Chapter 14 Stuffy Oil Bottle

The kid coughed: "Comrades, I'm hurting you. It looks like we are going to see Marx. I really didn't fear anything, but I really didn't expect to die like this."

He was wearing a black mouse suit, so he couldn't see his figure in the dark. First I took a closer look and it turned out to be a fat and white person. It's not that a fat person can be a gold thief.

Pan Zi cursed, "Fatty man, where the hell did you come out? I really want to fuck you!"

I watched Huo Zhezi's dying, almost crying, and said, "You guys think of a way, otherwise no matter who smokes, it will be the bugs taking advantage!"

Pan Zi looked around, handed the short gun to the fat man, and then handed the Huo Zhezi to me, saying, "Originally, we burned the clothes and we could last some time, but the Huo Zhezi fire is too small, it may not be lit. We are already dead. I count to three. I come to attract these bugs. You will run to the root of the wall and climb up as a personal ladder. Time must be enough. I move fast. When you are up, I will run over again. No time can be lost!"

Before I refused, Pan Zi jumped fiercely and jumped into the pile of corpses. Immediately, the corpse surged up like a tide, and there really was a way in front of us. I yelled to save him, the fat man grabbed me and said, "Go up!"

He forced me to run for a few steps. With a support, I took advantage of the momentum and climbed up, and then reached out and pulled him up.

When I looked down, Pan Zi was full of corpses and rolled on the ground in pain. I almost started to cry. The fat guy yelled: "Get up, just a few steps! Quick!" But Pan Zi is no longer there. He may have gotten up. He has already started to have corpses in his mouth. He tried to stand up several times, but he was thrown to the ground. I really didn't expect these insects to be so aggressive. Pan Zi curled up and watched. We yelled from above, and he shook his head in agony.

In the end, his face was covered with corpses. I saw him stretch out his hand and made a gun gesture. The hand was already full of wounds. I knew he wanted us to kill him.

The fat man couldn't bear to look any longer, gritted his teeth and yelled "Brother, offended!"

At this moment, suddenly there was another bang on the top, and another person jumped off from above. Note that this person jumped down, not down, so he fell very steadily when he fell, but the weight of the landing It was very heavy. He bowed to cushion, supported the ground with one hand, and exhaled. The corpses were shocked at first, and suddenly they rammed around like crazy, desperately trying to stay away from this person, originally like a tide The big bugs that came in, at this time also receded like a tide. Disappeared deep in several hook holes on the wall.

I took a closer look and couldn't help being overjoyed. Isn't this person a stuffy bottle? The fat man also exclaimed: "Oh my God, this guy is not dead!" However, I stared at it and found it uncomfortable. I saw that his upper body was completely worn out, and there was blood all over his body. It seemed that he had suffered serious injuries. The stuffy oil bottle caught a glimpse of Panzi on the ground, who was dying, and hurried up to pick him up. We saw that we were rescued, and we hurriedly reached down. One person pulled Panzi, the other took the stuffy oil bottle and pulled them away. Come up.

This is really a situation where the sea has turned into a vicissitudes of life. It was still a lifeless situation just now. Now the form is suddenly reversed. We hurriedly wanted to check Pan Zi's injury. ."

Although I haven't grasped the meaning of his words, the fat man has jumped up, and he seems to be very empathetic, and he picks up Pan Zi on his back. I picked up Pan Zi's miner's lamp and opened the road ahead, and the four of them ran directly to the depths of the stone path.

I don't know how long I've been running. I can't tell how many bays I drove. The stuffy oil bottle grabbed the fat man and said, "Okay, the stone path here is a weird design. It should not be able to catch up in a short time." We stopped. , I realized that I was already sweating. I hurriedly asked what they were talking about. The stuffed oil bottle sighed and didn't answer me. I just laid Pan Zi flat on the ground. I thought it was right. Now the most important thing is to look. How is Pan Zi's injury?

Pan Zi really suffered a very serious injury this time. Almost his whole body was covered with cuts. If he was wrapped with bandages, even if there were enough bandages, he would become a mummy. I took a look. Fortunately, most of the wounds are not deep, but there are a few places on his neck and abdomen that are almost fatal. It seems that these bugs are very good at attacking soft places. The corpse was also the most bitten in the abdomen.

The stuffy oil bottle pressed his abdominal cavity with his hand, took out the ancient black gold knife from his waist, and said, "Help me hold him down."

I was shocked, with an unknown premonition, and hurriedly asked, "What are you going to do?"

He stared at Pan Zi's stomach as if a butcher was watching his victim. He swiped his two oddly long fingers around his wound while saying to me: "He got one in his stomach. "

"No way" I looked at him suspiciously, and then at the fat man, who had already pressed Pan Zi's feet: "From your performance, I believe him a little more."

I had to hold Pan Zi's hand, the stuffy oil bottle pierced the opening in his stomach, and then inserted his finger into his wound at lightning speed, probing, hooking, and clamping out a cyan corpse. , The speed of these movements is already very fast, but Pan Zi still bows in pain, his strength is so great, I can hardly hold him.

"This suffocation died in his stomach." The stuffed oil bottle threw the worm's corpse: "The wound is too deep. If it is not disinfected, it may become infected, which is very troublesome."

The fat man took out the glorious bullet from the gun and said: "Or we learn from the advanced experience of the American people and use this glorious bullet where it is really needed. We screw off the bullet and burn it with fire. Wound?"

Pan Zi grabbed the fat man's foot and gritted his teeth in pain and cursed: "I am not shot! You fucking think.. Want me to burn my intestines?" He took out a bundle of bandages from his pants pocket. There were blood stains on it. It seemed that the wound on his head was removed, and he said, "Fortunately, it still falls. Please tie me up first. Tie it tighter. This injury is nothing!"

The fat man said: "Personal heroism is out of fashion these days, comrade, I have seen your intestines, so don't hold on to it." When we finished speaking, we had to do it, and the stuffy bottle and I hurriedly stopped him. I said, "Don't If you mess up, the bullet will burn to his internal organs. It's better to wrap it up first."

The fat man was right when he thought about it. We hurriedly helped Pan Zi to wrap up the wound, and then tore a few quick cloths on my clothes and wrapped it in another layer. Pan Zi almost fainted because of the pain. I saw him Leaning against the wall for breath, I couldn't help being very moved. If I hadn't gotten the fire folder off, he might not have done it like this.

At this time, I remembered something and asked the fat man: "By the way, who the hell are you?"

The fat man just wanted to talk, and the stuffy bottle made a gesture of not making a sound. I immediately heard a creepy chuckle, coming from the side of the aisle.

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