That's Luqiao, it's my master. It was a life, and it was killed by a single shot.

And those men's black sarcoma-like arms, how different they are from the creatures I've encountered before.

At this point, I don't know if I'm the only one left. There are still only two people left, me and Jock, who originally came to Earth with confidence to find instruments, but they have become what they are now.

It was very dark, and I tried to struggle a few times but found that my left leg was tied honestly.

I kicked hard a few times, and the bed creaked.

"Usu? Is that you? Jock's stiff Chinese came from not far away.

"Jock? Where are you? I shouted.

After a while, Jock came over with a bowl of water and said, "It's been a whole day, and you're finally awake." ”

"Master, is my master really dead?" I said, I wanted to make sure it was a reality or just a dream.

"Yes, these monkeys really eat people." Jock said stiffly.

"Is my foot tied, you can help me untie it." I said.

"They said it's better to be quick, and you might as well bear with it for your sake." Jock said stiffly.

"Who are they? Those who are deformed? I said puzzled.

"Yes, they call themselves natives." Jock said lightly.

"Aborigines? They've got their hands and feet like that, and they're still human beings with the things they do? I said.

"After you get hurt, you will grow those things, you can't avoid it. Your foot is also injured, and a black tumor will also emerge when the time comes. Jock said stiffly.

I touched my foot and the pain was gone.

I struggled to tear the bandage on my left leg, and I grabbed my own satchel at the head of the bed.

Taking a dagger from the inside of the satchel, Jock saw my actions and said, "You'd better not, you'd better wait until you're ready." ”

"They killed Lu Qiao, why do you believe what they say?" I shouted.

"There's no way around it, and I've already talked to them." Jock said stiffly.

"They brainwashed you?" I said as I cut the bandage on my left leg. Looking at my left foot, the feeling of nausea came up my throat. The feeling of nausea was forced to calm down after a few breaths, and at this moment the black sarcoma in the flesh of my left foot was lined up countless times.

I tried to touch it with a dagger, and it was a little hard.

I gritted my teeth and cut them one by one, and the blood spurted out of my heart and lungs. And it's too much, it seems that only by cutting off your left leg can you guarantee that there are no of these sarcomas.

"Usu, I advise you not to do that again." Jock said in stiff Chinese on the side.

Blood gushed out, and after only two cuts, I was already in pain and couldn't move.

The pain was piercing and painful, and Jock handed the bandage again from the side and said, "There is no way to avoid these, as long as you still have wounds." These things will continue to grow, and we can't avoid them. Even if you cut your left leg now, you will continue to have these black sarcomas in the cross-section. ”

"Why? I'm definitely being clawed by those crabs. The crab claws are not clean, so they grow. Just cut it off, I can do without the left leg. I said.

Jock pulled out and lit the lighter as he spoke, and the flames covered Jock's shoulders and face with dense black sarcoma. And occasionally throbbing from time to time, surging from the cracked wound.