Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu shouted into the thick blue of the eyes, and was swallowed up. She seemed to hear a little faint sound in the fog, but she also said that it was not the response of Mihm. She glanced at the rotten jelly-like ground meat under her feet. Instead of rushing into the fog, she suddenly fell down and picked up a broken black "tongue" with her hand.

Unlike her imagination, this is not just a piece of minced meat.

It is wrapped in a plastic-like shell, which is like a shrimp shell, which is tightly covered with purple, sticky, and granulated meat strips. She resisted the nausea and probed a finger. She didn't want her finger to touch it. It immediately turned into a sticky gravy, and the fingertips slammed into it. [Protection field] Bright, then consciousness quickly began to lose - this shows that [protective field] is constantly being corroded.

Lin Sanjiu pulled back his hand and picked up a few different parts. He finally spelled out a complete purple-black "tongue": this is a long-tongue-shaped arthropod creature, without hands and feet, only in one end of the shell. There are several thin steel needles hidden in it, which can be stretched freely. The steel needle was hollow, and the tube was extended into the meat strip. Lin Sanji took it for a few seconds and finally figured out its purpose.

This kind of "tongue" can first inject the corrosive gravy in your body into the hole in the face of the person, and then **** out all the contents of the skull in a little bit. When I think about it, the "tongues" that I saw in the ground between the flashes seemed to be a little bigger than the ones in front of me.

In front of her, she found a steel needle with a half eyeball, as if silently confirming her guess.

Lin Sanjiu finally figured out how the sly heads became empty balls, but raised a new doubt.

These things are obviously only simple low-level creatures, not even the brain... She pondered, while single-handedly on her shoulders, silently step by step toward the depths of dense fog.

She is not willing to rush out, after all, every word she spits out does not know when it will be replayed. Just two steps away, she suddenly felt an itching on her arm, bowed her head and found that it was the cold and cold little machine that Spartan gave her - it was stretching out many aluminum claws and quickly grasping Her sleeves climbed up all the way, squatting on her shoulders, and the aluminum claws stretched out, slamming the two pieces of metal on her temples.

Thanks to this gadget, she was at a critical juncture, promptly expelling the purple-black "tongue" that was drilled into her nose; it seems that it is ready to be ready for electricity. Lin San wine smiled bitterly silently, but in her heart, there was more or less a little bit of bottom.

She hadn’t spit in one breath, and there was a series of gunfire sounds in front of her – the sudden bombardment shattered the silence, accompanied by a vague roar: “Lin Sanjiu!”

Lin San was shocked and hurriedly rushed out. A corpse on the ground has no idea how long it has been crouched here, and it has become a bag of mud under the cloth wrap; she sprinted from the corpse in the mud: "Spartan!"

The fog broke down in front of me, and a tall blonde shadow suddenly slammed through the body. It seemed to be a surprise. The gunfire in the hand also stopped: "You...what are you doing-"

Before he finished, Lin Sanji suddenly opened his eyes.

A black shadow suddenly rushed out of the fog not far from the front of Spartan, waiting for the two to respond, the black shadow suddenly blasted away, as if from the sky, an endless stream of locusts, 霎时铺Full of horizons.

"Don't hesitate, fire!" When Spartan's voice fell, Lin Sanjiu had already gnawed his teeth and mobilized the will to point the single gun at the storm formed by the "black scorpion." However, at this moment, a stern scream smashed the storm and clearly penetrated into their ears.

"Sir!" Mee's voice was wrapped in countless purple-black tongues, as if swaying by the wind: "Sir!"

Spartan stunned, and the heavy weapon in his hand could not help but pause.

Only after this moment of hesitation, they lost the only short window to repel the storm with bullets. Lin Sanshui raised his eyes and looked at the fog on his head and was pierced by countless black tongues. A flying fish-like shadow fell on her.

She looked back at Spartan, who stood not far away, and made up her mind for a moment.

In the white light that is constantly flashing on his body, Lin Sanjiu put away the [battle items], his feet and his feet, and rushed to Spartan like a leopard. As soon as he turned to see her, he seemed to endure the counterattack action; the next second, the two slammed into one place and fell straight to the ground.

"Don't move," she gasped heavily in his ear, whispering: "I am blocking, you shoot!"

She was squatting on Spartan, who was stained with smoke, **** scent and vague figs, and burst into her nose. She has never been bothered by the high body shape of the other side at this moment. She had to inject consciousness into the [protective field] and even extended that layer of faint white light from the body, and finally caged both of them. Under the protection of [protective field].

"Fast," her breath blew the blond hair scattered by the other side: "I am afraid I will not last long!"

In addition to the rapid consumption of consciousness, Lin Sanjiu is constantly fighting against his other will, only a few seconds, the two arms holding the ground began to tremble slightly - Sparta Ann was stunned, and the body did not move, and the body was frozen.

"Hurry up," countless purple-black "tongues" like rainstorms, continually hitting her on the ground next to the two; as soon as they landed, they swam over the two and splashed them. There is a dust on the ground. Under the erosion of countless purple and black shadows, she couldn’t help but drink another sentence, "I-"

When the words were not finished, Spartan suddenly reached out and pressed her weight on her chest: "Nothing, I can shoot at this way."

When he quickly retracted his hand, the back of his hand had been marked with a trace of blood by a few purple-black tongues. Lin Sanji tried to block his movements with his own body and felt that he had probed a muzzle out of her shoulder. "Block your ears," he whispered, his voice twitching with a little hoarseness: "Keep it up, it will take a while."

Lin Sanjiu used some of her consciousness to block her ears, and still felt the strong sound of gunfire pouring out in her ear like a raging tide; the production of the arsenal was different from the usual firearms, and the hot burning and thick smoke on her shoulders. It took a full two or three minutes behind her to finally get sparse.

As soon as the gunshot stopped, she immediately rolled over and climbed up, and quickly glanced back. The fog gradually closed, and in the smashed purple-black juice, broken shells and flesh, she did not see the shadow of Mihm.

"What happened to Mee's voice?" Spartan lay back on the ground, looking at her for a few seconds with her elbows on her back - Lin San's back was full of stench and wet, but he was still clean. . "I just heard your voice, thinking that when you were attacked, you appeared in another direction... Is there something that can imitate our voice?"

"No," Lin Sanjiu shook his head. "I think it should not be imitated."

Speaking of this, she suddenly stunned and could not help but live.

"What's wrong?" Spartan stood up and asked.

"No matter what is the sound of our voice, I have never heard it say that we did not personally say it... that is, I suspect that it recorded our conversation, and then intercepted a part of the replay to mislead. We, or want to let us spread, and break it one by one. "Lin Sandi changed a sigh of relief and forced himself to get nervous. Even if she was sensible and clear about the real state of affairs, her mood always seemed to be beaten. The same as anesthesia.

When her voice fell, Spartan understood it.

"What you mean is that Mihm did indeed make a few calls for help, but he didn't know when it was." He closed his eyes tightly and slowly exhaled.

"I was separated from him only for seven or eight minutes. I have never heard of him crying before." Lin San wine frowned and said.

"It shows that he was in the seven or eight minutes of the distress." Spartan nodded, a little annoyed and pulled the uniform neckline, his fingers trembled and picked up the machine gun on the ground. "This is the end of the matter, no longer have to worry about disturbing the underground. If you blow the fog away, we must find Meme as soon as possible."

If the boy falls into the center of the purple-black tongue, it will be enough for him to be dissolved several times in a few minutes. Lin Sanjiu knows that he should be angry at this time, he should be anxious, but he has no emotion at all, as if Mihm just went out for an outing.

She called out the [tornado whip] and rolled out a violent wind with all her strength. The wind blew the world, and it was sharp and flustered. Under such unbridled wind, the fog finally couldn’t stand anymore, and like a cloud, it flew away, gradually revealing this bowl-shaped depression. Under the light of the sky.

The two stood on a gentle **** covered with a personal "mushroom". After the fog opened a little, suddenly there was no sound.

In the deepest part of the bowl-shaped depression, that is, the earth on the bottom of the "bowl", at this time, a huge shadow like a hill appeared.

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