This world is terrible

Chapter 280 The Compensation of Skill
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The sudden darkness made the man's breath tremble, and he realized that because he was too concerned about the environment before, he had ignored the wear and tear of the flashlight.

This erosion of unknown origin is still continuing quietly.

He decisively dropped the flashlight and rolled behind a broken wall on one side.His eyes widened, quickly adapting to the darkness spreading around him.

patter...

On the square inch of sky surrounded by hedgerows, the rain became more and more dense.

The man clearly remembered that there was no such heavy rain described in any forecast today, but in fact it had arrived with dampness and noise.The heavy rain poured down, mercilessly wetting and soaking everything around.

That includes him too, including his mood.

"What's going on here! Did I go the wrong way?! Why didn't they follow? Where is this Korka-style maze? Are we really not in the East China Sea..."

Repressed.

unknown.

Damp.

The man's thoughts are like a mess, knowing that there are too many causes and effects to be traced, but he can only lower his gun, and have nothing to ask for except to avoid the rain.

At the same time, being sensitive, he suddenly heard some movement in the night.

It seemed that something was moving in the darkness.

Compared with the sound of rain, this sound is more harsh, as if something is moving on the wet surface.

"Who?"

or something?
The man exposed half of his body from behind the cover, slowly stretched out the muzzle of the gun, aimed 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 movement again, but this time it was already behind him. He was so startled that he quickly turned around and locked his eyes on the back.

Behind him was an empty white field, except for a few familiar black shadows, there was nothing else.

I remember these things, those headless sculptures, the guys who made the sound, did they hide behind them?

do not care.

Intuition is like a sleepy deer, knocking back and forth on the heart, the man can no longer endure this kind of instinctive anxiety, he looks in the direction when he came, and confirms the bunker on the road.

I want to leave here.

just now!

immediately!

immediately!

The man held his breath, his figure turned into a black shadow, and quickly passed through the rain, until his back was leaning against the new bunker, and he breathed out a sigh of relief.

Great, you are doing great!The man who was comforted by the self-encouragement method got up, and when he wanted to go to the next place in the same way, he suddenly stopped.

what is that?
In the middle of the road, a sculpture stood abruptly, blocking between him and the next bunker, motionless.

The man remembered that when he confirmed the direction, there was no such sculpture on the path.

An unstoppable thought rose in his mind, and he immediately looked at the feet of the sculpture, only to see that under the large block of shelter, the soil that should have been dry turned out to be wet!
This sculpture shouldn't be here!
It came here by itself!

I heard the sound of the soil being moved earlier, it was it, no, it was the sound of them moving under the 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, but suddenly saw an arm lying in the air.

At some point, a sculpture actually moved to his side!
The man retreated immediately, but his back hit the wet bunker, causing pain in his heart.

But he didn't care about that much anymore. While staring at the arm, he almost crossed the bunker with his back, but just as he was about to turn around and run wildly, he crashed into a wet embrace.

You don't even need to think about it. The first thing the man in the team thinks of is the dilapidated armor on the headless sculpture because of the bumps and bumps and the row upon row of touch.

"do not move!"

The terrified cry pierced the rain curtain in an instant. 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 at the burly arm, wanting to shoot!

click!
His fingers snapped continuously.

Ka Ka Ka!
However, not a single shot was fired.

"what……"

In the end, all the voices turned into a desperate murmur. The man looked at the object in his hand that had been eroded so much that it could no longer be called a gun, and he let go of his hand weakly.

Snapped.

The "pistol" immediately fell on the raised stones on the ground, and after only one encounter, countless rusty parts were scattered and danced in the rain.

"Do not……"

The man had already seen the black shadows intertwined above his head—that was the spears held high in the hands of the sculptures.Like hunting prey in trouble, they will pick the last fruit called victory!

"don't want……"

On the cold stone spearhead, wisps of rainwater kept falling, and the raindrops kept enlarging in the man's eyes. He wanted to cry out in fright, but he didn't have a single word that didn't look pale.

puff!

A few toothpicks pierced into the red flesh of the watermelon, and the juice splashed all over for a while, and the flesh that had been cut into pieces was easily picked up and sent to the mouths of the pastimers.

Xiaodi said vaguely: "Now that the thornhead has been killed by the order, what do you plan to do with the rest? Do you want to trigger a few new fatal events with that bottle of potion, and grind your temper?"

With a toothpick in his mouth, Gao Yi felt a little ashamed when he heard this, and shook his head, "It still won't work. If there are fewer people, I'm afraid they have already collapsed to the point of committing suicide before revealing any valuable information."

He could tell that apart from the leader, the rest of the team were all rookies with little practical experience, and it seemed more appropriate to mix experience with one sentence.

No one took this villa seriously. This kind of fallacy in information not only included them, but naturally also included the apostle.

After all, who would have thought that in this unattended villa, there would be the stronghold of the biggest villain in the East China Sea?
Gao Yi signed another piece of watermelon, and his thoughts returned to the only point that interested him before.

Judging from that Kevin's performance and dictation, Paradise Lost seems to have mastered a certain technique to overcome the price of skill?If that's the case... that's a big deal.

Gao Yi leaned on the sofa, thought for a while, and waved his hand: "You can bring them all here, and let them go after I finish asking the questions."

"Let go?"

"Put it at the door of the executive board. I want to deal with this kind of thing. They should be more experienced."

Xiaodi swallowed another piece of watermelon, jumped off the sofa, turned and left the living room.

……

Potion room.

The three guys who came back from the same way hid behind the cauldron that had already been turned off, and were trembling constantly. One of them looked at Kevin who seemed to have experienced another peeling, and said in a trembling voice: "How is it? Have you found him? ?”

Beside the flickering fire, Kevin's face full of dead skin looked a little weird, he shook his head while shaking his head.

"No, I've searched back and forth on that road several times, but I haven't found anything at all. The leader seems to have evaporated from the world..."

"How can people disappear for no reason?"

One person's voice trembled, but he still said firmly: "He walked in front of us, could it be that he triggered some ambush in the maze and was forced to leave us?"

"It's possible, remember what the dwarf said? We may really not be in the East China Sea, but the Caucasus Mountain..."

The voice of the conversation suddenly fell silent, and the three of them looked at the back of a cauldron together. There was the exit of the potion room, which had already been blocked by them.

At this time, behind the cauldron, there was a familiar voice?
"Move the pot away, it's me!"

(End of this chapter)