At this time, some kind of auditory hallucination appeared in Jiang Tian's mind again. In a vaguely fragrant courtyard with orchid and osmanthus, another delicate and childish voice said to him:
"My name is Luo Luo, Luo from Luoshui... Are you the new gentleman..."
"Hey, that person looks like a dog..."
"It's not really a curse, I like dogs the most."
"I also like dogs. One black, two white and three flowers are so fragrant!"
This was the body's disapproving answer. However, the girl thought to herself again:
"This is the Wo'er that was domesticated by the Cui family of Shengpingfang in the previous generation. It is also known as the famous breed of women's dogs..."
"Its name is Xiaoji, and he is also my best playmate..."
"Since it likes Mr., then Mr. must be a kind and harmonious person."
And the bits and pieces of these memories are like a clear spring suddenly flowing through the darkness, cleansing and brightening the dusty mind of the person in his predecessor who once gave up on himself due to a series of setbacks.
Jiang Tian suddenly understood why his predecessor risked his life at all costs this time and had to work hard to save people. But I don’t want to lose the people and things I care about anymore.
"Stop! I will find a way to save the little person who is taken away next. I will definitely live a better life for you in the future. Don't interfere with me at this inexplicable critical moment."
Jiang Tian thought to himself about the influence of the last remaining consciousness on himself, and allowed this high and inexplicable emotion to slowly subside.
However, after such a delay, the people inside seemed to feel the movement, and stood up and walked over. He poked his head towards the gap in the wall and looked outside, while complaining:
"Small..."
The next moment, the tip of the knife penetrated his eye socket like a flash of lightning, causing his whole body to twitch and his shoulders to sag, and the words in his mouth turned into an abrupt "Uh".
However, with the dull knocking sound of the blade being pulled out and falling, he realized whether there was a dead person inside after all, and his footsteps hurriedly realized.
"Where's Xiao Gupi,..."
"Who's out there..."
"That coward..."
"damned...."
At least three or four voices sounded alternately inside the door, and then they turned into several figures who burst open the broken door panel and rushed out.
However, what greeted them was a huge cloud of white ash blown in by the night wind. It almost covered their heads and splashed out, like turning them into pink chickens ready to be cooked. They appeared all at once. As the smoke billowed and dispersed, he covered his eyes, mouth and nose and screamed miserably.
"What a great opener!"
Jiang Tian stepped out and muttered in his heart, then stabbed the thief's collarbone with a short spear firmly, stirring up a circle with broken windpipe and blood spraying like a spring.
While his eyes, mouth and nose were blurred by these things and he was crying and screaming at the thief, he wrapped his face in wet cloth and lowered his body to cover the incoming Jiang Tian; Qian Ran slashed the crook of the nearest leg with his backhand, and created another spurt with a sound. He fell to the ground in blood, hugging his legs and shouting in pain that he couldn't bear the victory.
But the short spear he swung out again, was three inches lower and struck the other thief who appeared from the side, the lower crotch that cannot be directly described; when stirred hard, there was a "puff" splash. A stream of bodily fluids, unknown whether it was blood or something else, came out, directly changing the tone of the opponent's shrill screams into some kind of sharp chant.
For a moment, it was like a Shura field suddenly opened in a haze. I could see the dust filling the air and the interlaced figures, the squeaking sounds of cutting into the flesh and the spurting of blood, and the interlaced screams, whines and roars, all reverberating fiercely in the small corridor space in front of the door.
In the blink of an eye, a group of thieves who rushed out of the porch one after another fell to the ground dead and wounded. Only the last one, who was crowded with corpses and stumbled in the narrow doorway, finally came to his senses; he was seen desperately trying to wipe his head and face. The scorching white ash was burning, and he struggled to pull out a short sword with a length of chi from his waist, and waved it out of thin air as a threat;
However, Jiang Tian, who was lying on the ground like a nocturnal cheetah, kept his breath and lowered his head to let him pass. He smashed his head into his chest and abdomen, pinched his wrist and twisted it away, then raised it upwards with the blade of the knife. Penetrating his lower jaw, he clucked and hissed and immediately lay down on the same spot as the others.
Jiang Tian's heart was beating rapidly as if it was about to explode in the next moment. He then took off his face covering and took a deep breath of the air that smelled of blood and earthy dust. He leaned against the door and slowly passed the moment. A surge of energy comes.
He looked again at the corpses strewn across the ground, either with their necks slit open and blood bubbling out, or with countless bloody holes stabbed out, bleeding and twitching. He also lamented that he had become accustomed to using firearms in Africa over the years, and his daggers missed too many shots.
However, the next moment, he unexpectedly heard a crisp sound from the porch, and the entire siding suddenly cracked. Another knife-wielding thief with a face covered in white dust and eyes as red as a cowbell suddenly appeared from the smoke. He slashed him down with a series of blows with the knife.
The next moment, Jiang Tian, who was leaning sideways against the wall, was blocked by a full force push and fell outside the porch; then the two people, entangled in a group, were fighting hand to hand and approaching the sharpened scraper of Pinge. Amidst the choking sounds, both weapons suddenly flew out as Jiang Tian let go.
Seeing that the man instinctively stretched out his hand to grab another weapon, Jiang Tian unexpectedly hit him with fists and elbows; then he hit his head on the nose, poked his eyes, and penetrated his ears with a series of fierce scuffles, and he suddenly lost his balance. And regardless of everything, she hugged him tightly and rolled down the dilapidated steps;
After a while, Jiang Tian, who was knocked several times by hard and rough edges on his shoulders, elbows and lower back, could not help but slowly and painfully let go of the torn pieces of clothing and tattered tissue in his hands, but he couldn't help but Spit out a mouthful of foam that smelled of blood.
But the result of the thief who was obviously lying on top of him, whining miserably and unable to get up after twisting and thrusting several times, was even more miserable. Because the blood dripped continuously from the torn gaps on the opponent's head, face, eye sockets and neck, and gathered into a big pool.
Jiang Tian breathed a sigh of relief and felt the dull swelling pain and tearing sensation coming from the damaged areas on his palms and knuckles. But he felt lucky again. Fortunately, after arriving in Africa, his corresponding unarmed fighting skills and experience had not fallen behind. Instead, he had improved because of the gambling competition.
You know, as the top of the earth's final food chain and the ultimate evolution of primates, while having the convenience of various tools; compared to most animals that use claws and instinct to hunt, human beings are almost covered with various kinds of materials all over their bodies. Weaknesses and weaknesses.
From the back of the head, eye sockets, bridge of the nose, temples to the neck, armpits, navel, lower back, lower body, and lower body, the same is true for the tibia. It's just that due to the daily protective instinct of the human body, it is not so vulnerable to harm.
Therefore, according to the old squad leader who was born in a reconnaissance company but was born in a peaceful era when there was almost no place for action, and could only go to foreign hotspots to shine after retiring from the army; as long as it undergoes appropriate strength strengthening and skill training, it can be targeted To subdue, kill and fatal effects.
You must know that this old squad leader, whom Jiang Tian once served as an assistant in the cooking class, once discovered that during the meal delivery exercise, he captured the artillery instructor of the Blue Army and used the materials at hand to wipe out half of the digital reconnaissance team. achievements.
(Can you imagine the reconnaissance team being killed by a lunch box explosion in the wilderness?)
But the foundation of this body is obviously very different now, so much so that Jiang Tian's combat experience and conditioned reflex self-defense instincts, which were beaten and trained by his military predecessors, have also been severely weakened and delayed;
Next, he re-examined the injuries on his body and found that several wounds that had condensed on his shoulders and back were torn or scratched again, causing burning pain; the left palm and the tip of the elbow were also twitching and swollen. The bun on the back of the head beside the ear was cut open at some point, and blood was dripping from it.
"Okay, this is really a tragic victory where you kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred to yourself... My physical condition is too bad, I really can't continue to be so reckless..."
He continued to vomit in his mind, wrapped a piece of cloth around his injured palm, and picked up the trophies that flew not far away with a staggering pace. It seemed that the most valuable one at the moment was a short blade with a foot length. It looks like an extremely simple jawless knife outfit, with only a bamboo handle to hold it.
But even if it is inserted into the soil, the shimmering blade does not damage, making people feel full of intimidation at first glance; then they walked up the shabby steps a few steps, and picked up another even simpler blade, only a piece of cloth. A broad-bladed short knife with a rusty handle.
"Equipment upgrade completed..."
Jiang Tian recited this silently to cheer himself up, as if he had temporarily forgotten the pain on his body, and steadily held the knife forward diagonally with both hands; using the dagger fighting posture that he had been taught to facilitate thrusting and prodding, he turned back towards Walked away to the abandoned building with the door wide open.
Then, a green prompt flashed across his field of vision again: "Mission "Redemption" progress (41%), free energy detected, collecting, do you want to restore body health (93.2%)?"
And as his thoughts confirmed, the re-opened wound on his body seemed to be slowly shrinking under some invisible force, changing from the stinging pain of tearing to swelling pain.
Then Jiang Tian took a cursory look and saw at least seven or eight corpses lying inside and outside the porch of the dilapidated building, which were almost completely cold. The thief whose legs were cut off first had already tried his best to stand up and limped from the ground to the grass, rolling and crawling and dragging blood stains for a long distance.
Then when he saw Jiang Tian chasing after him with a knife, his head and face covered with blood, and his evil appearance was like a ghost, he couldn't help shouting in panic:
"You...you...you...should have died long ago...don't come here..."
Then, he took out a string of rosary beads from his arms and threw them hard, but Jiang Tian waved his hands and chopped them into beads that scattered all over the ground in an uproar. At this moment, his voice changed its tone:
"This is the bodhi seed made by the great monk Xuanguang of Cisheng Temple. It will evade demons, demons and gods..."
Jiang Tian's heart sank. The other party actually knew his predecessor, but he sneered:
"Gods and Buddhas will not bless thieves who have done all the bad things... This is the retribution of this world... Tell me honestly who you are, how dare you rob people on the street."
Before he finished speaking, he quickly stabbed the opponent's leg that was still intact as he kept retreating. Blood immediately poured out like a fountain, and he fell to the ground and screamed:
"Stop, you are not someone you can afford to offend us from Sansefang..."
Then, the opponent's arm, which was trying to block the block, was stabbed again. Suddenly half of the bloody palm drooped down, and he screamed in more and more pain:
"This matter is not as simple as you think. Why would you want to interfere with just a teacher? Are you asking for it...ahhhhhhhhh"
Then, Jiang Tian stepped hard on the wound on one side of his calf, and blood poured out like a fountain, squeezing out a large area of wetness. The pain was so painful that he could no longer speak.
"Let me ask again, where is the person who was just kidnapped from the street...or I will cut you into human sticks and throw you into a puddle of cesspool before I say hello."
"Uh uh uh uh, people... people... right here... just waiting..."
The thief couldn't stand up any longer, and cried out with tears streaming down his face. However, his eyes suddenly widened, showing a strange expression.
Then Jiang Tian suddenly felt that the moonlight behind him seemed to be shaking. He couldn't help but turn around and suddenly felt a strong wind blowing against his face. He heard a sharp object passing by his ear with a hiss, and his words suddenly stopped.
Jiang Tian took a closer look at the thief he was interrogating, but he was already nailed to the ground by an arrow that pierced his chest. He couldn't help but a layer of cold sweat soaked his back, and he walked quickly He turned around and chased towards where he came from.
Immediately, he felt sweaty fear running down his spine. He was too confident and lax, and even ignored the possibility that there were more accomplices of thieves hidden in this building.
After he followed the wall and entered, he discovered that this was actually a temple. In front of him was a mostly collapsed niche, which was directly submerged among dense spider webs, weeds, fallen tile roofs, broken beams and other rubbish.
Under the utterly desolate moonlight, multi-armed statues holding various magic weapons were looming on the broken and mottled wall panels, and the face with half of it peeled off seemed to be mocking something invisibly.
However, Jiang Tian jumped into the darkness behind the pillars of the hall. Then the arrow in his field of vision changed to an upward direction with his thoughts. He faintly felt dust falling from his head, and he suddenly started searching around as if he had enlightenment.
Just a moment later, he found a staircase behind another pillar that was still in ruins but with very little dust. He carefully stepped on the creaking staircase that might collapse at any time, and slowly walked to the upper floor.
However, when Jiang Tian looked around cautiously and reached the upper corridor, the previous attackers seemed to disappear out of thin air. There was not even a ghost in the empty circular corridor, only a few corpses scattered in a pool of blood downstairs. , still showing some kind of existence there.
At this time, Jiang Tian suppressed some uneasiness and eagerness, and turned back to observe carefully. Another auditory hallucination flashed through his mind, but this time it was a rather old voice, saying Come:
"Everything in the world has its own reason, which is the study of physics; the endless evolution of creation can be called chemistry... As long as it exists in reality, it will definitely leave direct and indirect traces. This is the study of tracing traces."
Jiang Tian couldn't help but silently take a few deep breaths, and then began to sort out the thoughts and memory fragments in his mind; from the perspective of a former reasoning and decryption enthusiast, he looked at the surrounding environment.
Then, he followed the least dusty but still dragging traces on the floor under the moonlight until he reached the opposite side of the circular corridor, and finally stopped on a broken floor. Then he couldn't help but show some unexpected expression.
