In the collapsed base, Long Xiaoqi and the ghost soldiers quietly watched the collapse in front of them, feeling the power of destroying the world. Once everything had calmed down, the Ghost Soldier led him on his way north.

To the north is a mountain, and there is a secret passage. After entering the dark passage, Long Xiaoqi saw an old-fashioned locomotive parked there. There are railroad tracks here, which stretch all the way to the north, and I don't know where they end.

"Help me." The ghost soldier took out the first aid kit and threw it in front of Long Xiaoqi.

He took off his military coat and took off the clothes inside, revealing his body, which was covered in bullet holes. But such a scarred body still gave Long Xiaoqi a feeling of explosion, as if the power could surge out at any time.

The ghost soldier asked Long Xiaoqi to help him take out the warhead, although he could take out most of it, but he couldn't take out the one on his back.

Long Xiaoqiyi held a scalpel in his hand and tweezers in the other, and began to take warheads for the ghost soldiers. His eyes changed when he faced his back, when the scalpel cut through a bullet hole.

He'd made a decision before to either fool the Ghost Soldier or kill him! Now the chances are the best, as long as he sticks the scalpel forward, he will stab the ghost soldier in the heart.

"What are you going to do when you get out? Come with me or not? Long Xiaoqi asked seemingly casually.

"I don't know." The Ghost Soldier replied indifferently, "I'm going to help you get back to health." ”

Long Xiaoqi hesitated for a moment, but the scalpel did not reach out in the end, and continued to take the warhead for the other party. Seriously, killing an existence like a ghost soldier would be more satisfying than ever, but this satisfaction is definitely not a sneak attack.

Since the other party doesn't know what to do in the future, there is still hope to win it. In addition, it is important to note that the Spectre Soldier may be able to help him recover from his injuries.

Seriously, this will make Long Xiaoqi's hand holding the scalpel tremble. Shake. The power of morphine is about to pass, and when this power passes, you may not be far from death.

The warheads were taken out one by one and then stitched with sheep gut. After doing this, Long Xiaoqi's face became very embarrassed, his body began to show spasmodic convulsions, and the corners of his mouth began to flow dark black blood again.

On the contrary, the ghost soldier who had the bullet removed from his body showed signs of improvement. Despite his blood loss, none of the bullets were fatal. In the process of melee, it is impossible for him to control not being shot, but he can effectively avoid being hit in the fatal part.

The ghost soldier looked indifferently at Long Xiaoqi, who was about to die, and stretched out his right palm to stick to his chest.

Suddenly, the ghost soldier suddenly exerted his strength and slapped it fiercely.

"Bang!"

"Poof! ——”

The black blood was raging, and Long Xiaoqi was almost fainted by a slap from the ghost soldier.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts from top to bottom. Even the fingers were pierced with the stinging pain of the tip of the needle, and the feeling was like being thrown on a mountain of knives, enjoying the piercing of ten thousand knives.

At this moment, Long Xiaoqi regretted it, he felt that he should have killed the ghost soldiers just now.

"Bang!"

Another dull palm, the ghost soldier didn't care whether Long Xiaoqi could withstand it or not, and once again struck him hard in the abdomen.

"Poof! ……”

"Ah!! ——”

Long Xiaoqi burst out with a terrible scream, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of black blood.

And this mouthful of black blood is full of fishy smell, I don't know how long it has been accumulated in the body, and the previous black blood presents a stark contrast to the taste. It can be understood that the previous black blood is only the surface, and what will be spit out is hidden in the deepest depths.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ……”

Palm after palm, the ghost soldiers continued to slap Long Xiaoqi's body. And almost all the slaps were around Long Xiaoqi's heart, as if he was going to smash his heart alive.

Long Xiaoqi had already passed out, at the mercy of the ghost soldiers like a mess of meat. He lost his sense of pain, and the central nervous system took the initiative to cut off the pain branch under his control, leaving him unconscious, and giving his body enough protection.

The stinking black blood flowed out of Long Xiaoqi's mouth one by one, becoming thicker and darker in color, just like a rotten liquid.

The ghost soldiers didn't want to kill Long Xiaoqi, if they wanted to kill, they would be able to smash Long Xiaoqi's sternum and even his heart with the first palm. He used his own way to help Long Xiaoqi recover his health, according to his theory, people's internal injuries are always a matter of blood.

This is in line with Western medical theories, as well as the theories of Chinese medicine. Blood is indeed the foundation of a person's health, and internal injuries are often a problem of blood.

It's just that no one dares to heal in this way, not even the Immortal Doctor doesn't dare to use such a tyrannical method. This is to kill people, and a bad one will not kill a big living person.

After the indifferent ghost soldier finished slapping, he stretched out two fingers and put them on Long Xiaoqi's chest, poking them at it like lightning.

"Huh!"

Long Xiaoqi sat up reflexively, his eyes were glaring to the extreme, and his face was full of bruised tendons, looking like earthworms crawling on it.

How hideous and hideous, how terrifying and terrifying. This Long Xiaoqi was placed in hell by the ghost soldiers, but he couldn't resist yet, so he could only passively accept it.

"Poof! ……”

A mouthful of black blood with countless tiny blood clots spurted out.

"Right atrium." The ghost soldier spat out three words.

As the sound is made, the finger is placed in the right atrium and poked again.

Long Xiaoqi lay down again, staring at him like a living dead, his head tilted to the side, and small blood clots flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

As it flowed, the black, fishy blood slowly changed color and began to take on a normal red color. This meant that the blood in his body had been released by the Ghost Soldier's violent manipulation, and this death-or-life treatment was effective.

But Long Xiaoqi lost too much blood, and even his breathing was almost gone.

4800 ml, normal human blood volume. When there is a loss of 25 percent, death is possible. Long Xiaoqi should weigh 80 kilograms, which means that the blood in the body is more than 5000 ml.

But from the full-scale outbreak of his internal injuries to the present, he has lost almost half of his blood. Normal people have died a long time ago, and the reason why Long Xiaoqi is not dead is because he has suffered too many injuries and shed enough blood.

Indifferently glancing at Long Xiaoqi, who was on the verge of death, the ghost soldier began to wave his shovel to fill the steam furnace with coal, burning it to produce steam kinetic energy.

"Buzz! ——”

The whistle sounded, and the locomotive, which had enough kinetic energy, began to move forward along the tracks.

"Bang dang! Bang dang! Bang dang! ……”

From slow to fast, carrying the two into absolute darkness and starting Long Xiaoqi's journey to hell.