Dark Blood Age

Half……

As the rain fell and the earth reappeared into darkness, the blade shadow light of that array disappeared, except for the bug squeaking and screaming, no more movement of the cape man could be heard.

Everyone upstairs looked at each other in opposition: finally stopped?

Inevitably, he sighed in a dark sigh of relief, and the insect would gradually dissipate after the person died.

That's what everyone thinks...

In the moment, the sword light rises again!

Liu Tiesheng and others bounced directly from the floor. Those swordlights, transmitted from the darkness of the layer, seemed to have been piled to the bottom by dense herd bugs.

I can't believe he's still alive!

Dark Warrior can be so powerful?

The heartstrings of the people suddenly became tight and began a new tangle.

But eventually, a “monster" appeared, making their "thoughts on the left” look like they had eaten a heartbeat pill, but letting their "thoughts on the right” collapse directly.

“Purple, purple, purple, purple, purple, purple flame demon worm!” Wang Qishun sat on the floor with his butt trembling, stuttering and curling, his face white, like a corpse.

The purple flame bug, most people here have only heard the legend, even qualified to meet, but the remarkable characteristic of it: the beard of the flame and the scalloped armor of the circumference still make it difficult for them to identify the devil of the world.

None of the rumors could kill this demon alone. Only one person in the West Side has killed a purple flame demon worm. But that was a myriad of rumors. At that time, there were at least 100 rumors in Jinling City every day flying in and out of the sky. One person killed a demon worm. The rumors are mild. Most suspiciously, there are rumors that there are people in Jinling City who have negotiated some kind of "deal” with the worm king...

The people on this floor are the lower-level figures of Jinling City's rights. Liu Tiesheng and others have only been holding guns for half a month, while Edgar and other researchers are also marginal figures in the General Research Department. They don't even know Dark Warriors, let alone higher secrets.

So when it was confirmed that it was the purple flame bug that appeared, they avoided the window and feared that the bug would find them. If the bug sat on the floor with his big eyes glaring at him, no one would ever make a foolish noise again: would the cloak man outside die or not?

Even Wang Qishun, who was most worried about the cape man's death, closed his mouth tightly.

The answer has become final in everyone's mind, except that the reactions in each person's mind are different.

After a while, it seemed to calm down outside, leaving only some bugs running one after another.

Liu Tiesheng tried hard to find the topic: “Old Yang, are you still chasing people? ”

He seems to have forgotten that he did not actually agree with Yang Dong's suggestion, but he was surprised why he inadvertently said what Yang Dong should have said.

“Ah!” Yang Dong's conditional launch shocked, muttering: “Wait, when the bug retreated, let's see if the person is dead. ”

In case, even one in a million chance, if the cape man is not dead, the man expelled can only have one consequence for them, which is that the man who makes this strong to the extreme will know from these men that they still have food in their hands, and if he wants to rob them, he will not be qualified for itching with his three broken guns.

“Is it still alive? Yang, are you kidding me? You always predicted he wouldn't live!” Wang Qishun said with some “excitement”, as if he was begging Yang Dong to change his mouth immediately, and sentenced the cape man outside to die. It seemed that only then could he have a little Q-style sense of self-security, so that he would feel that the worm would not rush in with the cape man.

However, he was overstretched and the time had long passed and the bugs had not rushed into the building.

* * * * * *

half an hour later

Chu Yun rose short in the gap of a wall section, his throat dramatically swallowed the non-existent saliva, breathing heavily, trying to gasp horribly, like trying to scrape all the trachea.

He had reached the point of exhaustion. Had it not been for the final release of the purple flame bug, which was still in its "debilitating phase”, he had briefly retreated from all sides of the bug, wondering whether he could still climb out of the bug heap and hide in the small town that had been damaged by artillery fire in the development area.

Chu Yunsheng groaned, his stomach ached sharply. He couldn't see the truth in the dark. He pulled out a bunch of cloth strips from inside the tenor and tore them apart. He tampered with them and stuck them in his mouth.

Lifting the cape, he stuck a golden beetle's pointy foot in his belly, and the blood followed the ruptured armor, stained with his lower body.

His scalp broke against the cement wall, his feet slipped on the broken brick floor, wrapped the slippery “pointy foot” with a cloth strip, suddenly breathed a few breaths, glared eyes, his hands trembled to grip the "pointy foot”, from the painful one by one from the small abdomen, will slowly pull the "pointy foot” out, every bit pulled out, his teeth fatally bite the cloth in his mouth broken, his face burst a sweaty blush...

Chu Yunsheng did not know how deeply injured he was, nor could he see the horrible blood on the "spike foot”. All he remembered was that at that time, he had endured countless shocks of armor. In the open place of the cape, he cracked a gap. Among his insect feet, one suddenly stabbed him in the abdomen from the gap. The overload running six-pack immediately protected him, and he immediately collapsed. He had to wave his sword to cut off the insect foot.

Thanks also to the last key protection of the Six Characters, or the wormfoot stabbing the pair, I'm afraid the blood alone will have to bleed dry!

Chu Yunsheng turned his body, backed against the cement wall, sat on the ground, he had been weak to the extreme point, pulled several times, before being taken out by the tooth dead glued cloth, opened his mouth, rolled his white eyes, half a noise before slowing the head.

There were clean bandages and hemostatic drugs in the possession, but he had lost his mind in searching for them in the body space, flipping out some clothes in chaos, tearing them into strips, retreating to the armor, and tightening the wounds on his abdomen.

Severe pain made his two legs, constantly nerve-firing beating, he inserted a thousand swords around him, held the dark energy gun tightly, looked to the dark painted sky, expecting a slight light in the sky, conscious trance every inch...

* * * * * *

It's late at night.

The town regained its silence, a figure kicked out of the door at the bottom of a building, climbed a few steps forward in panic, tried to run back, but heard a click loaded with bullets, the figure stagnated suddenly, hesitated to struggle for a moment, finally helplessly climbed to the ground and touched the past on the dark painted street.

He tied a rope to his body and the other part of the rope extended into the building's hidden door, sending it out little by little.

After a while, a sharp scream and a cry for help rang deep in the dark, the body was straightened up and then weakened again.

Lock the door as quickly as possible, hold your breath, and raise your ears to hear the movement outside.

A scattered red beetle, clamping a half-cut body, spraying excess mucus, hissing low, quickly moving its steel-like legs and running towards the mucus land...

An hour later, whispers came from inside the building door.

“The bugs are gone? ”

“Want to send someone out again? ”

“Send who? ”

“Go get that nigger! He'll have to kill us sooner or later! ”

“What if he brings in bugs? ”

“You idiot, it's so dark, only bugs can see, how can he see? By the time he saw it, he was already dead in the hands of the bugs, and we also knew...”

……

The rope was slowly dragged back, with only fleshly and vaguely half-cutted bodies and viscera glued to it.

* * * * * *

Chu Yunsheng suddenly woke up, he seemed to hear a human scream, he supported himself to do well, the wound was still in severe pain, but the blood was no longer spilling, and the resilience of the melting elements was playing their role.

He listened quietly to the half-sound, but heard no more noise.

Probably dreaming about it again. Didn't all the people in Jinling disappear? Chu Yunsheng said to himself.

He found the elementary character, restored vigor in a gloomy way, the darkness has not yet passed, the meta energy is exhausted, the attack meta character is exhausted, the sealed golden beetle was torn by the insect herd on the spot, only the purple flame demon worm is completely dying in the character, it has no effect, at this time if another insect herd, he will have to shoot himself!

Microlight, as long as the microlight returns to the world, Chu Yunsheng is confident to find a safe place to avoid insects.

And tonight will be the hardest night to survive.

* * * * * *

“Oh, MyGod! Liu, you can't do this! Please, please...” Edgar cried bitterly on his knees. He didn't want to resist, but he couldn't resist behind his head against the mouth of a black hole.

“Shut the fuck up, Wang. Tie him up, Wang, Wang?” Yang Dong impatiently scolded, his eyes swept through a group of researchers who were once tall, a sensory oil that somehow controlled their lives and deaths, but still gave them some morbid pleasure.

He turned around slightly, but got angry again and said, “Fuck you, little king, you're so fucking pathetic! What are you afraid of? How long does it take to shake a rope? You watch Black Egg, I'll figure it out! ”

Wang Lishun quickly retracted his hands as if relieved, hurriedly fell and ran behind Edgar, afraid Yang Dong might regret it.

Yang Dong raised his gun, spit in disdainfully, and walked towards the half-cutted body.

When Edgar saw the prayer that the "gun troika” was useless, he turned his attention to the weak researchers, eagerly awaiting their courtesy.

But everyone was avoiding his crying eyes, either bowing their heads or shaking their heads helplessly, and nobody dared speak up.

Edgar knew he could not escape, and he murmured with dismay: “There was a story... that they killed Jews, and I didn't speak - because I wasn't Jewish; then they killed trade unionists, and I didn't speak - because I wasn't a trade unionist; then they killed Catholics, and I didn't speak - because I was Protestant; finally they ran to me and nobody stood up for me anymore...”

Before he finished, Yang Dong blocked his mouth hard. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)