Plague Doctor

Bad luck, bad luck...

In the wind, the madman shouted, and every nerve in Gu Jun's head blew up, like a worm flipping.

He heard more voices, not knowing if they were coming from around, or if they were ringing deep in his mind, or if they were coming from the bottom of his heart, and he said, "Dear Dr. Carlop, have you ever saved a man who deserves to die?"

You can't fight death, and if death bothers you, you can't do anything.

You said you did your best, but you were powerless, incompetent, ignorant.

You don't understand how death can do something more noble than living...

“Fire...!” Gu Jun bit his teeth and shouted. At a moment when consciousness could still awaken, he was in the right command: “Fire! Break these pieces, push forward, before they have regrouped, print them forward with old spirit, destroy them..."

And he thought, and everybody agreed, that Grant-Bell, Prokhorovka and others immediately gave orders to his men through the walkie-talkie.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

The large force continued to advance forward, while guarding both sides and the rear, while the sleeping 17 were taken away by medical personnel or by hugs or backs.

The black robes in the distance, like before, can be regrouped, even if they are splashed with flesh and broken into pieces.

And what's even more surprising is that the dark red flesh doesn't have to be blown apart by any black robe man to mix it all up. It's not a person's resurrection, but it's like a biomass that is constantly bonding, as if all these black robes can be combined...

At this time, there was another condition, the face of the regrouped Daoist monster, all transformed at the visible speed of the naked eye, the shape of the face, the bones, the five officials, a layer of skin growing on the face, but the head and the back of the brain were still that dark red flesh.

And in the orbit, there are no eyes, there are only two groups of flesh.

Grant Bell and the others didn't realize it, but Gu Jun recognized that it was the dead face of the newborn club, with no expression, more than a corpse.

You seem curious about what we are, who we are...

Isn't the answer always in your mind?

When you look in the mirror, do you really think you can see yourself? Faces, faces, really foolish stuff.

Suddenly, the faces of those black robes with dead faces changed again. The whole face fell off the floor and then melted under their feet. At the same time, the face was shrinking, the five officials were changing, new skin was born, and became the face of a young girl, the face of Xie Yiman.

But in the orbit, it's also two cloudy flesh, and you can't see a spot of magic.

For boom boom boom, this head was blown open by a large caliber bullet, yet this headless figure just swayed slightly, and the head agglomerated again.

Is she your patient? You think you saved her, so why is her face here?

You put so much effort into it, you put so much effort into it, you comforted her, you healed her, you arranged her... that's what you did, and you called it saving her.

You didn't, you didn't save her, you didn't save the next one.

Gu Jun was feeling a crack in his head. Like tens of millions of parasites about to break out of his head, he suddenly heard a painful scream.

This is a familiar voice. He turned his head and saw that the square face of Xue Ba, not far from him, was filled with painful paleness. “Ah... Ah-jun, ah, bad luck...”

Sheba's rifle drowned and his right hand just covered his heart, suddenly falling straight down and his muscles tightened like rocks.

“Uncle Egg, save, save...!” Gu Jun doesn't know if he can bark, because his consciousness seems to be swimming away.

But he saw Uncle Egg over there running over with people and medical boxes. Wu Shiyu was running to him: "Xianjun?” And Peacock and Ink Qing rushed to hit Xue Bao's old spiritual mark, but this didn't work. Xue Bao's eyes were widening and his pupils were spreading, and Uncle Egg said, “Heartbeat stopped, norepinephrine, quick! ”

“Fuck...” Shinning heard from the walkie-talkie, how Sheba suddenly fell down...

This guy had a recent experience where every metric was in poor health, and he was showing off everywhere. This guy can eat a few kilos of beef at a time. This guy has also enrolled in a lot of classes to refresh himself in order to sell those cold-door knowledge...

How is it possible, suddenly, to fall?

Is there a mental assault? Where, where did it come from?

“Xian Jun, how are you?” Wu Shiyu noticed that something was wrong with Gu Jun and held his arm forward. She screamed almost painfully.

In the moment she touched him, she fell into the abyss, or he pushed her away with difficulty, “Don't touch me... I have unusual powers...”

“Conqueror worm.” He also walked up to Deng Xie Mai and muttered in vain. He was also disturbed by an objection. “It was the power of the conqueror worm. Captain Xue listened... He listened, and death ended him...”

Conqueror worm? Gu Jun had a buzzing noise in his ear, and the letter from Lygia came back to mind...

[End it, let death end it all, but death is another beginning.

The cry in the wind got louder, bad luck, bad luck, and that sounded like Shelby's loud voice.

At the same time, Grant-Bell and others were both surprised and commanding the battle. They saw that they were getting closer to the indestructible flesh monsters in front of them, and the distance was only a hundred meters or two away. They asked Gu Jun what to do, but Gu Jun also lost his soul-like speech...

“He's thinking!” Wu Shiyu explained that Lu Xianning took over the front command: “Keep fighting first! ”

The crowd also continued to fire, ready to strike old spirits a short distance away.

It's just that a lot of people have a little suspicion in their minds. Will printing old prints really work? Look at Xue Ba now...

Gunshots thumped, flesh splattered, and fire intensified, but these monsters condensed faster. In the wilderness ahead, several shadows have been re-condensed. These shadows have condensed faces, all the same square face, which is Xuebao's face.

It's just that the original tenacity and hardness, they're all creeps and perverts.

Gu Jun looked at the freaky faces, Xie Yiman's, Xue Ba's, the dead face, as if he had his own...

His consciousness grew blurred and he looked at the layers of people around him, everything seemed to be stalled and everything seemed to be distorted.

He could feel himself dissipating, but this state of affairs also made him suddenly understand something.

“This is a tragedy called Man, and the main character is the conqueror worm. ”

“The fruits of darkness grow from the ancient abyss, and the worms of death will endure with the heavens and the earth. ”

Suddenly on the stage comes death, bringing bad luck, bringing bad luck to the conqueror worm.

The conqueror worm is the son of bad fortune.

The son of bad fortune, is the conqueror worm.