"Could it be that I, Lingyun, am destined to die in this dungeon?"

Turning his head to glance at the medical staff a few meters away, he felt that his limbs seemed to be out of the control of his brain, and he couldn't help but sigh when he looked up to the sky, and a pessimistic mood began to gradually spread in his mind at the same time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I can't give up, I must not give up, I must live!"

At this time, Ling Yun, who had already stepped into the arms of death with one foot, couldn't help but think of Yi Ran, Lin Yue'er, and even his master again.

Thinking of the life and death promise he had made to Lin Yue'er, a belief that he would never admit defeat and fight fate to the end made him cheer up again, and took back the control of his limbs from the hands of death again, gritted his teeth and insisted on crawling towards the middle-aged man with his limbs, and the long black blood dragged out all the way from the back of his body looked so weird under the dim light overhead.

"I have to live, I won't make Yiran sad anymore, I have to live ......"

With these words in his mouth, Ling Yun finally crawled next to the already cold corpse of the medical officer, took out the morphine needle from the first aid kit pressed under him by the other party, and then pierced the major artery in his arm without hesitation.

"Whew!"

Feeling the severe pain in his body, which finally gradually subsided under the effect of coffee, an analgesic drug, Ling Yun quickly took out a blood coagulant from the first aid kit to stop the bleeding while breathing a sigh of relief, so as to avoid physical shock caused by excessive blood loss.

After doing all this, Ling Yun rested on the corpse of the medical officer for a while, and after injecting another morphine needle, he took out a scalpel from the first-aid kit and prepared to remove the shrapnel from his body.

Gently tearing open the sleeve of his right hand and flexibly tightening it an inch above his elbow with his clothes, Ling Yun began to take shrapnel from several wounds in his arm.

The scalpel gently cut through the skin and cut an inch-inch-deep wound in the arm that had been scorched by shrapnel, and the muscles at the wound naturally flipped to the sides, revealing the shrapnel embedded in the muscles.

Next, Ling Yun took out a pair of small pliers from the first aid kit again, and very carefully pinched out the shrapnel that was deep in the muscles, and black blood continued to drip down the wound he had cut.

Although he had been injected with morphine, he could still clearly feel the pain as if he was about to tear his soul, and his originally tightly knit brows couldn't help but wrinkle.

Thinking that he would continue to remove the shrapnel from other wounds, Ling Yun immediately took out the hemostat and coagulant to stop the blood that kept spilling from the wound for himself, and then began to remove the shrapnel from the next wound in the same way.

After half an hour of surgery, Ling Yun finally took out the last piece of shrapnel on his body, and the continuous blood loss made his face extremely pale and looked very weak, so he could only sit limply against the wall and gasp for breath.

"Damn, Lao Tzu is strong, and he didn't faint like this!"

Glancing at the several pieces of shrapnel taken out of his body, Ling Yun, who had finally picked up his little life, couldn't help but admire himself in his heart, and at the same time forgot to take out the nutrient solution and tactical chocolate from a dead ghost next to him and ate it, anyway, the dead man would not need these things anymore.

I don't know how long he rested, Ling Yun got up from the pile of corpses around him again, and tried not to think about the injuries on his body according to the method he learned in purgatory, and then moved his body to the middle-aged man's side.

"Sure enough, it's still an immature product, and the body protection ability is so poor!"

Seeing that this super soldier, who was able to use the energy wave attack method to instantly kill and injure nearly 100 Aqimi natives, but at this time he accidentally died under the muzzle of several old-fashioned large-caliber machine guns from World War II, Ling Yun couldn't help but sigh, it seems that while these so-called super soldiers emphasize super attack ability, their body protection ability has not been effectively improved.

After taking a turn around and making sure that the expedition team had been wiped out except for himself, Ling Yun picked up the M5 automatic rifle he had dropped on the ground and walked into the basement, and soon found many large wooden boxes sealed in the basement warehouse.

Flipping open a large wooden box, Ling Yun opened the filling materials used to prevent earthquakes and moisture in the box, and a medieval religious oil painting appeared in front of his eyes, and this oil painting was actually a famous religious oil painting depicting the story of the Bible;

"Could it be that the 'Last Supper' that is still in the world is a fake?"

Looking at the famous painting in front of him, which was still well preserved, Ling Yun naturally had such an idea in his mind, because he didn't want to believe that Hiddler would add a fake painting to his treasury.

Ling Yun casually opened a few large wooden boxes, and found that although the treasures contained in these boxes were not many, they were all priceless treasures, and one of them, a camel-carrying figurine of Chinese Tang Sancai porcelain, caught his attention.

I saw this camel standing with its head held high, its whole body brown and yellow, from the top of its head to its neck, from the chin to the abdomen, and the upper part of its two forelimbs, with drooping long hair, soft and beautiful.

The hunchback is mounted on a platform and covered with blankets. On the left and right sides of the platform, two figurines sit on each other, and they are sitting back to back, playing musical instruments, and one figurine is standing in the center, dancing. These three figurines all have deep eyes and high noses, beards, green lapel coats, white felt boots, and only one in front of them wears a yellow shoulder coat.

After admiring Tang Sancai in his hand, Ling Yun remembered the true purpose of his trip, so he hurriedly put Tang Sancai in his hand back into the box and began to look for the thing marked on the treasure map.

"This should be the one!"

Standing next to the most central stone platform full of treasures, Ling Yun couldn't help but feel a sense of uneasiness in his heart, and a very bad premonition also came to his heart.

Slowly opening the box on the stone platform, Ling Yun easily opened the shock-proof and moisture-proof materials in the box, but was surprised to find that there was actually an oval saucer-shaped object with a strange appearance and a sharp edge around it.

"This.... This is the legendary 'Grim Reaper'? Modern, right?"

Looking at the thing in front of him that seemed to look like a flying saucer model, Ling Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly, how could this thing be buried by an Egyptian prince thousands of years ago, this is obviously a modern product.

It's just the same as the legendary item that can awaken the god of death, and the eight poles can't be hit.

"Could it be that the Germans have already taken away the item that summoned death and kept this gadget?" Ling Yun couldn't help but muttered to himself with some doubts. (To be continued.) )