"Injury?" Fu Bao looked at himself and suddenly shuddered in pain. Before Sun Zhong reminded him, fear made him not even aware that he was injured, and he was too scared to remember how he was injured.
Sun Zhong tried to help him treat his wounds, but was also afraid of what kind of monster could scare Fu Bao like this.
And Fu Bao looked at the blood flowing out of him and the horrific injury, and suddenly fell into a sluggish state, as if he had some realization.
"Are you okay?" Sun Zhong asked.
"I know..." Fu Bao murmured, his voice suddenly rising again, "I know what a more powerful summoning is!"
"What?" Sun Zhong thought he was strange.
"It's my blood when I was about to die." He showed a smile that looked weird to Sun Zhong, and then he pressed the black doll on the wound.
Fu Bao screamed, "It hurts so much!"
⋯⋯Of course it hurts.
Sun Zhong looked at him as if he were an idiot. Under great fear and pressure, had this young man given up on himself?
However, after another second, he saw a wonderful sight. The black doll was slowly sucking Fu Bao's blood. The speed made him stunned.
"...What are you doing?" Sun Zhong had seen too many incredible things today, but this one still made him collapse. What is this?
"This is the only capital we have to escape at the moment." Fu Bao chuckled. His face was pale, and the massive blood loss put him in a dying state. If he was not sent to the hospital as soon as possible, he would really die.
But isn’t that what the more powerful summons refers to? Summoning the Demon King requires blood. More powerful means more, more blood, right?
Maybe it’s a summons of blood that even life must be sacrificed...
"Are you crazy? You will die if you do this!"
"If you don't do this, you will really die." Fu Bao said through gritted teeth. In a few minutes, Sun Zhong would know what he meant.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom...squeak, squeak, squeak..."
The sound of footsteps and the loud sharp sound of something dragging across the ground sounded from the front of the subway, and they moved slowly. Sun Zhong even felt the floor under his feet shaking.
what? what is that? He became frightened.
"Here we come." Fu Bao murmured, his pale face becoming even paler at this moment due to excessive blood loss.
Soon, the big guy appeared in Sun Zhong's sight.
Although there were still more than ten carriages separated, he could see the opponent clearly because his size was so conspicuous.
"Mom!" Sun Zhong exclaimed. This thing really surpasses the imagination of all normal people. It is the most terrifying creature that can only appear in dreams.
He was wearing rust-covered armor, his head almost touched the roof of the car, he was huge and strong, and he held a rusty scythe as tall as himself in his hand. The rumble was the sound of his footsteps landing, and the squeaking sound was the huge scythe dragging on the ground. the sound of.
And his face couldn't be seen clearly, and there was also a patch of rust there. The whole thing looked like a horror doll cast in the steam age.
Sun Zhong exclaimed in disbelief.
"Is this, is this the God of Death?" Fu Bao nodded tremblingly.
"Maybe." The huge ghost dragged the sickle step by step. They couldn't muster the courage to resist. How could they fight him?
The sickle alone was bigger than their whole bodies, and it could split them into two pieces with one strike.
"What should I do?" Sun Zhong was completely panicked. He could still fight when he encountered a ghost, but how could he fight against such a big guy?
"...There is no solution." Fu Bao gritted his teeth and said, "We can only wait for the Demon King to answer the call."
"What are you talking about?" Death kept approaching, and the lifeless pressure made his heart feel like it was being strangled, almost suffocating him immediately.
Fu Bao looked at the black doll that was still devouring blood, and sincerely hoped that Ah Yin would appear in time before his blood ran out, or before he was used by this big guy to practice sword skills.
But all he can do now is delay his death.
They supported each other and fled towards the end of the subway, not very quickly because both of them were seriously injured.
"I've been running away since I got on this damn subway. Damn, I'm almost turning into a long-distance runner." Sun Zhong complained in a rare way.
"If I can survive, I will never take the subway again in my life." Fu Bao made a wish.
The two people who were running slowly muttered while running, but the big guy couldn't catch up much faster. His huge size and the big scythe were limited by the space of the carriage. When he passed by, the carriage would be destroyed in a mess. , however, the damaged place somehow recovered immediately and became perfect as new.
"Boom, boom, boom... squeak..." Although it is slow, the length of the subway is limited, and sooner or later they will be overtaken. What Fu Bao and Sun Zhong can do is to extend their lives as long as possible.
Due to excessive blood loss, Fu Bao's consciousness gradually became blurred. The lights of the subway swayed in his eyes, like stars in the sky, and the light strips flying past the car window turned into the Milky Way... Maybe this is The last impression of life?
I am really unwilling to do so.
This thought made him wake up for a moment. A loud sound behind him reached his ears, and he suddenly remembered something.
"The big guy is the commander."
"What?" Sun Zhong didn't hear clearly.
"He should be the captain, responsible for parking." Fu Bao remembered the loud noise he heard before stopping the subway for the first time. It was very similar to the current one. It was probably caused by this big guy.
So, is he going to park? Or do you want to remove passengers who should not get on the bus?
The end of the subway is getting closer and closer. Running there is the end and the end of their lives.
Fu Bao sighed, but he still had hope. Lord Demon King, please come quickly.
At this time, they also saw... poems and paintings!
Like a spider, she guarded the escape door leading to the outside, her limbs clinging to it, her black hair hanging down, and her face raised to stare at them.
Now, there is a Death God commander at the back and a man-eating ghost in front. This scene looks like a horror game that is about to get Game Over.
"It's over." Sun Zhong sighed and lost the desire to escape. He looked at Fu Bao and then at himself. Their clothes were also stained red with blood, so he complained to Fu Bao again, "I'm so unlucky to meet you. .”
"...Hey, don't say anything that makes me feel guilty at this time." Fu Bao was helpless, "And we may not die yet."
"What hope is there? Will Superman come to save us?" Sun Zhong complained about him, and then looked at the Reaper driver behind him, "Superman will be beaten until he doesn't even recognize him."
Fu Bao didn't respond, he was getting more and more dizzy.
"Boom 吱 吱“ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ““ “constantly approaching, poetry and painting are at the end, and the strange sound is ashamed as a soul -winning song.
Fu Bao and Sun Zhong stood in the middle of the carriage, feeling the vibrations under their feet and the extreme visual fear. The experience in the previous few hours was already very scary, but now they were in an even more terrifying situation. Both of them were shaking. , the feeling of waiting to be eaten is so disgusting.
"I don't want to turn into minced meat or be eaten by ghosts." Sun Zhong took out his pistol and pointed it at his head. After thinking about it, he aimed the gun at Fu Bao first.
"Ah?" Fu Bao was about to lose consciousness, and suddenly the muzzle of a gun appeared in his sight, and he was confused, "What do you want to do?"
"How about helping you out? Otherwise, you won't be able to commit suicide even if I die, and the end will be miserable." Sun Zhong said seriously, but his eyes were filled with desperate madness.
"Hey..." Fu Bao grabbed the pistol, and the cold touch made him sober up. He almost shouted to Sun Zhong: "Never give up hope until the last moment!"
"You brat, don't talk nonsense, I don't see any hope!" Sun Zhong pointed the gun at his head again, closed his eyes, and said in a heavy tone, "Mom, dad, see you in the next life."
"Hey, hey, no." Fu Bao wanted to stop him, but he had no strength and could only watch as he pulled the safety button. At this time - even with his eyes closed, Sun Zhong felt a burst of light, as if a small sun exploded in front of his eyes.
"What's wrong again?" Forget it...don't watch anymore, just die.
Although he thought so, before he pulled the trigger, Fu Bao finally used his last bit of strength to slam into him, knocking him down on the seat and knocking the gun off.
