Mao Yongan's pace was slow, even with the speed talisman attached to his leg.
My physical strength has reached the point of severe overdraft.
This is also a flaw in the Taoist cultivation system.
The strong man on the back was still yelling, saying something that was hard to hear. The blood from the wounds of the two of them continued to flow, and the smell of blood spread far away.
"You will attract a lot of ghosts like this!"
"madness!"
"My life is worthless. If this batch of supplies is wasted because of your wrong decision, that will be the biggest loss!"
"Now, let me down immediately!"
"Cut some more wounds on my body and smear it with mud. This way you still have a chance to live and deliver the supplies to God Burial City. Do you understand?"
With that said, the strong man began to struggle crazily. In the process, Mao Yongan, who was already very weak, fell directly to the ground. His face was horribly pale. He took a heavy breath, but his eyes revealed his stubbornness, and he worked hard to get up from the ground again.
The body is covered with snow.
"I know, intellectually speaking, you're right."
"In recent times, the words I hear most every day are the overall situation and sacrifice."
"But why?"
"Even your teammates haven't given up on you, so why do you give up on yourself?"
"Everyone has their own choice. Although my choice is very willful, I just want to give it a try and try the path I envisioned to see if it will work..."
"Does it have to be death?"
"Just let me be willful once, and use your life, mine, and this batch of supplies to try the path I chose, okay?"
There was no rush to leave, Mao Yongan spoke in a calm voice.
Even though the cold snow poured into his clothes, it made his hands and feet cold.
...
The strong man was silent.
I don't know what I'm thinking about, but the dead silence and empty eyes seem to have a little more color at this moment, a human color.
It turns out that they are not only protecting others, but also worthy of being protected?
"good."
"Damn it, little bastard, if you disobey orders, your legs will be broken. If...if you can go back alive, I will take care of you!"
The strong man's voice was a little hoarse, and then he cursed Mao Yong'an viciously.
"Now, I say, listen, let's try and see if we can create a miracle!"
The strong man quickly accepted this fact, stopped writing any more, and began to seriously plan his survival route.
"If the smell of blood is not removed, all your perseverance will be in vain."
"Fortunately, it's snowy, the air is cold, and the smell spreads slower. You put me down first."
The strong man thought for a moment and said.
Mao Yongan nodded and put the strong man down.
"Do you still have a lighter?"
He looked at Mao Yongan and asked.
Mao Yong'an shook his head, and in the disappointed eyes of the strong man, he took out a piece of talisman paper from his waist. With the remaining mental power, the talisman paper spontaneously ignited.
...
The strong man was silent and coughed twice in embarrassment, while Mao Yongan handed over the fire ball that was burning like an endless stream and placed it in an open space.
This is what the strong man just cleaned up.
Then, the strong man's remaining arm took out a dagger with great effort, and kept roasting it on the fire until the dagger was burned red.
"Little Taoist priest, are you afraid of pain?"
The strong man suddenly grinned and looked at Mao Yongan with eyes full of evil amusement.
Mao Yongan shook his head calmly. Just as he was about to say something, his pupils suddenly shrank in the next second, and his pale face was actually dripping with sweat in the cold weather.
"Fuck, give me some...reaction time...ah..."
Mao Yongan gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, his face gradually turning red.
The strong man just held the red-hot dagger and placed it on the wound on Mao Yongan's abdomen. He said slowly: "What are you afraid of? It just hurts. If the wound doesn't heal, you will be the blood bank of humanity. Come to No one will let you go."
After saying that, the strong man was still afraid that the dagger would cool down, so he took it to the fire ball and roasted it before sticking it to it again.
Meat...
Ripe.
And it sticks together quickly, accompanied by wisps of fragrance.
But the good news is that the wound was artificially 'sutured' using this very scientific method.
"Mmm, it smells so good, I'm even greedy for it."
"Don't be afraid. The meat cooks quickly and cools quickly. It won't be...ah...so good after a while!"
The strong man suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Compared to Mao Yongan's abdomen, the strong man had more wounds. In addition to his broken arm, his abdomen and chest were full of exaggerated scars.
He gritted his teeth, as if 'enjoying' this moment.
Perhaps for these people, only when they are in such severe pain can they feel that... they are still alive and alone.
After dealing with most of the area and only his arms were left, the strong man stood up and took off all his clothes. He involuntarily asked Mao Yongan to take off his clothes, gathered them into a ball, and then The broken part of his arm, which had gradually become scabbed, was torn open, allowing blood to pour onto his clothes.
Soon, the clothes were completely dyed red.
And he pressed the hot dagger against it. At this moment, there was severe pain, and even the strong man's body began to tremble slightly.
"It's so...grandma's...so exciting!"
"Little Taoist priest, look...what are you looking at?"
"Let's bring out two new clothes. Isn't it cold?"
"Still really like walking birds?"
The strong man couldn't help but glare at Mao Yong'an. He was stunned before he took out two new clothes.
After putting it on, the strong man completely lost his strength and collapsed on the ground.
Weakly said: "Quick... let's go. The meat on our bodies should have cooled down. At least the smell of blood won't be particularly strong. Wipe off the snow and wash away the blood stains on your face."
Mao Yong'an did as he was told, and applied a few random strokes to the strong man's face, before carrying the strong man on his back again.
"Hurry... hurry up and leave. The smell of blood has spread. If we delay for a while, we won't be able to leave."
The strong man's voice became lower and lower, and finally he fell into a deep sleep.
even...
I don’t know if I will wake up again.
Mao Yongan took a deep breath, took out a long sword from the cloth bag, used it as a dagger, and staggered away in the wasteland. On the white snow, there were only deep and shallow footprints of Mao Yongan. Outside, there was only a pool of bright red in the distance.
So dazzling.
