I stared at the spot where I had been shot by the gun below my chest, gritted my teeth hard, and took a pair of tweezers out of my backpack.

Although the wound is no longer bleeding, that doesn't mean that my way is okay.

For a gunshot wound, leaving a bullet in the body can be said to be a very serious injury.

Even if the bleeding from the surface wound has completely stopped, it can only be considered safe after tearing it with tweezers little by little and removing the bullet.

When I took out the tweezers from the backpack, I also took out a lighter and put the tweezers on the fire and roasted them, even if it was a simple sterilization.

Originally, there should still be disinfectant alcohol in the package, but it has been digested when dealing with the urn slave before, and it can only be disinfected in this way.

Staring at the gunshot wound below my chest, I held the red-hot tweezers at the front of my hand and shook involuntarily.

I had to poke the wound that had stopped bleeding with tweezers and then take out the bullet inside, even if I had never experienced it, and I could clearly know how painful it would be.

I took a deep breath, then took another towel out of my bag, folded it into a square, and put it in my mouth and clucked with the roots of my teeth.

With all this in place, I slowly poked the red-hot tweezers into my chest.

"Whew...."

The tip of the tweezers touched my skin, and there was a burning sound.

Immediately, a puff of white smoke emanated from the place where the epidermis touched, and then I involuntarily gasped, and cold sweat poured out of my forehead in an instant.

"Ugh!"

I was speechless in pain, and I could only make near-unconscious sounds, and my throat was very tight.

As the tweezers were inserted, the wound began to bleed outwards rapidly.

With each serving of tweezers, my body trembled more and more.

The depth of the bullet is not shallow, so it was very difficult for me to dig the bullet out of it.

I felt like I was rolling on the ground, and I wanted to just insert the whole tweezers into it in an instant and clip the bullet out.

However, this obviously can't be done, the tweezers are blunt weapons, and when you pierce them, I'm afraid that the damage will be quite small in an instant.

For me now, the safest way is to use tweezers to separate the flesh little by little and clip the bullet out inside.

It's a very long process, and it's a process that is almost unbearable for everyone.

It was just two minutes and it made me feel like I was living my days.

The whole person's hands are already in a state where he can't hold the tweezers at all, his whole body trembles involuntarily, and every inch of the muscle fibers of the body are in a state of weakness.

This only separates the flesh about 1/5 of the depth of the wound.

As the depth goes down, the more pain nerves beneath the flesh become, and the more intense the pain becomes.

It took a full fifteen minutes for the tweezers to reach the final depth of the bullet, and the moment the tweezers held the bullet, I could barely exert any strength.

The whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, and there was not a single inch of strength in the body.

This is not because of the physical exertion, but more importantly, the pain is really unbearable to the extreme.

In this way, I slowly put the tweezers here for two minutes, and I didn't dare to move.

After two minutes of relief, the next moment I slowly pulled the bullet out of the wound.

This work should be done very carefully, and there must not be the slightest carelessness, once the hand shakes slightly, it is very likely to poke the flesh inside, causing serious bleeding again.

"Whew!"

Another five minutes later, with the crisp sound of a bullet landing, I let out a long sigh of relief, and the whole thing was relieved.

It wasn't until this time that I was basically safe.

Then I took care of my foot injury.

The foot wound is not too serious compared to the gunshot wound, at least the injury on the foot is not enough to kill people, plus the effect of the divine stone for an hour and a half, it has made me feel much better.

After dealing with all the injuries on my body, I slowly sat on the ground for a while, which can be regarded as a time to recover my physical strength.

While resting, my eyes were firmly fixed on the relief tomb, and my gaze became extremely solemn.

At this time, in the relief tomb, there were five or six corpses lying horizontally and vertically, and the death was very tragic.

Regardless of the corpse, it was a fragmented shape, and none of the corpses were intact.

Judging from what I have shown before, I am afraid that these people were torn to pieces by the relief.

I glanced at it and finally settled on the number of people.

There were five people in the tunnel, and judging by the footsteps I had heard earlier, two or three of them must have escaped from the tunnel.

These people are all wearing uniform clothing, and they all have the same hiking bag on their bodies.

It looks like a very well-equipped inverted team.

Judging by the size of the above, the bastard who shot me before did not fall in this tomb, and should have escaped.

The thought of the muzzle of the black hole made my fists clench unconsciously.

In the state of suspended animation produced by gluttonous lines before, the emotions were greatly suppressed, and there was not much anger in the heart.

But after the effect of this gluttonous pattern faded, just the thought of that person made me involuntarily feel a wave of anger rise in my chest.

But anger is anger, and there is nothing I can do about it now.

It is very difficult to pass through this tomb in front of you now, let alone find them for revenge after passing through the tomb.

Even if I find a way through this tomb and successfully leave this tomb, will I be able to deal with that person in the end?

The man had a gun in his hand, and there must have been one or two of his classmates running out with him, and even if there were only two or three of them left in their ranks, I couldn't handle them compared to a lonely man like me.

My fists clenched involuntarily, and after a long sigh, I leaned against the wall and slowly closed my eyes.

Now I am only in the stage of closing my eyes and recuperating my mind, and my consciousness is in a state of wakefulness.

Now in addition to the risks that should have existed in this tomb, there is also a team of inverted buckets.