Chapter 162: The Wooden House

The ball of light rushed into 11's broken chest, and at the same time, the surging blood miraculously stopped. Even under your gaze, the wound healed little by little. But even so, looking at 11's dead closed eyes, your expression is still full of panic.

"Not enough, not enough!" In a panic, the warm currents in your body are constantly squeezed, and one after another the healing techniques are used, and the light is almost constantly pouring into the broken chest of 11. But even so, you still clearly feel that 11's body is becoming more and more lifeless.

I couldn't help but grab 11's little hand, and you couldn't help but be startled when you noticed the cold touch that was far from human. Your face changed, and you continued to frantically squeeze the warm current in your body: "You can't die, you can't die......"

Maybe it's the traction of emotions, and a door opens to you suddenly. A clicking sound suddenly appeared in your mind, and at the same time, the warm current in your body, far more ferocious than the one you had deliberately induced before, instantly poured out of your palm.

It is as if a piece of petals are scattered, and scattered large white points of light are directly spilled out of your hands, directly covering 11's body.

11 The wound, which seemed to you to heal slowly, was healed in an instant by the light that fell like white petals, far better than the miraculous situation before.

Although looking at the torn part of 11's tights, there is still a relatively obvious scar, but at this moment, you clearly notice that 11's body seems to be recovering little by little. And the vanishing vitality also slowly recovered with the breath that reappeared in the 11 mouths and noses.

A sense of prostration came towards you, and only then did you realize that because of the technique that was obviously an enhanced version of the healing element just now, it had taken away all the warm currents in your body.

Suddenly your legs are a little weak and numb, and you sit on the ground.

Gasping for breath, although the inexplicable feeling of emptiness and lack in your body makes you feel an almost unbearable awkward taste. But looking at 11's face that is a little pale, a little cold, but tickling your nerves all the time, feeling the blood color on 11's face that is recovering little by little, your mood at this time is much, much, too much.

Subconsciously glanced at the corpse of the cave not far away, and thinking of the 11 'before death' instructions, you struggled to stand up and walked to the corpse of the cave.

Looking at the small remote control that was left on the ground, you crouch down and hold the remote control in your hand.

The shell is dark black, and I don't know what kind of material it is made of, it has a rough texture like frost, which has a delicate feeling in the hand.

But this little thing that looks so pleasing to the eye, you know that it almost took 11 lives, and even ......

Even, your own life!

With a slight chill in your gaze, you flip the remote control, look at an opening on the back, hesitate, and open the opening.

A strange-looking battery, lying quietly in the remote control at this time.

After watching it quietly for a while, you carefully deduct the strangely shaped battery from the remote control.

Playing with the little remote control in your hand again, you slammed it to the ground, and then stomped it to pieces.

Turning around and looking at 11, who was still unconscious, you thought about it for a while, looked at the surroundings, and prepared to take 11 to a place to settle down.

Just as you are about to get up, you will inevitably slam into the rectangular suitcase that the corpse is still holding in its left hand.

With great difficulty, you pulled out the left hand of the cave, and after taking the rectangular black suitcase in your hand, you hesitated for a moment and opened the suitcase.

A model that seemed to be a coffin was lying quietly in the suitcase, and under the 'coffin model', there was a small box.

After seeing the two boxes in the suitcase, one large and one small, one long and one long, you took a look. Especially when you notice the 'coffin model', it always feels a little familiar.

But frowning and thinking about it for a while, you are very sure that you have not seen it.

A thought flashes through your mind, and you suddenly remember that something similar seemed to have been written in the novel.

Sword coffin?

That word comes to mind when it comes to mind.

When you see the existence of a yellowed and withered piece of paper on the side of the coffin, you instantly realize that there is no deviation in the slightest deviation from the guess you just made.

Thinking of the power of the 'Heavenly Jealousy Killing Field' described in the book, you look at the sword coffin, and your gaze becomes a little hot.

The right hand subconsciously wanted to tear off the rune paper on the sword coffin, but when your right hand almost touched the edge of the rune paper, it may be in scruples, or it may be a little uncertain, you hesitated and looked back at 11 again, gritted your teeth, and took your right hand back again.

Glancing at the small square box under the sword coffin again, you suddenly shut up the suitcase again.

Lifting the rectangular suitcase, you were about to leave with 11 when you accidentally glanced at the face that you shot indiscriminately.

The black mask, because of the bullet, had been broken into several pieces at this time. Because of this reason, most of Dong Mi's face was faintly revealed.

Maybe out of curiosity, maybe subconsciously, you reach out your right hand and tear off the last remaining mask from Dong Mi's face.

is old, but there is obviously a trace of majesty that seems to have been formed by a long high position.

After a moment's pause, you shook your head, dispelled the momentary trance, grabbed your suitcase, and walked towards 11.

While carrying the suitcase, you struggled to pick up 11's body, checked the micro flush, looked at the surroundings, and walked directly to a small wooden house that could be faintly seen in the distance on the right.

It wasn't a long distance, and at this time, your body, which was far superior to the body you once was, took difficult steps, and after a while, you finally walked to the cabin with 11 in your arms.

It has probably been deserted for a long time, perhaps because some hunters built it in the past, and at this time, those wooden houses made of simple wood are more or less covered with some dust and cobwebs.

Tentatively circling around the wooden house, and seeing that it was indeed an empty house, you gently pushed the door open.

Although your movements are quite slight, a large amount of floating earth will inevitably pounce on your face the moment you push open the door.

Subconsciously sneezing and spitting out the dust in your own mouth, you knocked off the cobwebs next to the door and walked in with 11 in your arms.

Listen to the simple room, there is only a wooden bed, and there is even a moldy quilt on the bed.

Looking at the moldy quilt, you can't help but be surprised. After glancing into the room again vigilantly, and seeing that there was indeed nothing abnormal, you noticed that you walked to the bed and put 11 on the bed. (To be continued.) )