To this day, I can't put into words exactly what it was like. At the moment when I turned my head, I saw the thin figure of Qingcub.

Standing less than three meters away from me, with a cruel smile on his face, he did not hesitate to pull the trigger of a big black star in his hand.

No wonder he was the boss of this group of killers, and his speed was even faster than ours, and after determining the trajectory of our movements, he struck first and ambushed here in advance, which caught me off guard.

It's too close. Time, too, seems to stand still.

At that moment, I could even see the slight vibration of the barrel of the pistol due to the recoil, a cartridge case slowly ejected in a strong retreat motion, and a pale blue and white smoke rising from the firing pin behind the gun......

The bullet shot out of the chamber of the gun in an instant, piercing my brow and blasting a large hole in the back of my head, and then a splatter of brains smeared all over the trunk of the unknown dwarf tree behind me......

I, am I going to die?

The bullet was fast, but there was something that was faster than it.

I don't know how, in this short moment of a few tenths of a second, two and a half inches below my umbilicus suddenly burned, as if a strange little flame had been ignited.

The flame began to spread and coalesce at an incredible speed, and suddenly it was as if a hand reached out from the flames, grabbed my neck accurately, and pulled it down fiercely......

Since I was in a running posture when I got into the dense forest, the moment I turned my head, my body still maintained the inertia of rushing forward.

And the power of this trick hand stretched out from my lower dantian was very large, and the result of the convergence of the two forces was that I was instantly dragged and fell to the ground in a dog gnawing posture that was difficult to see.

The moment I fell, a strong wind had arrived, pressed against my scalp, and swept dangerously, and I felt a pain in my eardrums, and my scalp suddenly became hot, and the air seemed to be filled with a strange smell of burning.

Then, there was the soreness and pain from the contact between my little brother's cherry mouth and the not-so-dry and hard ground, and my front teeth were almost knocked out.

I knew that the situation was critical, and I didn't care about crying out for pain, so I took advantage of the situation and rolled a wild donkey, and after stabilizing my body, I felt sticky on my forehead, and when I touched it with my hand, it was full of hot blood, and it flowed into my eyes in a blink of an eye.

The dog gnawed just now, knocking my upper and lower lips together, and at this moment my mouth was full of sweet blood foam, I don't know if this is the so-called "seven holes of blood".

In the blurred vision, I saw the Qing cub not far away from me stunned in place, his eyes were full of incredulity, as if it was a very unscientific thing that I didn't die.

To be honest, I'm also a little confused, mainly I don't know if the bullet hit me, if it didn't, where did the blood on this forehead come from, and whose blood did it?

As a professional killer of the underworld, Qing Cub's reaction speed was far beyond ordinary people, and he was stunned for no more than a second, and then he came to his senses, raised the muzzle of the black hole hole again, and prepared to shoot at me.

The little stinky fart in the Eater Trick card turned into a cyan figure and popped out quickly, screaming in his mouth and setting off a gust of wind again, which was more than N times stronger than the previous wind, and went straight to the door of the Qing cub, and the posture seemed to tear him apart.

At a distance of a few meters, the sudden wind directly knocked the Qing cub into a grin, his feet were unstable, he staggered back two steps, squinted at the dust that was blown, and was a little dazed for a while.

In just a few seconds, the fat man had already rushed into the dense forest after him, and the horizontal distance he had kept from me was now appearing behind Qing Cub.

Seeing me lying on the ground with my face covered in blood, and Qingcub staggering back again, the fat man was shocked, and his face was suddenly sad and indignant.

I saw that his fat body was like electricity, accompanied by the roar of "Lying Draft Uncle", and a sweeping leg that could be called a severed grandson was wrapped in the wind, and swept out from behind the cub towards his ankle.

The fat man's thighs, which are thicker than my waist, and he was born in martial arts since he was a child, this sweeping leg with thunderous anger not only belongs to the sneak attack behind him but is also close at hand, even if it is the Qing cub who is the boss of the underworld killer, he is too late to react.

With the sound of "click" of broken bones, Qing Cub fell down with a miserable howl, and the big black star in his hand also took off his hand and fell to the ground......

The fat man rushed forward one by one, ignoring the cub who fell to the ground and kept howling like a pig, and helped me up and ran forward desperately.

I have to say that we still have too little practical experience. If we analyze it calmly, Qingcub falls to the ground and Big Black Star gets out of his hands, our best thing to do is to get the gun in hand to protect himself.

But the fat man and I had never seen a gun before, let alone used it, and at this critical moment when stray bullets were flying and our lives were hanging by a thread, both of us were a little dazed, and we couldn't think of anything else except instinctive escape.

Besides, the role of a pistol is really not very good now, and there are still seven or eight guns behind us aiming and shooting, and under such firepower, we have no chance to return fire at all.

The howl of the cub was fading away, and we were like headless flies in the dense forest, scurrying around. It was still noisy behind us, with bullets constantly hurtling from behind, hitting the dwarf trees around us, the striking trunks buzzing.

My eyes were full of blood, and everything in front of me was blood-red and hazy.

My chest was heaving violently, making me feel like my whole body was collapsed and sore, and my head was in chaos, and if it weren't for the fat man holding me hard, it seemed like I would have collapsed at any moment.

I don't know how long we staggered and ran, but in the dense forest in front of us, a cylindrical stone platform seemed to appear, vague.

The fat man stopped, and laid me on the ground by the stone platform, his face pale, as if he was anxiously looking into the stone platform.

Then I realized that the stone platform looked like a well. The height of this well protruding from the ground is only about 20 centimeters, but the wellhead is very wide, nearly two people thick.

"Xiaobai, this is ...... Is this the Well of Forgetting? Really...... What a dry well! The fat man wept and mourned, and his expression seemed to lose the world in an instant.

With great difficulty, I stood up, held on to the edge of the wall of the well, and looked in along the mouth of the well.

There was a cold touch in the hand, which made people feel shocked and at the same time, there was an inexplicable trance. There is no name written on this well, it doesn't even look like a well, but more like some kind of altar, I don't know if it's my delusion.

Looking inside, the well was dark and secluded, without water but bottomless, like a giant mouth of an unknown monster, and like a cosmic black hole.

I was wondering why the fat man said that this well was a dry well, when I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my eyes, and my head was buzzing, and the heavens and the earth were spinning with it.

It was as if a huge suction force was pouring out from the bottom of the deep well, like countless huge tentacles, and at the same time firmly entangled me, dragging me towards the well......