Is there a living person under the pile of corpses?

I looked towards my ankle and saw that the hand that was holding me was bloody, and the green tendons on the back of the hand were bulging so high that my ankle was about to shatter.

I couldn't help frowning, ordinary people are buried under the corpse pile, and after a long time, they are suffocated to death, how can they have so much strength to catch me?

"Pull me up, quick!" The man was already impatient, and he didn't have the slightest gesture of begging for help.

I hesitated, afraid of getting into trouble.

But no matter what, there is a human life below, and I can't do it if I don't save it.

Gritting his teeth, he reached for the hand at his ankle.

He grabbed my hand all of a sudden, and before I could use my strength, the pile of corpses in front of me had been broken, and the man rushed out with the help of my fulcrum.

He looked a little embarrassed, the broken hair on his forehead was sticking to blood, sticking to his wheat-colored skin, his sword eyebrows were starry, the bridge of his nose was high, and the entire contour of his face was shrouded in the moonlight, which looked a little cold and hard.

He lowered his head slightly, rolled up his right trouser leg with both hands, and I followed it, and I saw a thread slowly squirming on his calf, golden.

Not a bug, but I'm not sure what it is.

It was this thing that made his right leg unable to exert strength, so he was buried under the pile of corpses and rushed out, only a fulcrum.

And I just acted as that fulcrum.

"Damn it!" He let out a low roar, pinched the finger of his sword with his right hand, and quickly sealed the bloodline, trapping the golden thing.

I couldn't help but ask, "What's that?" ”

He then looked up at me, but then, he grabbed me by the shoulder, and said, "Go up, carry me up at once, we must get out of here as soon as possible." ”

“？” This man is so rude!

I grabbed his hand away, quickly ducked to the side, distanced myself from him, and then silently re-carried my grandmother, trying to leave the pit.

The person has already pulled out, and with his ability, he will be able to get out sooner or later.

This person is not easy to get along with, I finally borrowed to reincarnate, and I don't know if I will be discovered and hunted down by my victims, and now the less contact with unnecessary people, the better.

Thinking so, I decided to pick up my grandmother and leave first, but the man grabbed me, gritted his teeth and said, "You can't go, you have to carry me on your back, a hundred oceans!" ”

I was unmoved.

"Five hundred oceans!" He immediately doubled up.

I squinted at him, these years, there are only a handful of people who can take out five hundred oceans at once, right?

If this person is not bragging, then his identity is definitely not ordinary, and I can't afford to provoke this kind of person, so I still didn't make a sound, silently thinking about how to get out.

His brow furrowed, and I thought he was going to scold me for being insatiable, but unexpectedly, he suddenly turned his hand and covered his calf.

The golden thread that was sealed just now has swelled several times at this moment, like a gold-plated silkworm that will break through its flesh and crawl out at any time.

I didn't want to care, so I took the opportunity to climb the dirt pit with my grandmother on my back.

But standing on the edge of the pit and listening to the low roar coming from under the pit, he couldn't lift his feet.

I can't leave him behind, and if he dies here tonight, I'll blame myself for the rest of my life, but save him......

After hesitating for a while, I closed my eyes, after all, I couldn't stand the torture of conscience, sighed, put my grandmother down, turned around and jumped.

The man's eyes instantly glued, and his whole body trembled slightly from the pain, and I walked over, raised my hand, and slashed at the back of his neck with a knife.

This time, I used all my strength, and the man screamed in pain, but he still stared at me with his neck crossed, and his eyes seemed to eat me.

Then I went down with another knife, and with a muffled sound, he finally collapsed and fainted.

I pulled out the silver needle from behind my ear and pierced my finger, and the blood rushed up along the tip of the needle, and the silver needle instantly turned blood red.

Then he removed the man's hand, and the tip of the needle quickly and fiercely plunged towards the golden thread, and immediately blood beads came out, and the needle tips did not stagnate, and kept moving and piercing around the gold thread, and the blood beads that oozed out were connected together, and finally formed a blood-red fire thorn.

The golden thread kept wriggling, compressing, thinning and shrinking little by little, and finally shrinking into a small point, I bit the tip of my tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed up, and the golden thread finally disappeared.

After doing all this, I was sweating profusely, and my whole body was like a wash, and I sat down, and my hand holding the silver needle was shaking.

The next moment, my wrist was grasped, and the man who was supposed to be unconscious opened his eyes, stared at me for a moment, and asked, "Who are you?" What is the origin? Where did this silver needle come from? ”