Chapter 1921: Escape in the Strange Night (4)

I don't know how long it has been.

"Uh......h Albert slowly opened his eyes and found himself in the dark.

There was a soft, warm thing next to him, and it was breathing, emitting a special sweet smell.

A woman's body fragrance.

"Chanel?" Albert whispered, "Are you okay?"

"Uh......h Uh-huh. Chanel also woke up, and she snorted twice before replying, "Not dead yet." Woo...... Damn, I sprained my leg. ＂

"Where are we?" Albert asked curiously. They seemed to be squeezed into a rather narrow space, and now Albert was holding the elf girl in a near-embracing motion, and the two were next to each other. The tiger then remembered that they had slipped through a vent-like passage just now, and in the process Albert subconsciously hugged Chanel in order to keep the girl from being injured in the process of falling. However, it backfired, and Chanel still seemed to have sprained her leg.

"I can tell you where this is, but you can't panic. Chanel said.

"Hmm. The tiger man snorted. After all this experience, Albert felt that it didn't matter what happened to him, even if he was in hell now, it didn't seem to make a difference.

"This is the passage that those people used to dispose of the bodies. They have conducted extensive human experiments on the base, and the dead have been abandoned to underground burial sites through these passages. So we're actually ...... right now ＂

When Albert heard this, he felt a chill down his spine. He finally understood what the slightly soft and cold touch behind him was. It turned out that it was not the dirt in the cave at all, but the plastic bag with the dead body!

Together with Chanel, he fell into the pile of corpses, in this small space, buried by a large pile of corpses.

The current situation could not be more desperate!

"Whew. Meow, I guess that's the end. Albert couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I can't use my strength, let alone crawl out of this pile of corpses and find a way to escape." How long will it be before we suffocate to death?"

Chanel was silent for a moment, then replied, "I don't know." How long have we been unconscious?"

Even Albert couldn't answer that question.

The space they were in was already small, so small that there was barely room for movement, and it seemed to be surrounded by ceilings and walls made up of countless corpses. It is also strange that the corpses that have been buried here for many years have neither stinked nor decomposed, but have become a stable structure.

It stands to reason that they would suffocate to death in less than half an hour in such a small space, regardless of whether they were unconscious from the impact of the fall (the oxygen consumption of a person is not much lower than usual when they are unconscious, unless they fall into a special hibernation-like state). It stands to reason that they should have suffocated to death when they were unconscious, and they didn't even have a chance to wake up.

Unless......

There are ventilation channels in this pile of corpses. Or at least a small slit that can be ventilated.

Buried in a pile of corpses deep underground, they seem to be surrounded by a series of despair, but at the same time they are also surrounded by a series of miracles.

"I don't understand. Why doesn't this pile of corpses smell of decay?" Albert asked in a low voice.

"So, the corpses are the product of their human experiments. Chanel replied, "It seems to be injecting a special high concentration of photons into the human body to carry out some kind of superhuman enhancement experiment." Many people died as a result, but their bodies also contained a large number of photons, which were so concentrated that they could be embalmed. ＂

"Just like Long Wu. Albert remembered that all kinds of dragon martial arts were also made from dragon corpse parts, and almost every part of the dragon had magic power, and the level of magic power would affect the speed at which the corpse pieces would be corrupted. If it has been thoroughly embalmed and made into a dragon martial arts, the special weapons made of these dragon corpses can even be preserved forever.

It seems that the same is true of the corpses piled up here. I don't know when they have been piled up in the ground, but they never decay, and they have been piled up in some wonderful form into this underground sea of corpses. Albert and Chanel were trapped in this sea of corpses.

"The good thing is that those bastards should have given up on us completely and won't chase us anymore. Albert then smiled wryly, "The downside is that we have to be trapped here for the rest of our lives...... Even if you don't die from lack of oxygen, you will eventually die of hunger and thirst. ＂

"Not necessarily...... Woo......!" Chanel tried to turn around, but she failed, and the sprained foot was in sharp pain and forced her to retreat.

"Since we know that air is coming from somewhere, it means that there must be a way to the outside. She then said, "Even if it's just a small slit, as long as you can squeeze it out...... We have a chance to escape from this underground sea of corpses. ＂

"Impossible. Albert, who was already extremely weak, immediately denied.

"No...... Don't ...... until the last minute Don't give up hope, stupid tiger. Chanel said.

"It's the last minute...... Albert muttered under his breath. He really couldn't think of any way out of this absolute desperate situation.

"Even if you can escape, what can you do...... He muttered in a voice that was almost only audible to him.

"In this devastated world, nothing good awaits me...... ＂

"Everything sucks...... ＂

"I can't expect anything...... ＂

"Nothing makes the slightest sense of anything...... ＂

"Now even my body ...... Also............ ＂

"Listen...... Stupid Tiger ...... Ignoring Albert's complaints, Chanel kept panting in a low voice, and her breath became weaker and weaker: "Don't give up...... Even if it's ...... For me...... ＂

"If you live...... Something good is bound to happen...... ＂

She leaned in, tried to hold Albert's face, and kissed it.

"Woo......" The tiger's face turned red instantly, even though no one could see it in the darkness.

Lips to lips, that kiss was the longest kiss that the tiger youth had ever experienced in his life.

The girl's moist lips were warm, like a flame about to be extinguished in the cold night, warming the shrinking tigerman youth. She hugged him tightly, as if she was cheering Albert up with her dying life.

She showed him that even in this rotten world, there were people who cared about him.

"Uh......h After an affectionate kiss, Chanel seemed to be unable to hold it anymore, and her hand holding Albert was released, and her face slipped from the side, leaning on Albert's chest. She fainted again. It was then that Albert smelled a faint smell of blood. Chanel didn't just sprain her leg, she actually broke her leg when she fell, and at the moment she had a serious wound on her leg, oozing blood. Because of the continuous blood loss, she fell into shock and was accelerating her death.

"Chanel?Chanel?!" Albert shook the girl nervously, but there was no way she could wake up. If she can't go on like this, she won't be able to survive for an hour. Before dying of thirst and starvation, she would first die of blood loss.

She was supposed to save him, but her life was in danger, all because he didn't protect her.

And before that, he was still complaining and losing hope.

And she even endured great pain, and came to comfort him.

Albert's eyes suddenly moistened.

He had a bold idea.

His body is still in severe pain, because he has been toyed with and tinkered with, he is dominated by pain from the inside out, and it is difficult to move to the extreme.

Nevertheless------

"Damn------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------, ah

Albert still moved his arms and kicked his legs hard, trying to escape from the pile of corpses in absolute despair, to break free from death.

He had to get her out of this hellish place. Even if only she escaped.

The muscles were tearing frantically, and he felt his internal organs bleed.

The blood is boiling, and life is burning.

Still, he was only a tenth of an inch in the sea of corpses.

Countless corpses piled up on top of each other, squeezed, next to each other. It is also difficult to forcibly push these corpses and find a small crack in them that can be drilled out.

"Woo......! Woo......!!" Albert struggled desperately and laboriously, stubbornly driving his near-collapse ** to crawl. He protected the unconscious Chanel in his arms, and he himself was under the weight of tons of corpses from all directions, squeezing forward little by little.

The darkness, the loneliness, the despair, the helplessness. It's like being in the depths of the ocean.

His mind was blank, but he continued to stubbornly use brute force, hoping to use this brute force to find a way to survive before his life was completely gone.

He didn't have a god to pray, he didn't need it.

He has been ** by fate countless times, and it's time to get strong.

Smack!

The arm bone of his left arm was broken from excessive exertion. Or crushed under the weight of 10,000 tons of corpses, he never knows.

"Woo......!" he endured the pain, but continued to crawl forward, digging. He had a broken left hand, but he still had his right hand.

"Incense...... Nair ............ Fragrant...... Nelle!" In a trance, he repeated the name of the woman in his arms.

The pile of corpses on top of it was about to collapse and squash him along with the Dark Elf Maiden, but he forced himself to prop himself up on his other leg and narrowly avoided it.

"Wait for all this...... It's all over...... We're going to ...... Let's look at the sea...... Angry, he muttered in a voice that seemed to be out of nowhere, as if it was for the unconscious girl, and as if it was only for himself: "This time...... To go on a date seriously...... ＂

Snap!------ his spine broke.

The pile of corpses collapsed from above, it was no longer a weight he could bear, and he was squashed.

Albert was buried with Chanel in the pile of corpses, and he felt the sharp pain of his bones shattering little by little, and he could hear the creaking sound of the broken bones.

(Ah, that's the end.) ）

He sighed.

(Sorry, Chanel.) ）

Just as Albert was about to lose consciousness completely, a white light slowly seeped out of him.

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