head and did not glance at this side.

"Old ghost!" Li Xiang pulled the chain, "Okay, they have no way to resist."

"Who is that hyena?" The old ghost's hoarse voice was puzzled. "He hasn't fallen yet?"

"He has been injured," Li Xiang said, "Ning Gu's ability has not been inspired."

"A little..." The old ghost slowly raised his arm, "Strange."

"Old ghost!" the head said, "we can discuss."

"They haven't fallen yet..." The old ghost didn't know who he was talking to, like himself, but also like the leader and Li Xiang.

"Ning Gu! Run—" Li Xiang hissed and tried to wake up Ning Gu who seemed to have fallen into another world.

"Ning Gu!" The old ghost's arm swelled to the top of his head, this time instead of flying black iron debris, it was electro-optical.

The old ghost directly used the flashing electric light on both sides.

Countless pieces of electro-optics were cut off from the electro-optic cracks on both sides, and they flew densely to the two people at the end of the channel.

The iron chain on the head of the regiment slid endlessly through the wound due to his drag, but he couldn't make it.

He watched the series of electric lights fly forward.

The two people on the opposite side are about to turn to ashes in front of his eyes, the consciousness dissipates in the dark mist, and the body disappears in the violent wind without any traces.

Sorry.

I'm sorry, boy.

When the electro-optics pressed in front of him, Lianchuan, who had not moved, raised his head.

"Roger that."

His voice was not high, but he still heard clearly in the wind.

While uttering these two words, he jumped into the air and rushed into the light.

It was like a layer of impermeable air, because of the amazing speed, the electro-optical light had not yet reached his body, it was already brought behind by the airflow, and then it was involved in the turbulent flow, and a golden light exploded and disappeared. .

"That's..." The voice of the old ghost was all surprised. When he went back to defend, Lianchuan had already reached his eyes, and the thin silver (color) cracks in his pupils were clearly visible. "Sanju IV..."

At this moment, the leader's breath paused.

Lian Chuan is indeed the fourth one, he has no doubt about this.

But he was awakened in the ghost town, but he never thought of it.

Lianchuan is the most powerful (qiang) weapon in the main city. There is no doubt that the four energy can be awakened in a non-laboratory environment, which proves that Lianchuan can become the most powerful weapon. To the uncontrollable but perfect self-controlling spirit.

What makes the leader even more unimaginable...

It is the one who can awaken Senju in a non-laboratory environment.

The old ghost has no reaction time.

In the face of the four, the reaction time can only come from early judgment.

There is no weapon in the four.

But when Lian Chuanyang waved his hand to the old ghost, a silver (color) spine that shone with cold light suddenly seemed to penetrate from the other side of the arm, violently pierced out from under the skin, and stabbed before the old ghost guarded Into his shoulder blades.

The old ghost swayed and stomped on the ground violently.

It seemed that something invisible broke through the ground, and a small hole appeared on the ground around it.

Lianchuan stepped on the mouth of the old ghost (chest xiong) and jumped out of the invisible encirclement by force.

The invisible tentacles are drilled out of the hole. Only when they wrap the body of the old ghost (body shen) will a thin foam appear, which can quickly repair a part of the wound while blocking the attack.

The ability of the old ghost is considered top among travelers, even more than many experimental subjects in the main city (strong qiang).

The regiment watched Lianchuan fall from the air quickly, with the knee's protective foam on the knee, and the spine pierced through the knee all the way down, marking the old ghost's protection...

My heart seemed to be grabbed.

The old ghost has lost their way with them, but they are still comrades who can surrender their backs in their memories, and are companions who have struggled together in despair and fear.

And their enemies, the nightmares in the hearts of all travelers, are now the only ones who can save Ning Gu from the old ghost.

In such a battle, the regimental commander did not know what kind of result should be expected.

There was no gap or flaw left in the attack of Sanjuku. The spine pierced through the elbow while piercing the protection had pierced the other shoulder blade of the old ghost.

And when the second wave of invisible tentacles burrowed out of the ground, Senju four already jumped into the air.

"Run," Li Xiang said, "Run, old ghost..."

There is no plan for (Sansha) to kill the old ghost. If he wants (to kill the sha), the first thorn can go straight into the heart. He is just dismantling the attacking ability of the old ghost step by step.

The old ghost gasped and whispered.

After a series of throat sounds, a response appeared in the violent wind around.

The old ghost is calling the aborigines, his children.

When Lianchuan broke through his protection for the second time, countless indigenous people rushed in from the other side of the electric light, and the gray (colored) skin was covered with black (colored) scars.

All the aborigines rushed to the old ghost.

Lian Chuan swept away an aborigine and jumped backwards, landing on the ground.

An aboriginal fell on the old ghost, then the second, the third...

Soon the old ghost was wrapped by the aboriginal group and turned into a huge gray (color) ball.

The ball pressed through the narrowest gap next to it, and rolled into the dark mist in a burst of electro-optical sound.

"Did you see it? Ning Gu?"

All around are black (color).

There is no wind, no light.

No one.

Ning Gu stood alone in the dark, and the only feeling he could feel was pain.

His fingers were trembling slightly because of the pain.

This is the voice of the old ghost.

"You finally chose the same way as the leader, but you are more perfect than they planned..."

"I don't know what path the leader chose, I just chose the one that lives."

"It is inevitable to live in this way... to ask the head, what is in your body... when you know the truth, you will understand, which way you have taken, there have been arrangements..."

"I go the way I want to go."

The old ghost laughed.

Dull and distant in the endless darkness.

Ning Gu's fingertips rippled with a transparent wave.

Then there was another lap.

The light of gold (color) emerged closely with the radiation, and spread all around in an instant.

The iron chain that passed through the head of the regiment and Li Xiang's shoulders made a few tinkling sounds at this moment, breaking into pieces and falling to the ground.

"Ning Gu!" Li Xiang rushed forward with his shoulders covered.

Lianchuan stood up and stopped between them.

After staring at each other for two seconds, Lianchuan gave way, and Li Xiang rushed to Ning Gu.

Ning Gu's left hand was slowly lowered.

"Are you injured?" Li Xiang asked.

"In my body," Ning Gu looked at him, his expression on his face was a little dazed, and his eyes were a little bit floating, "What's the matter?"

"Go back to the shelter first." The head of the group came over.

Ning Gu stared at the head of the regiment and looked away again. He quickly walked to Lianchuan, staring at the wounds on him, several black and white wounds, large and small, clearly visible under the broken uniform.

"It's okay," Lianchuan said, "I want to rest."

"Good." Ning Gu said.

A cracked electro-optic crack was opened by the old ghost and the aboriginal people, and a faint smell of burnt smell could still be heard, which was not yet blown away by the gusty wind, and the aboriginal skin turned into the smell of ashes in the electro-optical light .

In some respects, the aborigines are indeed more suitable than everyone for this harsh living space, but the electric light that disappears as soon as the travelers disappear, they can break through.

Through this gap, not much back, I saw a star-shaped bottle of cold light in the dark mist.

It was the travelers brought by Lin Fan.

"Head!"

"It's the leader and Li Xiang!"

The team broke up, and everyone rushed forward.

The head of the group raised his arm: "Stay alert, everyone goes back to the shelter, don't leave behind!"

In response, a burst of cheers erupted from the travelers, and the team quickly assembled and rushed in the direction they were when they came.

There was no communication between Lin Fan and the head of the regiment, but he glanced at each other and then went back to each other.

Ning Gu felt that his whole head was very heavy, as if he was locked in an iron bucket.

Don't want to talk or think.

When I turned my head and looked at Lianchuan, this state slowly disappeared because of uneasiness.

"Are you..." He looked at Lianchuan.

That kind of fatal injury, even Lianchuan, even the awakened Shinjuku, is unlikely to be easily carried down.

Even Chuan's face (color) and lips are a little lost (color), this is not even when he will die directly (sleep Shui) because of the presence of the limiter.

"I carry you." Ning Gu said.

Lian Chuan glanced at him.

Don't talk about face at this time.

Ning Gu plans to educate Lian Chuan when he refuses. In the ghost town, there are many things he can learn from travelers, such as shamelessness.

But even Chuan said nothing and stopped.

I don't know if this is to be carried or not. Ning Gu hesitated, but walked over, bent over and swayed.

Lianchuan fell on his back.

very heavy!

Ning Gu did not expect this person to be so heavy.

Although he didn't want to talk, he couldn't help but ask: "Why are you so heavy?"

Lian Chuan didn't speak, his arms dropped from his shoulders, and he seemed to have passed out.

Ning Gu had to grind his teeth and picked him up.

This road is a bit long. In order not to attract the aborigines, all people kept silent and quietly walked through the thick fog deep in the tongue bay.

Ning Gu looked at the fissures everywhere and the erupting electric light, which was uncomfortable in his heart.

When I saw the crack from the tongue bay to the metal cemetery, I was deeply disturbed.

Maybe all people have been more or less worried about the day when they don’t know when it will come. The madness of travelers is probably based on this kind of uneasiness that “will not disappear someday.”

Only myself.

Lived in the mist for more than two decades.

Everything that is curious has no answer.

And when everything was revealed, it was so unexpected that there was no way out.

Ning Gu did not return to the shelter, carrying Lianchuan directly to the uncle's hut.

Li Xiang wanted to keep up with something and was stopped by the head of the regiment.

"He will come to me." The head said.

Li Xiang said nothing.

"You go to the clinic to deal with the injury first," Lin Fan came over. "This injury can't heal itself."

"Did you get an old ghost when you came here?" The head looked at him.

"No." Lin Fan said, "I thought he was dead."

"It was going to die," the head said, "but Shinjuku let him go."

"Shenju IV?" Lin Fan looked at him in surprise, and then quickly turned his head to look in the direction of Ning Gu's departure. "How is it possible? Lianchuan Spiritual Power (强qiang)......"

"It was Ning Gu who awakened Senjuku." The head of the group said straight and walked forward.

The treatment center was quiet, because no indigenous people were caught, so no one was injured.

The head of the group sat on the chair: "Did you say anything to Ning Gu?"

"For example?" Lin Fan did not directly deny it.

"For example, what is in his body," Li Xiang said.

"No," Lin Fan took out the potion. "This should be yours."

"He got it." The head said.

Lin Fan's hand paused in the air for a while, and poured the potion on the head of the regiment: "He has seen the old ghost, isn't he."

"The old ghost didn't have a chance to tell him at that time," the head said. "If he did, he wouldn't ask him suddenly under the circumstances just now."

"Did he communicate with the old ghost just now?" Lin Fan asked again.

"No," the head said.

Lianchuan didn't faint, but looked very tired and leaned on the recliner.

"I have something to ask you," Ning Gu looked at him. "Can you speak now?"

"Ask." Lianchuan said.

"Did you just wake up to Shinjuku?" Ning Gu wanted to confirm.

"Yes," Lian Chuan glanced at him, "I thought you knew."

"I didn't see anything," Ning Gu crouched next to him. "I was in darkness all the time, but it didn't seem to be your memory or consciousness."

"How to judge?" Lianchuan turned his head.

"The old ghost talked to me," Ning Gu said, "is he not speaking right?"

"Well," Lian Chuan closed his eyes, "Your ability is a bit beyond my expectation."

"I don't want this ability," Ning Gu sat on the ground, leaning on the back leg, "It's painful."

"What did the old ghost tell you?" Lianchuan asked.

"He asked me to ask the leader, what is in my body." Ning Gu looked at him. "What is in my body?"

Lianchuan did not speak.

"Can you take care of yourself now?" Ning Gu stood up. "I'm going to find the leader."

"I'm fine." Lianchuan said.

"I'll get you some medicine when I come back," Ning Gu flipped through Uncle Crazy's box and found a few clothes to put on. "And there is food."

"Huh." Lian Chuan responded.

Ning Gu didn't stay any longer and threw the door out of Uncle Crazy's cabin.

The regimental leader and Li Xiang were not badly injured, and the injuries caused by the chain that they restrained could not be recovered by raising them in the hut or using the ability of the traveler.

Ning Gu went directly to the medical clinic.

When he opened the door and saw the three people in the room, he suddenly felt like crying.

"Close the door." Lin Fan said.

Ning Gu closed the door and walked to the middle of the room.

The regimental leader and Li Xiangdu (take off the tuo) took off their shirts. The black (color) on the shoulders was shocking. The blue-purple (color) medicine seemed to react, and small foam continued to bubble on the wound.

"What's in my body?" Ning Gu asked.

"Fragment of Qi Hang." the head said.

This sentence said that there was no other voice in the room, and neither Lin Fan nor Li Xiang spoke again.

A secret that has been buried deep for many years, even if they all know that the uneasy uneasiness that they bring when they are told so straightforwardly is still fresh.

"Where?" Ning Gu's voice was dumb, trembling.

"Is there a small wound on your back of the head," the head said softly.

"...Yes," Ning Gu slowly raised his hand, his fingers fell on the back of his head, shaking tremendously, "You told me, this was when I was a kid... I said that I fell to the ground and hurt of……"

"We have no better place to store this debris," the head of the group stood up and walked to Ning Gu, "I..."

"Don't come near me." Ning Gu looked at him.

"We don't want to hurt you," Li Xiang spoke a little harder, "Ning Gu, there was really no other way."

"Why me?" Ning Gu asked, "Why choose me?"

Both the regiment leader and Li Xiang were silent.

"Who am I?" Ning Gu asked, "Who are my parents? Where are they? Did you protect me for twenty-two years, or the fragments of Qi Hang for twenty-two years?"

"Who am I?" Ning Gu looked at the three people in the room. "Who can tell me?"