Plague Doctor

“If you can hear… we… are good… please do not tell… others… weaken the signal… we… help… symbols…"

In a hazy space, Gu Jun heard the mysterious signal again, which seemed to be another group.

Symbol, that split cross.

Gu Jun saw from the watercolor painting flying over the sky, the four lines that divided the cross floated in the painting paper, emitting a strange light... his mind suddenly had a strange feeling, remembering what this woman's voice had just said.

Am I precious now? If she eats me, she can actually come to the world?

Is it because of this... because I can receive signals that no one else can receive? Because I'm mentally and physically abnormal?

Stress headache is not due to the continuous avoidance of PTSD, the abnormalities of self are affected by this condition...

Looking at that symbol, the stranger becomes clearer.

Suddenly, a girl caught the watercolor painting in her hand. When she saw it, she was about to tear it apart. Gu Jun was both inspired by the disconcerting feeling and was furious. "You are not allowed to touch... the painting of salt rain!” His whole body dissipated like ice and snow, and he chewed his teeth and jumped away from the group of girls who beat him.

“Brother Xian Jun, you are not a good boy.” Xiao Kedou sighed, holding the anatomical cut was about to cut off his finger.

Gu Jun didn't stand still, felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, but was struck in the back of his brain by another girl with that anatomical hammer. He also held the anatomical needle and the anatomical tweezer. Their faces became as strange as a suction attack and made a cursing strange noise: “You are not good!!! ”

“Stop pretending to be a child!” He shouted furiously, striking an old branchy spiritual mark with his right hand, while his spirit was as clear and powerful as it used to be.

The old imprint blasted forward with his long-standing backlog of depression and anger.

The screaming of a group of girls who were being hit in the front was even more creepy. In a moment, Gu Jun saw them shaking their petite shadows, as if a layer of skin had fallen off, revealing swollen and rotten corpses, dark, ugly and disgusting.

“Ah, the things of the Israelites... hahaha...” The female voice laughed, slightly colder, “a bunch of pathetic bugs played by my lord, oh no, they can't even compare to bugs. ”

The first time Gu Jun heard the name, "Nakert's Copy," the Israelite? Bugs?

I don't know what her “Lord” is, but she said she worships a thousand faces...

There are 520 girls, all of them shadows, all of them the same person.

“Brother, don't think you can climb with technology like the Israelites do.” The woman said, "‘Technology’ is just a toy the gods throw at mortals. As long as it's a mortal, it never knows anything about true divinity or technology. ”

As she spoke, the piano became more exciting, and the swollen old man changed the song, his thin hands bouncing like a flying ten fingers.

“Want to know? Come on, come on, lick my ass, then I'll tell you a little secret! ”

The woman shouted and Gu Jun suddenly saw all kinds of girl shadows swelling and twisting rapidly. Their already seemingly naive and rotten faces were all getting old, turning into a wrinkled old skin full of old man spots, like cracked oak bark.

Half of these little girls have become weird old witches, as have the little beans, little walnuts, and so on.

“That's your face...” Gu Junsha said, the wound on his shoulder is still bleeding. “You are not the little beans, nor my sister at all... you are the queen of the night, a witch, an old witch...”

“You want a family, I'll be your sister.” A woman makes a silver bell laugh like a teenage girl, and those wrinkly old faces grin, "Little brother, if you like beautiful women, I can also portray you as beautiful women, all kinds of beautiful women. ”

Gu Jun looked at the witches and girls around him and finally looked away, the piano, the piano under the tree.

That should be the point. He's about to rush over, but the girls' shadows get in the way, "What are you going to do?” “Brother, don't. ”

“Die away!” Gu Jun kicked over a girl's figure and made an old mark. These are just fakes, but their childish screams still made him a little confused, and the old print took a lot of mental energy, and his body began to show signs of strength again...

“Brother, my good brother, let us be happy together. ”

Suddenly, Gu Jun's abdomen suffered a severe pain and was stabbed to the right side of his abdomen with an anatomical needle by an old witch.

The old witch licked the blood from the anatomical needle and the woman laughed softly: "Your blood is really fresh...”

At this moment, a bang exploded, and the old witch's swollen head exploded violently...

But without flesh and blood, it was either flesh and blood, or some black crumbling, like the mud that had been deposited in the pool before.

Gu Jun was shocked, it was a large-calibre bullet, it was a sniper shot...

“Ah!” the female voice suddenly became irritated, "The guy in the way, really annoying, annoying, annoying...”

“Girls and witches are the same wicked!” Gu Jun shouted, realizing that the reinforcements had come, "it was all a lie! Kill that piano first. Fire the missile. Come on, blow it up!” He shouted and squeezed it aside, not blocking the path of the gun.

As his voice fell, a miniature missile flew from above, through this dark and sinister oak forest, just beneath the tree in the middle of the black piano.

Boom! The piano suddenly stopped, turning into mud in the explosion with the swollen old man.

In an instant, all the remaining shadows of the girl were turned into old witches, and then the path burst away and a layer of mud was smeared all over the forest. There was only one shadow left in the eye, a skinny body full of cloth, a wrinkled old face, wrinkled body, two dry and ugly dead leather bags hanging from the chest, hands as long as chicken claws, standing by the original piano.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

After shooting, Gu Jun turned his head and looked. He saw a group of people walking out of there. They held a rifle in their hands and shot at the figure.

It's the GOA Concentrator Team! Shinning, Deng Xiaomei, Helen Claire, et al., Wu Shiyu also came.

This is a group of beautiful women, Gu Jun couldn't help but whisper...

Boom, boom, boom, the gun didn't stop, the old witch shot backwards and backwards, all over the splash.

The woman's voice became dull, full of discomfort, and she laughed strangely: “Hahaha... dear brother, I knew this would be a Magic Flute, but this game is just beginning... I've found you... be good...”

Boom! That ugly old corpse-like body burst into a pile of mud.