Super Trick or Treat System

The room where Li Huai is located is more important than the dome in the hard rock. When the priest tied his hands behind his back and threw him into the room fiercely, he had seen it for a moment. It has only one entrance, although the high wall is a crack about two feet wide that can absorb fresh air. A small room, only about 20 square feet. But he will not suffocate-the priest does not intend to die-yet.

He saw a huge yellow worker bring a large metal plate. He put it at the door; then, under the red light, he knew they had sealed him.

"I got--," he thought. "I did a lot of help. It might get their plan into trouble, check the invasion above. But Gore didn't do what I told him, otherwise it would be useless. Twenty-four hours must have passed."

Then, even with that idea, he found happiness. He said: "That means Loa is safe." "The axis is clear; she is now on her way back."

He imagined the Jana dog swiftly passing through the dark shaft. He saw the graceful and slender figure of a girl standing on the control device in his mind.

Surrounding him is a grave-like silence. His blood beats in his temple like a drum. It took a while before he knew that with the waves of movement, other faint voices had been mixed.

They came from the wall beside him, the sharp knocking sound was blocked by the distance, and the weakest whispers on the rock echoed on the rock. Tap... Tap. Long pause time. They are making dots and dashes to blur their brains.

In that terrible silence, he absorbed the pain of listening. do not have much left.

He was treated roughly by barbarians. His whole body was bruised and painful, and his thoughts were hazy and blurred. "Really," he told himself. "Guess the old beans must be cracked badly. Listen to things, and don't do that."

He tried to portray the girl again, moving towards the inner world. Is she thinking of him? of course can. He could hear her calling his name. "The dean," she said. "-." The words were repeated again, a painful, ghostly whisper-before "-——oh,-" repeated again, until he knew the sound came from above his head. Then a light flashed in the small room, and he saw her face and bowed his head.

She was next to him for a while. She said, "-, do you think I will really leave you?" She pressed her lips to his body. After discovering the light, she frantically studied the metal wire that bound her wrist, and only paused to repeat her caress, and finally he was free.

She hurriedly whispered to him: "I got to the pseudonym, and then I walked up. Their big room, open to the path of light, was empty. I pulled the lever with a rope, and the pseudonym disappeared. I can't let them use. Then I follow-I know from my voice where they take you. Now, -, what can we do? Where can we go?"

it is true! Roja is beside him. He held her in his arms, and his wounded, bleeding arm made him feel no more pain. Then, a question flashed through his mind: If this is true, what is it-what about the knocking sound he heard? Maybe this is not a dream.

He lifted a stone and slammed into the wall that was clearly the sound of knocking. He struggled to spell out his name, recalling every bit when the sender was installed on the early aircraft. He slowly spelled and waited, but only the silence moved him, blood beating in his ears. Then he heard it. The answer comes from faster hands:

"Lee Bad-this is Smith."

But Smith is dead! What does it mean to slowly type out the letters of his question: "Where are you?" The answer eliminated his last question about the facts he had heard.

This is the smithy. The others were with him because Smith said "we", they were prisoners and were kept in a living grave. But where? Smith didn't know. He only knew that they were in a large room where the rocks were broken and molten gold was spilled on the floor. There is a hole in the roof, but this hole is too small to pass through. It is a circular hole about eight inches in diameter. Then Lee Bad interrupted a word.

"Future!" he said, turning to Roa and Guangming.

The girl found a metal rope in the stray. She used it to sink herself into a cave. Now she is helping to pull the injured body into the narrow crack. Roja held onto the flamethrower tightly. They found it where she left behind.

She didn't understand the rock hitting, but she knew that when she whispered, she had a clear plan in her mind: "The first time you found my room-do you remember? Do you know?"

"I will always remember," she said simply. "Yes, I know the way."

Li Bai caught a glimpse of the vast road he had traveled time and time again, and he was a prisoner. But Roja knows about other passages that are rarely used. Then, after a while, Li Huai himself knew which direction they had to go in.

He also knew that they had followed a circular route, and his sealed room was not far from where Smithy was imprisoned. But this is the only way he can reach his goal.

When they suddenly turned sharply, he realized that they were close. Beyond that curve will be a branch lateral tunnel leading to Smith Prison.

The main runway has been abandoned by the Red Army. They often stopped to listen, and from time to time they made panic sounds and entered the side passage. They did not encounter any opposition. But now, from the angle of fishing, the sounds of rats are familiar and harsh.

The two concealed themselves again, but no one approached. "We heard this is a guard," Li Badi said softly. "They are guarding the entrance where we must go. They escaped Smith without hesitation." Then he climbed to the corner of the passage, and the flamethrower in his hand was ready.

He flinched. At present, in his opinion, it is impossible to target this weapon at them. They are barbarians, it is true, but it seems terrible to chop off creatures with such a weapon. Then he thought of the destruction that the same weapon had suffered among the people of his own world. His momentary hesitation disappeared. In the spring of a year, he jumped into an open place, where a hundred feet away, red bodies gathered, and the air above was trembling with the green jet of the weapon.

His own flamethrower became a small bright spot. Now, when he swings forward, it is furious. They don't even have time to aim weapons or open them. They were moved by the shocking attack. When Li Badi saw them fall, he still felt sick.

Some people dropped their gas cylinders in a panic and jumped to safety in a narrow branch. Knowing that he should kill them, knew it the moment they disappeared, but the uncontrollable disgust in his heart was still in his hands.

He rushed forward now, Loya still standing bravely beside him, threw down the fallen corpse through the smell of burning meat. He picked up a weapon he had dropped, pushed it into her hand, and said, "Wait a minute. If they come back, block them." Then he was rushing towards a room and up the side corridor. I was imprisoned.

The flamethrower lit the road. It showed him metal plates and smooth glass-like rocks that had melted on its edges. He smashed it with metal and called Smith's name.

The inner voice is reverberating-for miracles, the voices of disbelief and joy are almost incomprehensible, which makes them a mess of speechless shouts. Then he took a step back and pushed the impact of the weapon onto the rock on the edge of the board.

Finally, the metal plate moves, and its top slowly swings outward. Its base is supported by hard, hard rock. Then it broke free and fell to the floor, the light of the weapon exposed the dark face of the man through the black opening, and the eyes were still unbelievable.

Although they are only looking at one of their own, it must take a while to realize that their naked bodies are only wearing golden loincloth and they hold a frightening green flame weapon in their hands. A person. Then, one of them broke free from the others and unknowingly stepped over the still glowing plate, and threw his arm on the barbarian.

"President!" He stayed. "It's really you! You are still alive!"

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