Plague Doctor

The ground beneath his feet was sticky and thick, and Gu Jun's shade of cold continued to grow. The transport in the meat pipeline did not stop for a second.

His strength is dropping, his thirsty throat begins to feel septic, his leg muscles are getting heavier and his left hand, tied to the tourniquet, is swollen.

His mental strength is also decreasing, and each pipeline gradually becomes like a connection to his body, with the opposite limbs, the opposite skin, the opposite blood… attempting to alienate him.

He must act.

Time is against him.

The longer time passes, the more vulnerable he becomes, and eventually, even without the presence of the enemy, he will die trapped here as a raw material for human tissue.

But there's not much Gu Jun can try to do. He first struck an old mark on a main pipe and wanted to see how it would react, but it was like throwing a small stone into the ocean, and the tiny ripples that were struck could just be hallucinations.

He lifted the QSG92 again, or he pulled the trigger toward the main pipe, bang!

The spark splashed, his back seat vibrated his shoulder, and his left tail tore up violently.

The only thing you can see in your eyes is a slight ripple in the outer skin of the pipe that was hit by a bullet.

But the clear membranous skin didn't rupture, everything was still going on, not even a bit of amniotic fluid or blood filament leaked, like the shooting just happened.

Gu Jun didn't see where the bullet went. He searched the surrounding ground and couldn't see it. He remembered that Cao Yizheng's clothes could also be cloned before. I'm afraid there is another definition of matter here. The boundary between dead and living things is not so clear.

That bullet may have become the hair of some strange baby.

The main road could not be moved, and Gu Jun tried to strike an old mark and shoot at a transport pipeline with a deformed tentacle, which was also ineffective.

“Phew...”

Gu Jun appealed and wiped the sweat off his forehead. The air here is very cloudy and the oxygen content is very low. To be precise, he cannot be sure that he is breathing oxygen. His heart and lungs are getting more dull. This is also one of the reasons for his rapid decline in physical and mental strength.

“Salt rain, Wu Shiyu, can you hear me? I'm trapped. ”

He cried out in a spiritual dialogue, even before the forest on the ground, at some moments he heard Wu Shiyu's voice very precisely.

It was like she was right next to me, screaming, "That's not human, that's monster!” Something like that.

She seemed to see something else from another dimension. It's not surprising if she came with a dream.

Besides, not in dreams, her senses and her mind can see things that no one else can see.

If the salt rain was here, maybe she could see where the breakthrough was, which pipeline could be destroyed.

Gu Junmao tried to send a message. The temples on both sides became tighter, the pace was more sour, and his eyelids were a little hard to open.

Boom, boom, boom...

The pulsating sounds of the surrounding ducts seemed to replace his heart beating sounds, the various vertical and horizontal staggered ducts were to replace his intestines, his blood vessels… He suddenly burst into a strong chest tightness and nausea, wanting to vomit like a car sickness.

“The dark forces here are eroding me... this may not last an hour...”

Gu Jun shook his sore head and sobered himself up. He reminded himself of what it was like to train all over the world and focused his attention on it.

It's just that the confusion in his mind didn't obey the orders of consciousness, and he kept pouring, pulling him into a more agitated mood.

He even had some doubts about whether he had been forced into the place, right or wrong, or whether he had been trapped.

“Calm down, calm down. ”

Things are moving in the direction that the enemy wants, an environment that drives the wise into madness.

Gu Jun closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Those unrest calmed down a little. The spirit gradually gathered in the light of the power of Sunset City.

There is another way to try…

Not spells, spells only consume more of his spiritual power and increase his erosion. It's not a good choice to resist the power of the Black Goat here.

Besides, this is a dark creature's paradise, heaven, nest... summon a little nightmare, it may turn into another foreign object, belonging to one of the tens of thousands of grandchildren of the forest's black goat, the summoner immediately phagocyzes himself.

The way he figured it out, it was the Callup anatomy.

These devices exert different powers than spells, old stamps, firearms.

Gu Jun reopened his eyes and took Carlop's scalpel in his right hand to the transport pipeline with his deformed tentacles.

Because each of these tubes is huge, even the staggered small gaps give him plenty of room to walk through even the most crowded areas. In order to reduce the influence of dark forces, he had previously chosen to walk a distance of six or seven meters from the various pipelines, closest to each other.

Now, as he approached the past step by step, the thumping pulsations became clearer and clearer, like impact.

With only about three meters left, he smelled a strange smell of blood in the air, not one step further.

“Breathe, breathe...” Gu Jun had difficulty breathing. The fine sweat on his forehead flowed to his chin, but he had no time to wipe it down, nor could he be divorced from this god.

Once that agglomerated spirit is dispersed, confused thoughts, strange breaths, and metaphorically strange odors will all be weighed down, he may faint.

Bang, bang, only meters away, Gu Jun's face almost attached to the pipeline's transparent membranous skin, so close to a group of hands conveyed in the pipeline, he could see clearly the skin pattern of this tentacle.

Let's call it skin. From a distance it looks like a bloody broken piece of meat. From a close view, it's a dark red-haired brown cortex. The interwoven lines on it are 10,000 times more complex than the bark, and it looks like a vortex with countless ripples.

Gu Jun also feels acutely that his spirit is being drawn into the vortex. This tentacle itself can disturb the spirit...

His mind flashed with a pessimistic and horrifying picture of this tentacled alien life chasing ordinary people in the streets of the city, like a dead man chasing ordinary people in Hawk City... bloodstained the city.

Grasping the anatomical knife in his hand, he tried to keep his mind down, and Gu Jun's eyes stopped focusing on the tentacles he was constantly transporting, but on the pipe skin itself.

The right hand swung suddenly, and the sharp blade paddled forward on the outer skin of the pipe, fast as if nothing had happened.

But that feeling has been told to Gu Jun, it has been scored, and... it has been broken.

The clear membrane-shaped skin shrunk abnormally, but it couldn't hold out a crack that was drawn out.

The crack force is widening rapidly, the faint yellow liquid flows out, suddenly there is a rumbling noise, a lot of liquid with the tentacles inside, the levee generally gushes out.