Chapter 292: Wake Up

The liquid made a ghostly scream, which made the hairs on Mr. Liu's body stand up, and his body couldn't help but shiver.

“KAO！” Mr. Liu scolded, stretched out his hand and slapped Zifeng Daoist twice, and said, "Uncle Feng, wake up!!"

Daoist Zifeng still looked like he was staring at the ceiling with his mouth wide open and his eyes wide open.

"Ni Wang Ma!" Mr. Liu stretched out his fingers and began to pinch the middle of the Zifeng Daoist.

"Uncle! You're waking up soon, I'm just a clerical worker, I can't eat this thing. Mr. Liu pinched the people of Zifeng Daoist and said.

Kezi Feng Daoist is still the same, and there is no change at all.

At this time, the liquid no longer looked for the lonely ghost, and after churning on the ground for a while, ten bloody hands burst out of it, with a sound of breaking the air, and grabbed Mr. Liu.

"I'M CAOCAOCAO!" Mr. Liu scolded, took a bow, and dodged the attack of the ten bloody hands.

Ten bloody hands missed a blow, made a bend in the air, and continued to grab towards Mr. Liu.

"Female!" After Mr. Liu scolded, his body moved, and he pounced forward, barely dodging it.

The bloody hand still did not give up, and continued to grab towards Mr. Liu.

"Poison, you!" Mr. Liu spewed out another swear word, and a lazy donkey rolled and flashed over.

The bloody hand continued to bend, grabbing towards Mr. Liu like a poisonous snake eating bones.

Mr. Liu hurriedly retreated again and again, but the ward was already small, and after Mr. Liu retreated a few steps, there was no way out. But the bloody hand doesn't care if you have no way out, and still grabs Mr. Liu with a fierce momentum.

Seeing that the bloody hand was about to catch Mr. Liu, but when he was about to catch Mr. Liu, when he was only a little away, the bloody hand suddenly stopped abruptly.

I saw that the original thickness of the liquid was only a thin layer.

With a "brush", the bloody hand returned from the original way and retracted it, and the thin liquid changed back to its original thickness.

"Hehe! I see! "Mr. Liu can see through it at a glance, this liquid attack pattern.

"But for Mao's mess, just stay near the gate, don't come in?" Mr. Liu muttered to himself.

That's when the liquid started stirring again.

"Come on! You liquid trash! Mr. Liu sneered disdainfully.

As if the liquid could hear Mr. Liu's taunt, Ju Lie trembled, and slowly protruded a bag from the surface, which instantly turned into a blood thorn and pierced Mr. Liu.

"! Not with such. Mr. Liu almost burst into tears.

The blood thorn "brushed" a few turns in the air, and stabbed at Mr. Liu at the speed of thunder breaking through the air.

This kind of speed cannot be captured even when Mr. Liu opens his eyes.

With a "hiss", the blood thorn pierced into Mr. Liu's thigh.

"Ah~~~" Mr. Liu let out a miserable scream, reached out and grabbed the blood thorn and wanted to pull it out, but the blood thorn seemed to be firmly rooted in Mr. Liu's thigh, no matter how hard Mr. Liu tried, he didn't move.

Seeing that there was no bloody thorn to pull out, Mr. Liu reached out and pulled it out on his lower back, pulled out a peach wood dagger, held it in his hand, and slashed at the bloody thorn.

With a "ding" sound, the blood thorn was not cut, but a hole appeared on the peach wood dagger.

"Isn't it!" Mr. Liu was dumbfounded.

Although the peach wood dagger in Mr. Liu's hand is not the best, it is more than ten years old, and Yiqiang can be regarded as a top-grade peach wood dagger.

But not only did he not cut off the blood thorn, but he also cut a hole in the peach wood dagger.

Just as Mr. Liu was tossing the blood thorns in pain, the liquid came out one after another, and instantly turned into blood stabs and stabbed towards Mr. Liu.

When Mr. Liu saw this scene, his soul was almost frightened, and he didn't even have time to explode his foul mouth, and crawled to the side with one hand holding the bloody thorn on his thigh.

Maybe it was the explosion of potential or something, Mr. Liu actually dragged the blood thorns and crawled. But the speed of this crawling is simply miserable compared to the speed of the blood thorns.

I saw a bend of the blood thorn rushing upward, and after reaching the apex, another bend went down, stabbing towards Mr. Liu, who was crawling.

Mr. Liu saw that these blood thorns were determined to pierce himself, and he couldn't dodge them anyway, so he simply gritted his teeth and stopped crawling his body, twisting his body, and planned to avoid these blood thorns as much as possible.

The continuous sound of "hissing" came, and I saw that the blood thorns pierced Mr. Liu's body one after another, but fortunately, Mr. Liu twisted his body early, so that none of these blood thorns pierced Mr. Liu's vital point.

Although the vital point was not pierced, the pain was real, Mr. Liu's face became extremely pale in that moment, and he couldn't even scream in pain, and blood flowed out of the blood thorns in an instant, covering the ground.

At this moment, the surface of the liquid stirred again, and a large bag bulged, which gradually rose upwards and turned into a blood thorn, but this blood thorn was much thicker than the previous blood thorns.

After the blood thorn rose from the surface of the liquid, it bent a few times in the air and fixed in mid-air, and the tip of the blood thorn was aimed at the center of Mr. Liu's eyebrows.

At this time, Mr. Liu's whole body was in severe pain, not to mention, he had been nailed to the ground by a blood thorn, and he could only look at this blood thorn with both eyes, and there was a trace of despair in his eyes.

After the blood thorn shook slightly in the air, it seemed to be aiming at Mr. Liu's eyebrows, and the next second the blood thorn turned into a red blood shadow and stabbed towards Mr. Liu's eyebrows.

"Alas...... Are you going to die? The marquee is coming soon! Now that I think about it, my life is just a masturbation in addition to watching the eighteen forbidden movies. This kind of marquee is not very pretty. ”

I don't know if he knew that he was going to die, or because he had lost too much blood, Mr. Liu didn't have a trace of fear when facing death.

Just as Mr. Liu was about to face his death calmly, a loud voice crashed into Mr. Liu's mind.

"Phew!"

This voice was like a golden bell soul, giving Mr. Liu a blow to the head and directly waking Mr. Liu up. Then, the blood thorn that pierced Mr. Liu's eyebrows also turned into blood bubbles and disappeared at that moment.

Not only that, but the blood thorns on Mr. Liu's body also disappeared, and the eyes that were originally wrapped with a trace of despair gradually became clear.

"Huh!?" Mr. Liu woke up and looked at the ceiling of the ward, his eyes full of doubts.

"This ........." Mr. Liu touched his body and found that although the blood thorns were gone, the pain on his body still existed, and it was still a heart-piercing pain.

"Am I already dead?" Mr. Liu muttered to himself, "That's not right! Does it still hurt so much to die? ”

"Is the bed uncomfortable, or the sofa is not soft, do you have to lie on the cold ground and think about life?"