Plague Doctor

The wind whistled, the desolate tunes blew, the dark red blood springs gushed out of the swamp, the mud stained with the smell of red rot, and the sky stained with red gray.

Some of the people in front of the mist on all sides took steps, those who were hesitant, scared, unwilling.

“I don't want to go up there... can you let me go...”

“Let me go, let me go...”

This kind of chestnut talk came from the wind, some of them begged, begged for forgiveness, didn't want to step through the mud to the middle of the Tianxuan people, didn't want to do what the voice asked them to do, they wanted to get out of here, they wanted to go home.

Meanwhile, surrounded by a team of fog-busters and Gu Jun, both feel that the vicious turbidity has nearly condensed into mass.

“Fuck.” Xianning murmured. The automatic rifle in his hand was no longer aimed at Tan Jinming, but at those who walked in, but the star aimed at this, aimed at that, pressing the trigger finger gently couldn't hold it down, "Gu Jun! What do we do, shoot them? ”

The issue is also before other foggers, who are clearly not yet members of the Society for Negative Choice of Life, and who have not yet been changed by darkness.

Perhaps now, it is negatively choosing what life would call “painful surgery”, forcing them to undergo so-called “transformation”.

The mission of the Misty Man team is to save people, save Gu Jun, save Wang Yichuang, Cao Yichuang and other colleagues, save people, save foreign babies...

These people are, of course, also on the rescue list, in the pillar of a squad-based mind.

Deng Ximai, Yuchi, Feng Peiqian, Uncle Egg, Peacock, Mo Qing and Grant Bell, all of them back-to-back corners of each other, could not fire the gun.

That's a kidnapped ordinary citizen, how can you shoot… just these people, can become dangerous at any moment.

They can't leave those people close...

“I…” Gu Jun couldn't speak for a moment. He looked at the walking crowd, mainly young and strong, but also lacked the figure of the elderly and children. His complex mood added an angry shout: “Tan Jinming, Lin Mirror, Books! Don't you think you're despicable? ”

“Can't shoot, Captain Gu, I'll try to summon Bayaki again.” Yu Qiqi hurriedly stopped Feng Peiqian next door: “You fight your mental barrier! Summoning Bayaki is not quick enough for you to be eroded by the darkness, and it's useless. I've tried. I know it's useless here. ”

Yu Chi is the hardest to resist the mental barrier here, and his mental barrier is also the most violent.

Since the establishment of the team's mental pillar networking tower, others have been aware of this, and even a little affected by it.

So at this point in time, Yu Chi can suppress the surge of Books and thus weaken the dark will here, which is a particularly difficult contribution.

“Here...” Deng Ximai also frowned, “There is no way to fight darkness with darkness, it only fuels it...”

Eight automatic rifles, as well as grenades and mini-missiles, cannot be targeted.

The people came closer and closer, hiding behind Tan Jinming, Chen Xing, Ao and others. Only from the shaky micro gap could they conceal that they were still standing there, and they remained indifferent.

Gu Jun can't say "shoot”, and shooting doesn't necessarily stop this.

He swept around, pulled his feet into the mud hard, and figured out a way...

What is the weakness of this place, what is the weakness of that voice...

At this time, the people in front of them are no more than thirty meters away. Everyone can clearly see that the pain on that face is aggravating, the red-eyed orbit, the struggling facial muscles, the messy plea, “Let me go back, let me go back...”

A young man in short, fat, ordinary shape with glasses stopped trembling and suddenly went from choking to crying and refused to go any further.

The man's eyes were twitching constantly, his facial muscles were twitching, and he was crying with a clear voice, obviously a Tourette's disease patient.

“Let me go back…” the man cried out, almost kneeling to the mud.

Suddenly, a strange giant black tentacle rushed out of the mist, strangled the throat of a Torres man, mentioned a half-sky sky, slammed into the ground mud swamp, thumped, sludge splashed, and half the body of a Torres man facing the ground fell into the mud swamp.

“Weak, weak, weak!” That voice sounded again, cold, cruel, "weak! ”

The man with Tourette's disease is not dead, and he doesn't seem to have fainted. He's still struggling. He can't breathe. He wants to stand up...

“Do you just love being a pile of mud and breathing all the time? Then stay inside! Weak, weak, weak! ”

Around the man, others who had stopped, either continued in fear or collapsed to the ground.

A crippled child came out crying and was protected by an ugly, but tenacious, 30-year-old woman, even though they didn't know each other.

“You are the devil!” Woman groans, “of course we are two species, you are the devil! ”

Another giant black tentacle suddenly flew out, strangled this woman up and pressed her into the mud...

“You've been through three failed relationships, you've made love to yourself. Those three men just treat you as a pastime when you're bored. They just want to try highly educated and talented women. Give up. You don't need to think about it. They never really take you seriously! Why, why, you're a good man, you've worked so hard to save yourself since you were a kid, why can't you be happy? Because you're ugly, that's all. No matter how hard you try, no matter how you hang out with those who are choosing to go to a premium occasion, you are also a negative choice. But what you desire, and what you cherish, is for those beautiful girls, that they will never cherish. A large part of them, wasting their bodies, they live shallow lives, they don't read books, they are prostitutes, but if they want, the three men you like will kneel before them. Because they're choosing. ”

The wind was still whistling, the woman who was pressed into the mud, her body struggling, trembling...

Why, why...

Why is it so hard...

“Weak, weak, weak, painful, more painful, stronger, stronger!” The voice said, pouring into a woman's ear, pouring into others' ears as well.

Those men, still moving towards the Mist Squad in the middle, have less than 20 meters left.

Over the past two minutes, the Fog Man Squad has had to watch, except for the last useless attempt to shoot those tentacles, and nothing can be done.

Watching the man and the woman with Tourette's disease get more and more pressed into the mud, their hearts cut like knives.

Gu Jun's face chewed on his teeth and looked at his wrists revealing muddy...

He can feel his legs invaded by foreign bodies in the uterine cavity of the other Black Mountain sheep, and if it's a connection, it's painful and it can be taken.

He held the Callup scalpel in his right hand and swung it.