As a man, I am destined to never experience the pain of giving birth. But when I was a child, my mother helped a woman deliver a baby on Baixiang Street. I was still very young at the time, and maybe I always thought that giving birth was just like constipation, only more strenuous.
And I asked my mother afterwards why the pregnant woman looked so desperate. My mother told me that when giving birth, a piece of flesh falls out of the body, and it doesn’t fall out all at once, but slowly and slowly, inch by inch, that’s why it’s so strenuous.
So when I was freeing myself from Ba's body inch by inch, I felt as if I was peeling off its body. Probably different from giving birth to a child, my body would be more painful. But in the situation at that time, although the pain on my body was very violent, my anger still defeated this feeling. Especially when I struggled to the end, I felt that I was almost able to break free, so I used my strength to Even harder, almost using up all the strength in my body. There was a sudden crash, and it felt like a layer of dog-skin plaster that had been applied for a long time and had solidified was being torn off. I suddenly lost strength due to excessive force and fell to the ground inertia. There was a burning pain all over my body, almost like the feeling of applying soju on a wound, but at this moment my anger also swelled to the extreme. This guy was still holding Song Nu’s body by his head and lifting it up in the air. I was filled with grief and anger, so I immediately picked it up on the ground. The scissors and the Miao Wu scimitar stood up and looked up.
At this moment, I am standing under Bao's chest. Because it is standing in a half-squatting position, in this posture, I visually estimate that its length is more than two meters. I saw Qin Bukong lying on its back, holding its hair with one hand, and stabbing the opponent violently with a diamond prong with the other hand, but every time he stabbed the animal's flesh, it felt like lighting a match. , creating sparks of impact, but it didn't seem to hurt the opponent. It was just because the hand of the demon grabbed the head of Songzi, so it was just twisting its head with its head open, trying to turn its head and use a huge He bit Qin Bukong with his mouth, but Qin Bukong cleverly dodged it several times.
I was so angry that standing still was actually just a short-term recovery of my strength. Songzi's dangling feet were dangling in front of me, and they seemed to have begun to straighten. Based on my understanding of the changes between living people and dead people, I think this may be a sign that the body's blood flow has stopped, so that it accumulates on the feet due to gravity, and may soon become stiff. Although Songzi was dead, he could never let his body be humiliated like this. When I thought of this, every little bit of Songzi's past and our lives came to mind. I jumped up and stepped on Ba's turned-toed leg. With a push, I reached its collarbone. s position.
Only then did I see the skin on this guy's body clearly. In fact, I couldn't tell what kind of skin it was. It was just the kind of skin that swells and begins to rot after death, but the skin looks shriveled after the moisture in the muscles is drained. , it is not completely black, more like the color of rolling in black mud. When I thought about being wrapped and squeezed in such rotten flesh just now, I felt sick in my heart. After I jumped up, I knew that the scissors might be useless, but I still stabbed the scissors into the groove between the two collarbones and below the throat.
It felt stiff to the touch, which I had expected, but because it was a hard groove, it did give me a leverage point like climbing a tree. At this moment, this guy was trying to turn around and bite Qin Bukong to death. , the biggest vulnerable point exposed to me was the joint between the mandible and the neck. I carefully observed that as it turned its head, the skin there would relax to a certain extent. changes, which means that at least the skin at this location is soft. Maybe it's like the skin on the belly. Sharp things can't pierce it, but it may not be able to cut it. There's nothing indestructible in this world.
When I thought of this, I grabbed the scissor hand and pushed down hard, pushing my body up half a foot. Without thinking, I waved the scimitar in my right hand, pointing the blade outward. I sharpened it specially for today's battle a few days ago, and it's very sharp. Originally, when this knife was used to cut, the hand was using skill. If the force was too strong, it would be like cutting. If the force was too light, it would not be able to touch the opponent. Most of the time, it would be with strong revenge and simply thinking. It's just to make Ba get hurt and feel pain.
But I never expected that the knife would go deep into its throat, cutting a deep and long gash. Instantly, a billowing black smoke came out of the gash. I was caught off guard and inhaled a mouthful of rotten food. In addition to the smell of rotten eggs, it was also accompanied by a strong sense of dust, which made me feel hot and dry the moment I inhaled it. It felt like I had been walking in the desert for a long time. I was exhausted, hungry and thirsty, and my face seemed to be dehydrated. It immediately became dry and painful.
But although my knife may not be fatal, it means that I happened to find its weakness, and it suddenly began to struggle violently. What surprised me was that it started to stamp its own sole in panic. foot, and the hand that held Songzi's head and lifted it up suddenly let go, and reached out to cover the wound I had cut. The pine nut fell to the ground, and judging from the way it fell, the body was still soft. I didn't care much, so I shouted to Qin Bukong who was lying on the demon's back, its throat is its weak spot, attack there!
But it was not easy, because Ba's hand had already covered the wound. If Qin Bukong attacked at this moment, he would only be able to stab the hard back of his hand. I had to think of a way to divert its hand away, so at this time, I looked down and saw this guy's bulging belly, so I repeated my old trick, loosened the hand hanging on the demon's collarbone, and let my body Falling from mid-air, I quickly adjusted the angle and direction of the blade as I fell. With the force of my fall, I pressed the blade appropriately against Ba's belly.
There was a crash, and I didn’t want to think too much about the scene at that time, because it was too disgusting. I made a huge gash in Ba’s belly, which almost penetrated its entire belly, and then a lot of sticky liquid flowed out of it. It was pitch black, with various shapes and foamy black pulp. Just looking at it was enough to make me sick. Moreover, my nose was still filled with that smell. When it fell to the ground, I was still worried because I stepped on it. The juice slipped all over my body.
The pain on my face was unbearable, and even my breathing was accompanied by the burning smell in my mouth after being extremely dry. If anyone gave me a glass of water at this moment, I would probably kneel down and act like a cow. But obviously now is not the time to think about this. After I scratched the belly of the demon, it had to reach out to cover its belly. Accompanied by the hysterical screams of the woman with a broken tongue in her mouth, it staggered. Crooked, originally only one foot lost his balance, and then fell sideways to the ground.
I quickly crawled out of the black juice. Ba's fall caused Qin Bukong to fall as well. I don't doubt Qin Bukong's bravery, but after all, he is an old man, and he has been fighting for a long time. Even a strong person like me may not be able to consume so much energy, let alone him. My hand was lured away, and I immediately rolled to the side near Bao's chin, and then shouted to Qin Bukong, Qin Bukong! Pull its hair hard to expose its neck!
Qin Bukong understood, then nodded, stretched out his hand and threw the vajra prong to me. Then he grabbed the hair of the slave with his free hand, and pulled it hard like a horse, until the slave's hair was pulled. From my point of view, the head was raised high, and the black smoky wound was still spraying out something that I couldn't tell whether it was smoke or liquid. I caught the vajra prong, then tilted my body, exerting force with my feet, and using the force of my shoulders to tilt and press down together, I stabbed the vajra prong fiercely into the neck that I had previously cut. into the wounds on his body, and then held on tightly.
I don’t remember exactly how long this process took. To me, it seemed like ten years. Until the demon's screams weakened and its body stopped struggling and twitching, soon the black smoke emitting from its body disappeared, leaving only its shriveled body, like a long tree root, falling to the ground.
Qin Bukong gasped and kicked Ba's head several times. After confirming that this guy was finished, he said to me, "Let go, it's over."
I exhausted all my strength, waiting for Qin Bukong's words, so I let go of my hand and collapsed on the ground. Strangely enough, as I killed Ba, the dry and cracked pain on my face, and the tearing of sadness, The cracking feeling and the feeling that my mouth was dry and about to burst into flames disappeared all of a sudden. I swallowed a few mouthfuls of my own saliva, and it suddenly felt extremely sweet.
A few seconds later, I slowly sat up and found Qin Bukong looking at Songzi's body, and then slowly walked over. We were all focused on the battle. At this moment, everything ended, and we also found that the lives of our comrades ended with it. I didn’t want to see Songzi’s body because he loved to be clean, and it must not look very good now. Sadness came over me, and my eyes were wet with tears again.
Qin Bukong squatted next to Songzi, stretched out his hand to feel Songzi's breath, and then pressed two fingers on Songzi's neck to feel for his pulse. Then he quickly lay on Songzi's chest, as if listening to Songzi's heartbeat. , and then he shouted excitedly, come here quickly, Songzi is still alive!
This was undoubtedly the happiest thing for me. Regardless of the soreness on my body, I rushed over crawling and running, started grabbing Songzi's shoulders and shaking him, and then gently slapped his mouth. I was very anxious, so I asked Qin Bukong, should I go to the river to fetch water to wake him up? Qin Bukong looked at the position by the river, which was half a mile away from us. He shook his head and said, how much time has passed since you went back and forth. By the time you come back to fetch water, I'm afraid people will be hardened. .
I asked impatiently, what should I do? Qin Bukong said, come on, I'll help you lift his neck, you pinch his nose and put air into his mouth!
Inflate? How...how to pour it? I asked with some confusion.
Fill it with your mouth! Is it possible to use the butthole? Qin Bukong cursed!
