!
The sudden darkness made the man's breath tremble. Only then did he realize that because he was too focused on the environment, he had neglected the wear and tear of the flashlight.
This kind of erosion of unknown origin is still continuing quietly.
He decisively dropped the flashlight and rolled behind a broken wall. He opened his eyes wide and quickly adapted to the darkness spreading around him.
Pattering...
In the square inch of sky surrounded by green hedges, the rain became more and more dense.
The man clearly remembered that there was no such heavy rain in any forecast for today, but the fact was that it had arrived with humidity and noise. The heavy rain poured down, mercilessly wetting and soaking everything around.
This also includes him, including his mood.
"What's going on! Did I go the wrong way?! Why didn't they follow me? Where is this Cole KS maze? Are we really no longer in the East China Sea..."
Depressed.
unknown.
Moisture.
The man's thoughts were like a mess. He knew that there were too many causes and effects that needed to be traced, but he could only lower the muzzle of his gun and wanted nothing more than to avoid the rain.
At the same time, he was sensitive and suddenly heard some movement in the night.
There seemed to be something moving in the darkness.
Compared with the sound of rain, this sound seemed more harsh, as if something was moving on the wet surface.
"who?"
Or something?
The man exposed half of his body from behind the bunker, slowly extended the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at the place where the sound came from, and waited quietly, motionless.
sand.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the man heard the sound again, but it was already behind him. He was so startled that he quickly turned around and locked his gaze behind him.
Behind him was an empty white land, with nothing but a few familiar black shadows.
I remember that these things are those headless sculptures and the guys making sounds. Could it be that I hid behind them?
do not care.
His intuition was like a trapped deer, tapping his heart back and forth. The man could no longer endure this uneasiness from instinct. He looked in the direction he came from and checked the bunkers on the road.
I have to leave here.
Now!
immediately!
immediately!
The man held his breath and turned into a black shadow, quickly passing through the rain. It wasn't until his back leaned against the new cover that he let out a sigh of relief.
Great, you did a great job! The man who was comforted by the self-encouragement method stood up and wanted to go to the next place again in the same way, but suddenly stopped.
what is that?
In the middle of the road, a sculpture stood abruptly, blocking him from the next bunker, motionless.
The man remembered that when he originally checked the direction, there was no such sculpture on the path.
An uncontrollable thought arose in his mind. He immediately looked at the feet of the sculpture and saw that under the large shield, the soil that should have been dry was actually wet!
This sculpture shouldn't be here!
It came here by itself!
I heard the sound of soil being moved before, that was it, no, it was the sound of them moving in the dark night!
He immediately retreated to the bunker, but at the same time, the rain from above his head stopped abruptly, as if a switch had been pressed.
The man suddenly raised his head, and unexpectedly saw an arm stretched across the sky.
At some point, a statue moved to his side!
The man immediately retreated, but his back was pressed against the damp bunker, causing pain in his heart.
But he couldn't care so much anymore. While staring at the arm, he almost used his back to get over the cover. But just as he was about to turn around and run wildly, he ran into a wet embrace again.
You don’t even need to think about it, the undulating, row upon row of touches,
The first thing that made the leader of the team think of it was the dilapidated armor and stomach on the headless sculpture.
"do not move!"
The horrified cry suddenly broke through the rain. The man's reason could not withstand the repeated pressure and torture, and he finally broke down and roared. He raised his gun and aimed it at the burly arm, wanting to shoot!
Card!
His fingers clicked one after another.
Kakaka!
However, not a single shot was fired.
"ah……"
In the end, all the sounds turned into a desperate whisper. The man looked at the object in his hand that had been eroded to the point that it could no longer be called a gun, and weakly let go of his hand.
Snapped.
The "pistol" immediately hit the raised rocks on the ground. With just one encounter, countless rusty parts were scattered and flying in the rain.
"No……"
The man could already see the intertwined black shadows above his head - those were the spears and spears held high in the hands of the sculptures. Like hunting prey in trouble, they will pick the final fruit called victory!
"don't want……"
Wisps of rainwater kept falling from the edge of the cold stone spear, and the raindrops continued to magnify in the man's eyes. He wanted to scream in fear, but there was no word that did not sound pale and feeble.
Poof!
A few toothpicks were pierced into the red flesh of the watermelon, and for a moment the juice splashed everywhere. The cut pulp was easily picked up and brought to the mouths of the recreational visitors.
Xiao Di looked confused and said: "Now that the thorny head has been killed by Luo Ling, what are you going to do with the remaining people? How about using that bottle of magic potion to trigger a few new fatal events to temper your temper?"
Gao Yi held a toothpick in his mouth and felt a little ashamed. He shook his head and said, "It's still not possible. If there are less people, I'm afraid they will collapse and want to commit suicide before they reveal any valuable information."
[To be honest, I have been using it recently
It was the exit of the potion room, which had already been blocked by them.
At this time, behind the big pot, there was a familiar voice?
"Move the pot, it's me!"
