"Hou Sheng, don't think about playing any tricks with my Wu Laogou, after all, this thing is in my hands, and you know what it means."

He shook the gun in his hand, never looking at me, but still taking care of himself, gulping down the dry food in his hand.

But he looks like a disaster victim who has fled the famine, and he has to pick up even a little scrap and stuff it into his mouth.

I froze in place, my body trembling involuntarily, and a little humiliation spread to my whole body from the bottom of my heart.

"Seeing that you are so young, you should have never tasted the taste of being held to the head by a gun, let me tell you, this person's head is like a watermelon in a melon seedling."

"Bang, bang."

"As long as the scoop is opened, what humiliation, what mission, what faith, it's all a fart."

His voice was slightly hoarse, like the sound of autumn leaves falling on the ground, sliding by the wind.

I closed my eyes tightly, and the feeling of humiliation in my heart rushed into my mind.

A sentence kept echoing in my head.

"I'm a soldier, I can't be so cowardly, what to be afraid of, Lao Tzu would rather be a martyr than be coerced, let alone a tomb robber."

I silently counted 123 in my mind, and then little by little I reached out and grasped the muzzle of his gun.

His expression was slightly surprised, as if he suspected that the shot had not shocked me.

Then he pulled the safety behind the gun again, pointed hard at my head and said, "Oh, this melon baby who has been a soldier is different." ”

"Do you know, when you snatched the bead from Lao Tzu's hand and threw it into the abyss."

"Lao Tzu almost couldn't hold back, and wanted to shoot you down."

My closed eyes slowly opened, and there was sadness in my eyes, but more from the blood and energy that saw death as home.

I slowly walked backwards until I felt my heel hang in the air, and then smiled at the old dog Wu in front of me.

"You can never kill a person of faith, let alone threaten me to do anything."

He froze in place, and the board next to his fingers seemed to have forgotten to pull at this moment.

Then he looked at my body, and fell backwards little by little, and the strange abyss whined and broke the wind, like a demon from hell howling.

"Housheng, you...".

The next second, he came to his senses, and the brake gun in his hand quickly reinserted back into his waist, just about to reach out and grab me with his rough and thin arm.

But by this time it was too late.

I closed my eyes tightly, and my mind conjured up scenes of lively faces, either happy or sad.

Just looking at me with all eyes on me, I thought I was going to die this time.

But God seems to have played a big joke on me.

When I woke up again, I was lying on a cold rock formation, with the faint glow of a fire next to me.

I can't believe it's true, I survived.

But in the next scene, the rickety back in front of me made me feel cold, and even my back was in a cold sweat.

"Why is this old guy still following me?"

I cursed inwardly.

As soon as I tried to stand up, there was a sharp pain in my limbs, accompanied by a weak ache, and I lay on the rock like a puddle of mud.

recalled the scene when he fell into the abyss before he fell into a coma, and thought that falling from such a high place would be considered his fate.

"In the afterlife, your life is really big."

His hoarse voice echoed in this quiet space, and at this moment I faintly heard the sound of water.

The trickle echoed in the distance, and I could vaguely see that it was a black pool, rippling with the falling stones from the cliff above.

"Old fellow, your life is not small."

I opened my mouth to scold angrily, and I endured the sharp pain coming from all over my body, but my throat felt like something choked.

"Don't vomit, you've got something good in your mouth."

Wu Laogou's rickety back sat by the fire on the edge of the waterhole and did not move.

I thought to myself that he was defenseless at this time, and it was a good time to sneak attack, but just as I tried to clench my fists, the soreness in my limbs couldn't help but make me feel angry.

"Thanks to your leap just now, I never thought that there was a black Tan under this cliff."

"The pond gathers and is cloudy, and the falling objects are silent, it seems that this is also the fate of you and me, and we can meet in this strange underground fortification."

The more I listened to him, the more outrageous it became, but there was a calmness in his words.

"This guy seems to be able to see everything, and he will never be disappointed or disappointed."

"You stuffed something in my mouth."

While thinking about it, I only felt a bitter taste in my throat and saliva in my mouth, and then I woke up.

I couldn't help but cough lightly a few times, and the black mucus came out of my mouth with a gray pill.

"Hey, you melon baby, this is a good medicine to heal wounds, if it weren't for the fact that you and I are quite fated, Lao Tzu would be reluctant to give it to you."

Next to the fire, the rickety back hurriedly ran over, and in the dim light, Wu Laogou's eyes narrowed into a slit.

He bent down and picked up the pill, blew the ashes, and put it back in his arms again.

He walked over slowly, briefly examined the injury on my leg, and his eyes subconsciously swept to my face.

The two looked at each other, but I closed my eyes very stubbornly and remained silent.

"Good boy, that's how you treat your savior."

He sneered a few times, and his hoarse voice accompanied by dim light made her whole wrinkled face even more eerie.

I closed my eyes and ignored him, and after a while, I felt that the pain in my body was not so painful.

When he opened his eyes again, the package that had been placed beside him was gone, and the wet clothes on his body had been dried by torches, but there were still black blood stains.

I looked around, only to see that there was no one around.

An inexplicable fear in my heart gradually approached me with the sound of flowing water.

Suddenly.

A crisp gunshot disrupted my thoughts, and I followed the sound of the gunshots to see the clumsy figure standing by the black pool, waving to me triumphantly.

On the rocky slabs on the ground, there are a few big black fish jumping around.

He simply scraped the two fish clean, removed the black entrails and scales, and took advantage of the dim firelight.

I could see very clearly that the two fish weighed two or three pounds, and their bodies were covered with black scales, and even their mouths were full of sharp teeth, and they looked a little terrifying.

The next second, when he shone the fish's head to the fire, I realized it.

It turned out that the heads of these two fish had no eyes, and their sharp teeth were as bare as fangs.

I couldn't believe it, so I endured the pain on my body and slowly got up, took the fish in my hand again and looked at it carefully, but I really didn't find any eyes.

"This..., the evil sect."

I couldn't help but exclaim, but I heard the old dog Wu next to me chuckling at me.

"In the future, I have never seen such a fish, everything in this world is yin and yang, and every one born has its own reason."

"For example, if you look at a newborn kitten, even if it can't crawl yet, the mouse must be timid when it sees it, and the method of all things in the world is born according to the environment."

"This fish grows in a black pool that is extremely cloudy, and the water in the pool has no light all day long, so naturally it will not give birth to eyes."

I know in my heart that he and I are talking about the laws of the survival of all things, although it is not a big truth, but when it comes to his mouth, it can be easily understood.

(Please rest assured, the protagonist has almost asked me to write half dead, I will be disabled today, and I will be funeral tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow will be the end of the book)

If I could add a few more comments, I wouldn't mind, I could have made his death more comfortable.

Don't tip, return to the original intention.

After all, no one's money is blown by the wind, I just hope that everyone can enjoy my work, then I am really very content.

(That's all, don't take it seriously, I haven't written enough)