The wind was howling, blowing a desolate tune, and the dark red blood spewed out from the bottom of the swamp, dyeing the rotten mud red, and also dyed the gray sky red.
Some figures stepped forward in front of the surrounding fog, those with hesitation, fear, and unwillingness in their expressions.
"I don't want to go up... let me go..."
"Let me go, let me go..."
Such trembling words faintly came from the wind. Some of them were begging and begging for mercy. I want to go home.
At the same time, the surrounded team of Mist Breakers and Gu Jun felt that the sinister turbidity was about to condense into a mass.
"Fuck." Lou Xiaoning muttered, and the automatic rifle in her hand was no longer aimed at Tan Jinming, but at the people who were coming, but the sight was aimed at this and that, and the finger lightly pressing the trigger could not Press it down, "Gu Jun! What to do? Are you going to shoot them?"
This problem is also faced by other Mistbreakers, those people are obviously not members of the Negative Choice Life Society, they have not been changed by the darkness.
Perhaps now, it is the so-called "painful operation" of the life association of negative selection, which forces them to carry out the so-called "transformation".
The mission of the Mistbreaker Squad is to save people, Gu Jun, Wang Ke, Cao Yicong and other colleagues, to save the people, to save the babies...
These people are of course also on the rescue list, in the squad-based mental pillar.
Deng Ximei, Yu Chi, Feng Peiqian, Uncle Dan, Peacock, Mo Qing, and Grant Bell all stood back to back as horns, but none of them could fire the gun.
Those were ordinary people who were held hostage and kidnapped, how could they shoot and kill them... It's just that these people can become full of danger at any time.
They can't let those people get close...
"I..." Gu Jun was speechless for a while, seeing that the crowd coming was mainly young and middle-aged, but there were also old people and children. His complicated mood added a sense of anger, and he shouted: "Tan Jinming, Lin Jing, Bux! Don't you think you are despicable?"
"You can't shoot, Captain Gu, I'll try to summon Baiaki again." Yu Chi said anxiously, and Feng Peiqian who was next to him hurriedly stopped: "You have to resist your spiritual barrier well! You still want to summon Baiaki because you think you are being deceived by the darkness." Doesn't it erode fast enough, and it doesn't work, I tried it and I know it won't work here."
Yu Chi is the most difficult one to resist the spiritual barrier here, and his spiritual barrier is also the most violent.
After the team's mental pillar network tower was established, the others knew this, and were even affected a little by it.
So at this time, Yu Chi's ability to restrain Bux's surge and weaken the dark will here is a very difficult contribution.
"Here..." Deng Ximei also said with a frown, "There is no way to fight darkness with darkness, it will only encourage it..."
The eight automatic rifles, as well as grenades and miniature missiles, could not find the target.
The people coming were getting closer and more and more, covering up Tan Jinming, Chen Xing, Ah Mu and others behind them, and they could only be vaguely seen standing there through the tiny swaying gaps. They remained indifferent.
Gu Jun couldn't say "shoot", and shooting wouldn't necessarily stop all of this.
He scanned his surroundings, pulled out his feet stuck in the mud vigorously, and thought of a way...
What's the weakness of this place, what's the weakness of that voice...
At this time, the people walking in the front were less than 30 meters away from them, and everyone could clearly see the increasing pain on the faces, the red eye sockets, the struggling facial muscles, and the messy pleadings. , "Let me go back, let me go back..."
A short, fat, ordinary-looking young man wearing glasses stopped trembling, suddenly turned from choking to howling, and refused to move forward.
The man's eyes were blinking twitchingly, his facial muscles were also twitching, and he wailed with a voice of clearing his throat, obviously a patient with Tourette's syndrome.
"Let me go back..." the man wailed loudly, almost kneeling in the mud.
Suddenly, a monstrously huge black tentacle flew from the mist, choked the man with Tourette's disease by the throat, lifted it into the air, and then slammed it into the ground with a muffled bang, bang bang, and the mud splashed , half of the man with Tourette's disease was sunk in the mud facing the ground.
"Weak, weak, weak!" The voice sounded again, cold and rough, "Weak!"
The man with Tourette's syndrome hasn't died yet, and he doesn't seem to be in a coma. He's still writhing all over his body. He must be unable to breathe. He wants to stand up...
"Do you like being a pile of mud so much, living a life like that where you are panting all the time! Then stay in it! Weak, weak, weak!"
Around the man, other people who had also stopped before, some continued to move forward in fear, and some collapsed and sat on the ground.
A crippled child cried out, and an ugly but tenacious woman in her thirties was protecting the child, even though they did not know each other.
"You are devils!" the woman choked up and cursed, "Of course we are two different species, you are devils!"
Another huge black tentacle suddenly flew out, strangled the woman and lifted her, pushing her down into the mud...
"You have experienced three failed relationships, all of which were self-indulgent. Those three men just regarded you as a pastime when they were bored. They just wanted to try a highly educated and talented woman. There is no need to think about giving up on you. Didn't really take you seriously! Why, why, you are an excellent person, you have worked hard to save yourself since you were a child, why can't you get happiness? Because you are ugly, it's that simple. No matter how hard you try, how do you get along with those who are choosing Hang out together, attend high-end occasions together, you are also a negative choice. But what you desire and what you cherish is what those beautiful women are born with, and they never cherish. Most of them, They squander their bodies, they live a superficial life that you despise, they don’t read books, they are prostitutes, but as long as they are willing, the three men you liked will kneel in front of them. Because they are the right choice.”
The strong wind was still howling, and the woman who was crushed into the mud was struggling and trembling...
why why…
Why is it so difficult...
"Weak, weak, weak, pain, more pain, stronger, stronger!" said the voice, pouring into the woman's ear, and pouring into the ears of others.
Those people were still walking towards the Mistbreaker squad in the middle, with less than twenty meters left.
For the past minute or two, the Mistbreakers team could only watch, unable to do much except make a last futile attempt to shoot those tentacles.
Watching the man with Tourette's syndrome and the woman being pushed further into the quagmire broke their hearts.
Gu Jun gritted his teeth with a sullen face, looking at his pair of ankles showing putrid mud...
He could feel that his feet were being invaded by foreign objects in the uterine cavity of the other black goat. If this was a connection, then the pain could also be brought over.
He held the Calop scalpel firmly in his right hand and swung it violently.