Everyone looked around with their flashlights. Their mouths were big, estimated to be the size of two or three football fields. The structure inside the skull has actually been severely destroyed, and various organizations have been artificially exploited.
When I walked to the depths of the darkness, looking back and forth, it was all foggy and could not touch the edge. The footsteps of the six were dull, revealing a feeling of depression.
Suddenly, I looked back and shone the flashlight. There was nothing.
"Why, still think there is something?" Chongyang asked.
I nodded, and said not to be nervous. Over and over again, I felt that something was following.
I suddenly remembered one thing, Li Yuanyi's hearing is very sensitive. This is seen in the underground palace of the Jing clan. "Captain Li, don't you hear the sound of something behind you?"
He listened, put his palm to his ear, and said seriously: "No."
I have no choice but to say no more. After all, people are experts. Can the experts say anything false
Continue to walk forward, feeling the feet start to squirm.
It's the tongue of the ground gliding that moved.
"Brother Zhao! Moved! This thing has moved, is he going to chew us into his stomach?"
Zhao Feng said loudly: "The head has been cut off, where is the belly pretend to come from!"
"Yeah!" Da Hao said in a crying voice: "Why are you still moving after it's been cut off?"
This is because we are already unsteady, stumbling on the ground, and the tongue of the ground peeping constantly swings, and the person standing on it naturally loses the center of gravity.
The bad thing is that there is nothing in the mouth, and there is nowhere to take advantage of it, so I have to lie on the ground and hold on to my companion.
Just like an earthquake, there was a rumbling sound from the depths of the head, but nothing fell, only shaking.
The violent swing became more and more rush, my hand gripped Chongyang's arm tightly, and the world turned around and followed the washing machine, and soon I couldn't hold it anymore. The human body cannot be fixed with the strength of ten fingers alone. Gradually the Double Ninth Festival left me. I also fell into the darkness in seemingly endless flips.
I don't know where to go, and they don't know where to go.
Ordered.
This is not the first time I have placed an order, but it is indeed the first time I have been so embarrassed to place an order.
I retched a few times, the gas mask was nowhere to be found, and the stench on my body peeked into my face with the sour smell in my mouth.
Good guy, I really have bad breath. The taste of this old mouth is horrible.
I lay on the ground, barely adapting to this environment, took out the flashlight from my bag and just wanted to turn it on. Behind me suddenly a hand patted me on the back.
Then he made a gesture.
Is an "X".
I lay on my side on the ground and woke up, it was not X, but a "fork".
Why draw a cross? I was about to reluctantly turn around, a cross was drawn on that hand, and then I wrote a sentence.
"Don't make a noise."
He writes slowly, and his strokes are very clear. But it is very difficult to receive his message only based on the feeling on the back. Fortunately, when I was in school, I didn't do my job properly. I liked playing with the front and back tables the most.
After the people behind me wrote stroke by stroke, over and over again, I finally knew what he wrote.
"Don't make a noise."
"Do not move."
Is he a policeman? I think. I haven't committed anything lately.
Randomly, I came to understand and I was thinking about it. Don't say anything, don't move. It means don't make any noise.
Don't lead anything over.
I subconsciously held my breath, feeling the movement in the dark. The people behind him no longer move.
Suddenly, my cold hair stood upright, and a terrible thought flashed through my mind.
Who is the person behind? (End of this chapter)