I saw that I was about to be cut off by the ghost warrior in front of me, so I simply fought to the death of a fish, and it was not my own character to sit back and wait for death.

I leaned the dying Suchak against the wall and raised my 38-type rifle with a bayonet in a charging position.

Cold sweat ran down his forehead and soaked through the collar a little bit, and his shadow was reflected on the ground as if there was no head.

I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and suddenly remembered the members of the Spirit Slayer team on a mission decades ago.

They all died in the underground fortifications of the little devil's biochemical experiments, and to this day, no one but me knows their names.

And for the sake of secrecy, even the tombstone cannot be inscribed.

Only the four big words "Unknown Martyr" on the stele clearly come into view, whenever I think of this, I only have inexplicable sadness and depression in my heart.

"Ahh

With a loud shout, almost with the determination to die, I picked up my bayonet and charged.

Unexpectedly, this blow stabbed into the body of the nearest ghost samurai impartially, and when he pulled it out, the tip of the knife was still stained with black blood.

A foul smell accompanied by nausea instantly filled the tunnel.

The ghost warrior who was stabbed in front of him did not fall, he only raised his head slightly, and the pale and bloodless face under the mask seemed to be moved.

Then the sharp *** slashed at my head, and I hurriedly resisted with my rifle.

A huge force shook the palm of my gun a little numb, and I lost my balance under the effect of gravity and kept retreating.

Unexpectedly, when he was leaning against the wall, there was a sudden sound behind him of the broken stone wall of the tunnel that had not yet been excavated.

The faint sound of breaking wind came through the cracks in the wall behind me, and I turned to look to see the end of the tunnel that had not yet been dug up.

Behind the walls seems to be connected to a space that leads to nowhere.

The damp rock soil, which had been very loose after decades of excavation, suddenly cracked two fingers wide under my violent impact.

Seeing that there was still a road behind me, I hurriedly rotated ** and began to smash the wall frantically.

The three strange figures behind him were still approaching slowly, perhaps because of the experiment, so that the body of the ghost warrior was not as flexible as a living person.

Every step they take is half a beat slower than the average person, which also makes my heart suddenly rekindle hope.

When the three figures behind him were less than three meters away from him, the shattered stone wall in front of him had been smashed out of a big hole by me with **.

I watched Suchak leaning against the wall and dying, breathless but not completely dead.

He couldn't leave him alone, so he gave up this excellent opportunity to escape, and pushed him into the hole in the stone wall first.

Trembling, the test tube containing the pale golden unknown liquid in my arms suddenly fell out, and my heart trembled suddenly.

All of a sudden, it seemed like something came to mind.

Since this thing can make the group of ghost warriors behind him evolve into an immortal state, maybe it can also allow Suchak to continue to live.

It all happened in a flash of light, and I hesitated to finally open the test tube and drip the pale golden liquid into Suchak's mouth.

Just as I was about to escape through the hole in the stone wall, the sharp *** behind me had already slashed at my neck.

If I hadn't heard the sharp sound of breaking wind behind me in the last second, I subconsciously lowered my head and made a dodge movement, and my body would have been separated by this time.

But I didn't expect that although the knife didn't cut off my head, it slashed straight at the right hand of the buttress.

In an instant, blood splattered, and his right hand was easily cut off and fell to the ground.

Blood splattered on my face, and an unprecedented pain rushed through my nerves in my mind.

"Ahh

I couldn't help but scream, and with what little sanity I had left, I swallowed the pain and burrowed into the hole.

Blood was flowing everywhere, and I picked up the bloody palm and put it in my arms.

After decades of ups and downs, this time is the most painful time for me, even in the tomb of Concubine Jin, I have never suffered such a big loss.

I didn't expect to break a palm today.

The sharp pain in my heart irritated my brain all the time, and the moment my palm fell into a pool of blood, the scene kept lingering in my mind.

I don't know how I had the courage to pick up the severed hand and hide it in my arms.

If this scene had been seen by ordinary people, they would have already fainted.

But I know I'm glad I did, if I didn't just lose one hand, it's probably my whole head.

Perhaps because the fear in my mind temporarily overwhelmed the pain, I was desperately trying to escape, and before I had time to bandage the wound, I grabbed my right wrist with my left hand so that the blood would not drain so quickly.

The air smelled of blood.

I thought that the ghost samurai who was chasing after him would not get into the hole, but when I turned my head, I found that my stiff body was twisting, and I was about to step in from the hole little by little.

The strong desire to survive made me have no time to bandage my wounds, so I laboriously carried Suchak on my back and continued to escape.

In the dark, I don't know how big this space is hidden behind the stone wall?

I just think that there are tall black shadows everywhere here, and I don't know what it is.

In the dim light, he stumbled and kept looking for a way out, and he didn't know how big this place was, and what those little devils used to do decades ago.

Unexpectedly, thankfully, I found a self-starting diesel generator in the corner by mistake.

In my haste, I hurriedly pushed the switch on the wall, my heaving chest panting in the darkness, and I could only hear the shrill footsteps in the distance.

And the blood that kept dripping from the wrists, ticking and dripping to the ground.

What I didn't expect was that the power supply equipment from decades ago was still working today.

The dim chandelier above his head flickered twice, and then glowed with a dazzling light, enveloping all the scenery in front of him in an instant.

The object he had just discovered in the dark was actually a black rectangular and round can, about two meters high, with a huge iron can.

There are also a lot of unreadable Japanese characters on it, and you can vaguely tell that it should be a sign about danger, do not approach.

Seeing that the three figures were gradually approaching me after drilling into the hole, I hurriedly carried Suchak on my back and continued to look for a way out.

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from his back.

It's like a crumbling bone that rubs against each other, and the last bit heals.

I was startled by Suchak's voice, and when I placed it on the ground, I was almost half scared to death by the sight before me.

At this time, Suchak was like a writhing bug, his body flipped various joints at an incredible angle, and he made many strange sounds.

But the wheezing sound became heavier and heavier, no longer like before, and those who had air in and out of air were about to die.

I was a little happy, I didn't expect that the unknown liquid in the test tube from decades ago actually had a curative effect and brought life to the dying.

But there is also an inexplicable worry in his heart, that is, if Suchak survives, will he be as bloodthirsty as those ghost warriors.

Is he still the Xinjiang uncle I know?

In confusion, I clenched the sharp bayonet dismantled from the rifle with my left hand, and the murderous thoughts gradually began to arise in my heart.

At that moment, the Oni Samurai's long knife slashed at me again, and I just thought about it and ignored the footsteps that were approaching behind me.

The knife was slightly luckier than it was just now, but it only slashed at my back, but it also left a bloody wound almost 20 centimeters long.

When I turned around, I swung another knife at my face.

Unexpectedly, this time I bent down to avoid it, but let the long knife in its hand slash at the unknown tin can next to it.

Suddenly there was a gurgling sound in the jar, and a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in my heart.

Even listening to this strange sound, I even thought that the tin can was about to explode.

However, what I didn't expect was that the sharp *** chopping on the jar actually cut a gap in it.

The long knife shattered, and the air was filled with unprecedented cold.

In the next second, the vaporized liquid nitrogen was sprayed directly from the iron can, and it landed impartially on the oni samurai closest to me in front of me.

The jar contains high-purity liquid nitrogen, which freezes the skin even when touched by a living person, leaving permanent frostbite.

I didn't expect that the jar contained liquid cold nitrogen that existed in the little devil for human experiments decades ago.

This time it was also self-defeating, freezing the two ghost warriors in front of them directly in place, and the fragments of the long knife fell to the ground, and the two guys even retained the posture of wanting to swing the knife before.