Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I took a deep breath, and the cold air seemed to punch a hole in my lungs. (an reading, please remember me) [This article comes from \ 'Crazy Look \'] I feel the stomach seems to be cramping, the soul seems to be split in half, half fear and pain, the other half is very calm. I feel that in the world around me, every tiny dust can't escape its own perception, as if the power of chain judgment is gradually awakening, but because of this, it will be sensitive to the abnormalities in the dark.

Yes, this is not normal, something is wrong. I hope this just scares myself.

The longitudinal wheelchair turned around the excavated grave, trying to find a clue. Who is buried here? Who digs her or it for any reason. Whenever it is unethical to disturb the peace of the dead, it will be the beginning of terror in many admonitions handed down from ancient times. With a shovel on my body, I had the idea that I might need to dig a grave. This made me feel like I was a sinner digging this grave on this lonely night.

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

The body was gone, and the dirt was removed. Occasionally, it was possible to find the fabric that was suspected of being torn from the deceased, but there was nothing to prove the identity of the deceased. The thieves are humans, not other wild animals, and the pits are dug very regularly, with shovel marks left on them.

I bent down, rubbing the floating soil thinly, and the sound of beast-like breathing from the filter seemed to be able to smell the rotten and muddy smells in the air. I want to get even a slight clue from them, however, the only thing I know is that the comer is more than one step faster than me. Whether it was her or him, the work was really clean. There were no footprints left on the ground, probably because there was still snow on the ground, and now the footprints melted together with the snow.

I wiped the tombstone with rags and wiped it with moisture. As a result, it was just a slate-shaped mountain stone that the person who built the tomb did not know where to find it. The surface was unusually rough. Still a big bump. There is no identity of the deceased person engraved on Ranwen Fiction Net, nor the name of Ranwen Fiction Net, nor the epitaph of Ranwen Fiction Net. No one concealed it deliberately. It was the way it was, and the texture of the stone surface was very normal.

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

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the woods, which awakened me from contemplation. I turned my head sensitively and looked in that direction. There was only a dark, dim and dead silhouette in the flashlight. But I still feel that there is something running from there.

Although I haven't seen it on Ranwen Fiction Net, the sound is a bit different from the normal natural sound. As you know, this is intuitive.

There was another noise passing by from the left. When I turned the flashlight, it was no longer there.

I suspect it is a beast. Although I have been in the forest for such a long time, I have not seen half a beast. I told myself that it had only been hidden before, but this explanation made me feel that I was facing a smart and patient hunter. In addition, there may be people, perhaps the thief, if they are the guards of the mountain patrol, they rushed up and caught me long ago, so there is no need to make such a mystery.

The sound subsided for a while, and then it rang again. This time, that time, it was like an agile monkey, constantly leaping in all directions. The pause between the sounds became tight, and a strong momentum was brewing, which made me feel like I was surrounded.

I did n’t yell at Ranwen Fiction Net. Years of fighting let me know that both sound and sight can be deceiving. Regardless of what is hidden in the shadows and the number, there is only one choice-pick up your weapon and fight hard.

I fixed the flashlight on the wheelchair and adjusted the aperture to the maximum. In this way, the maximum distance that the beam can reach is shortened, but the range is doubled. I stopped turning, letting the sound slosh, I just stared forward with my crossbow. The sound stopped, and at the corners of my eyes, the mist floating in the darkness changed, and the scale fire seemed to be giving way to something, slowly drifting to other places.

What a good target. I pretended that I did n’t have a sense of literary novels, but my fingers were rubbing on the trigger. The anticipation of the upcoming battle made my spirit highly active.

The sound rang again, suddenly and suddenly. When I came, I said to myself that the crossbow had turned to the direction of the corner of the eye, and before the outline became clear, I pulled down the trigger hard. (Please remember to read an)

The sound of a crossbow arrow cutting through the air, the bowstring humming, and the shadow-like outline suddenly flew back into the darkness. It's not clear, maybe I should make it shoot closer, but that would be more dangerous. The other party's degree is too fast. I am not sure what will happen if I fight back one step slower with this thin body now.

There is no painful voice in the darkness, judging from experience, it should be hit. Is it dead, or worse, it is licking the wound and planning a second attack. For the time being, there is no literary novel network and its companions rushed out. I hope it is because there is no second literary novel network.

The longitudinal wheelchair drove in the direction in which the enemy fell. Ten meters away was a large rock covered with moss and vines. I failed to find the trail of the enemy, it disappeared like air. The mist seemed to become more intense, and the eye protection glass of the mask was covered with moisture. I wiped and wiped it, but it didn't work at all. Although hesitated, I still had to remove the mask, otherwise it would be more dangerous.

The damp and cold air invaded my respiratory tract with its original taste and feeling, as if the nasal cavity had to come out of water, which was a suffocating feeling. I seem to hear the sound of water from a distance. Is there water in this place? The thought just circulated in the brain for a while and then dissipated. This is not important, the important thing is that I must leave quickly, but I don't know how to go back.

I stepped back, looking for traces of the time when I came, just stopped and walked, and stopped and walked again, while adjusting to the state of being ready while watching for any abnormalities that might arise in the dark.

Withdrawing from the area surrounded by phosphor fire, I can no longer see them from the fog. There was a drop of water on the tree, hitting fallen leaves, stumps and stones, making a rattling sound like a faucet leaking. After a while, some water droplets hit the back of my hand, making me raise an abnormal feeling again-seems warmer than before? I looked at the back of my hand, and it turned out to be **** crimson that was about to dry up.

My heart suddenly shrank, and I raised my crossbow to the top of my head. The sight in the field of vision made me almost stop breathing. In the heavy fog, in the shade of the trees, squatting on a strange thing that I don't know how to describe, the aggressive scarlet eyes suddenly focused on my Body. It appears as a human-shaped silhouette, but it can be seen at a glance that it is not a human being, nor a gorilla or monkey, nor a humanoid creature that has existed in this world.

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

The woods made a stormy sound in the night wind, like a signal, they jumped down.

I immediately pulled the trigger, but a crossbow can only shoot through a monster. They don't know what it means to be scared at all, and they don't mean to evade the attack on me. Perhaps their wisdom is enough to let them know that I am only a person, and they lack the means to deal with attacks from above.

Yes, the barrage that can be produced is too thin compared to the number of bows and crossbows in their hands. I let the wheelchair turn around, travel backwards, constantly changing the magazine, shooting, changing the magazine, shooting. This special crossbow can use special magazines, but the magazine can only hold five crossbow arrows at a time, and the length of this crossbow is only one-fifth of the normal crossbow arrows, which means that the quasi-head, lethality and damage range are sharply reduced.

Despite the large number of monsters, there are still crossbow arrows that have not hit the enemy, and even if they hit, they do not know whether the damage to it is large or small. Because the monsters that are shot, even if they only hit the arm and the arm, these monsters will disperse like smoke.

The wheelchair backed off quickly, and the uneven ground affected my aiming at all times, but at least it made me temporarily out of the range of the monster jumping. These monsters ran after me as soon as they landed, and they didn't attack immediately, but concentrated on the left and right sides, as if just preventing me from escaping their encirclement.

These **** things are playing with me. I feel hot, and my blood seems to be constantly heated, almost boiling. I exhaled a heavy, white mist with heat, and smashed the crossbow that fired the crossbow towards a monster that was thrown up, and then turned in the direction of the wheelchair and rushed towards the monsters on the left.

I can't see the appearance of these monsters, I just think they have a face with a painful expression. They opened their mouths wide, but did not make any sound, but instead highlighted the power of this pain and torture. At that moment, many pictures flashed in my mind. In the torture piece by piece, those people kept being tortured, died, tortured, and died again, and the screaming sounded as if they had penetrated through time and space into my ears, trying Let me feel the martial arts, the Holy King, the Holy King, the sacred king, the night kill the god, the throne, the throne, the strongest abandonment of the young clan, the royal family Martial Qiankun will kill the God of the Immortal Throne in the night and ask the Demon Ao Ninth Heaven to be the strongest to abandon the Shaozhou Zhou royal family.

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

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

The mist and moisture breathing into the nasal cavity also became hot, and I smelled the smell of sulfur, the smell of char, and I couldn't tell exactly what was burned, more like everything was burning. Stones, trees, grass roots, vines, and even the mist becomes a halo that evaporates in flames.

I told myself that all this is an illusion. I don't know how this illusion was generated, maybe it came from the toxin in the mist, maybe it was from the paradise I had been injected with, maybe it was the power of these monsters. But it is so real, this is simply hell, the karma of **** is surrounding me.

These monsters from **** are full of **** smell, as if they were peeled, and there are red and black scars all over. They are like monkeys, running upright for a while and landing on all fours, turning this unusual world into their own territory.

Okay, I must admit that I am in desperation, but the strange and desperate battlefield, I can pass more than once

I pressed the shooting mechanism in the wheelchair, and the "bee needle" spewed out like rain, and the monsters turned into ashes or mist like bubbles. The wheelchairs dodge their slams, and when they are too close, I pull out the iron knife and slash it. However, even if they are close to me, I still cannot see their facial features.

I can no longer determine the direction of the wheelchair. I only know everything that kills my eyes and escapes to any place where I can pass. However, I gradually realized that no matter how much I killed, there would not seem to be any reduction in their number.

My heart is about to twitch, and I start to feel like I'm going to be out of breath. My arms are sour and tired, all the ammunition has been shot out, and the monsters are still catching up. They attacked me and were killed by me again and again.

Their attacks are so monotonous, and they do not learn how to avoid them. But it is this kind of attack that can be swarmed all over, but it gives people a hint of hope, let me know that they are so angry. Double knife.

I am very tired and want to lie down. But my mind is still sober, no, I do n’t know if my mind is sober, but I can still think about something.

For example, all this is an illusion; for example, how can one get rid of this **** illusion. I know I'm still struggling, I haven't given up.

As long as Ranwen Fiction Network has not given up, and Ranwen Fiction Network has not died, then everything will not end.

The creaking noise of the wheelchair, I haven't been able to give a "bad" sigh, and my body fell heavily on the ground and rolled several times. In the faint flashlight halo, a pit was not far from the wheelchair. After the wheelchair was overturned, the wheels whizzed out. In this rugged mountainous land, it is really a big miracle that it is only being torn down now.

My head, shoulders, elbows, thighs, knees, etc., were either scratched or scratched. In short, there is no pain in Ranwen.com. One iron knife fell not far away, the other did not see. My feet have long stopped listening, and my crippled man can only struggle to climb forward, holding the iron knife in his hands only. At this moment, wind came down on my back. I do n’t care about three, seven, twenty-one, turning around and wielding the sword, the monster that almost fell on my body was cut off by the waist, and the whole body was instantly dispersed into ashes or smoke.

Maybe I was shocked by my attack. Maybe they haven't played enough. Who knows? Until I panted and sat upright with my iron knife, these monsters just surrounded me, and I did not attack again.

Green eyes stared at me, and I stared at them without fear, the atmosphere was silent and frozen for a while.

Soon, I realized that they did not actively want to stop, because they gave people a sense of hesitation and fear, and seemed to be afraid of something.

I don't know when the surrounding scenery has returned to normal. There will be no more fires, no more burning, no more tortured screams, only the roaring night breeze, the swaying woods, and the dense fog. I wiped the tip of my nose carefully. Except for the heavy moisture, I didn't smell the **** and charred odor.

What broke the silence was a hoarse cry.

—Gah, quah, quah.

I can't be more familiar with this voice, but it appears here, it makes me feel a kind of fatal incredible.

That was the crow's cry.

Wings fluttering, a black bird all over the tree fell on my head. In the mist, the silhouette looked sideways, as if looking at the monsters.

As far as its eyes are concerned, the monsters seem to see the natural enemies, retreating one by one, and have been retreating into the depths of the fog, jumping into the shadowy canopy, just like the rewind when they came, hidden in it and looked again Not yet.

My body is like a scale, falling back heavily. The hand holding the knife is too hard to release the handle.

I lay in the woodland and looked up at the crow that was quietly on the branch.

"Is it you? Quark."

—Gah, quah, quah.

"Ha, haha, hahaha ... cough, cough, cough ..." I can't figure out how I feel at this moment. I just covered my face with my hands and laughed wildly, coughing straight, as if to be It's like coughing up my lungs.

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

I looked up at the sky, and the silence of the night surrounded me, but there was no horror at this time. I do n’t know what the monsters are, but I just feel that as long as the quark is by my side, everything will be fine. I had bruises all over the body, but I was the one who fell out of this body, and those monsters didn't leave a mark on me.

Waste They are all waste you can do. Gao Chuan is in the forest shrouded in mist. I said so loudly to myself.

I climbed up, every inch of bone, every muscle was painfully fainting. I haven't had the time to cover up the traces of the fight, what should I do, but I have to make an excuse for this injury during the day, it doesn't matter, it's not difficult.

I pushed the wheelchair up and tried to climb the wheelchair on my own. It failed after two failures, but if you think this is a good start, then it is. Real men always have a way to live optimistically in adversity.

The wheelchair was not broken, but the motor stopped and could not be started. I pushed the wheel with both hands and came under the big tree, raised my arm, and the crow fell on my arm with flapping wings. Ah, I remember the days when I was still living in that city a few months ago. Since that time, I always took it with me and encountered various things together ~ www.readwn.com ~ There are good and bad, some people leave, some people are waiting, only it ... And my river, 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 stopped flowing.

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

Zhen Jiang, Sakuya, Shirai, Morino, Father Sisam, Dorothy, Marceau, Eight Scenes, Color System ... and all of the Joy Ode Team and more people.

"I'm going back, I'm going back, I'm going back, I'm going back ..." I muttered to myself while pushing the wheelchair in a certain direction.

Although my future is just as perplexed as it was at this time, I have never failed, not discouraged at all. Because now I have survived successfully? Despite being embarrassed, he accomplished what he wanted to do. Like this, like the past, like now, step by step, one day ...

Will definitely go back. . ...

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