acT110: Another kind of crisis is sinking in the sun, and the strange screams are blooming in all directions, gradually overshadowing the previous gunshots.

Song Jiu and the three of them were still struggling at the bottom of the pit, Jiao Ziqian relied on the blood of the living corpse, and the young man struggled to lift Song Jiu up, without waiting for Song Jiu to go up to the edge of the pit, suddenly a big face full of tattoos poked into the hole, and when he saw Song Jiu who was about to climb, he let out a strange scream in his mouth, and stabbed the spear in his hand.

Song Jiu hurriedly blocked, grabbed the javelin and pulled it, who expected the strange chicken thief to be tight, and when he saw that the strength was biased towards Song Jiu, he let go of his hand, and dodged away from the edge of the pit, but shook Song Jiu to the bottom of the pit again.

The man pulled out a javelin out of nowhere, probed his face at the mouth of the hole, and was about to throw it, when a gunshot rang out suddenly, and a ball of blood burst out of the stranger's chest, and he fell to the ground on his back.

Another face poked out from the edge of the pit, it was Chu Guangxu. Chu Guangxu scolded secretly, took off his coat and stretched into the hole, Song Jiu hurriedly stepped on the shoulders of the two, grabbed his clothes and climbed up, and pulled Jiao Ziqian and the others up with the help of Chu Guangxu.

"How? What about the Taoist priest? Chu Guangxu was so angry that there was an extra gap on his handsome face, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

"I've reported back to the roundabout." Song Jiu frowned and glanced at the four corpses lying on the edge of the pit, heard the strange screams gradually, hurriedly beckoned a few people to run to the highway, and asked urgently, "Where is Wu Wentao?" ”

"Scattered!" Chu Guangxu was so anxious that he stopped suddenly, and said suspiciously, "Where are you going?" ”

"Go back to the island to move the rescuers!" Song Jiu scolded and said, "Don't run yet!" ”

"Run your mother! I'm going to help Brother Tao! Chu Guangxu took a sip, turned back regardless of the obstacles, and just ran not far when he was suddenly knocked to the ground by a person who pounced out of the grass.

"Stupid." Song Jiu jumped to his feet in a hurry, and in desperation, he ran back again, glanced through the swaying blades of grass, but saw that the young man who had been nailed to death by the javelin before was pressing on Chu Guangxu and roaring.

"Holy shit, it's fucking changed." Jiao Ziqian's face turned pale, and the blade of the blade came out of his hand, grazing the scalp of the walking corpse and flying out.

Song Jiu was shocked in his heart, hurried over and tore his partner ten minutes ago aside, gritted his teeth and waved his knife, pulled Chu Guangxu up, and scolded: "Don't send it to death!" Chu Guangxu's eyes widened angrily, and he was about to scold back, but his eyes suddenly swept behind Song Jiu, and his pupils constricted.

Song Jiu realized that something was wrong, and suddenly heard the shouting in his ears, turned his head to look, but saw several huge shadows shuttling from the grass, and looked at it, it was actually several tall horses 'Herod' neighing and galloping, and the horses were still covered with tattoos and strange bald heads, with clear goals, and a hundred meters away they threw out whirling things.

"Flash!" Song Jiu shouted, grabbed Jiao Ziqian and turned his head and ran, but Chu Guangxu rushed over with a gun after being shocked, and from a long distance, he pulled out a string of tongues of fire and knocked the bald tattooed man who rushed to the front off the horse.

However, the galloping horses did not stop, they jumped high with a neigh, and went straight to Chu Guangxu in a panic.

Chu Guangxu rolled on the donkey on the spot to avoid the runaway horses, and before he could fire again, the bald head behind him threw out an object at close range, and smashed it on Chu Guangxu's forehead with a 'bang', and the latter fell to the ground with a muffled snort.

"Idiot." Song Jiu scolded secretly, seeing that the grass was surging with enemies on all sides, he couldn't run away, so he had to grit his teeth and hold a knife and rush over.

Jiao Ziqian and the young man followed, their guns were thrown into the cockroach hole, at that moment they panicked and just fled, but they forgot to save their lives, at this moment they only had a sharp hacksaw blade in their hands, and in the face of the strange enemy that came like a tide, they basically had no confidence in their hearts.

Especially Wu Wentao's side has basically stopped moving, those veterans who play with guns have been planted, and they don't have any big drama to sing about.

"Cavalry? Lao Lin was dazzled! "Jiao Ziqian is already stupid, what he heard and saw this afternoon is tantamount to a thunderclap, which blew up his already chaotic mind and leaked on all sides, and his thinking has completely stagnated.

"We weren't long after we left the service area, and we were targeted." Song Jiu's eyes changed, his face turned pale, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure flashing in the grass, and without thinking about it, he slashed out with a knife, and the blade entered the flesh with a cloud of blood mist, and the people in the grass were in pain, and they screamed and pounced out directly.

Jiao Ziqian and the young man were quick-eyed, the blades slashed at the bald man's face, the wind howled in the grass, and another whirling thing flew out and hit Jiao Ziqian's wrist hard, and the blade of the hacksaw came out of his hand and fell into the grass.

"Damn, there's a hidden weapon?" Jiao Ziqian shook his hands and screamed a few times, picked up the thing and took a look, it was not a strange weapon, just a piece of hemp rope, and a piece of rusty pig iron fell at the end.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "Dog stick? ”

"What's that?" Jiao Ziqian asked.

"Tibetans and Tibetans fight wolves." The young man recognized the murder weapon, but it was useless, the whistling sound began again, and the grass on several sides seemed to be full of bald henchmen, and the 'whooshing' wind continued, and the murder weapon called the 'dog stick' bloomed all over the sky, and swirled towards the location of the three people.

"Keep up! Rush out! Song Jiu didn't have any tricks, the ten-person team instantly turned into three people, and the originally silent sea of barren grass suddenly killed a group of strange people, and the only way to do it was to let go when they were isolated.

"Brother Jiu, what do you mean by asking Daoist Lin to bring that to Mengfan?" In the rush to escape, Jiao Ziqian coldly remembered what happened in the pit just now, although he was more tenacious, but he was not stupid, and he felt a little strange when he thought about it at this time, and said suspiciously: "Who didn't die?" ”

"I'll tell you when I leave alive." Where can Song Jiu care about giving him guidance at this time, and besides, he is only guessing at present, and he can't make a conclusion.

Jiao Ziqian glanced at Brother Jiu deeply, didn't continue to ask, and turned the big windmill with the dog sticks given by the bald heads for free, and saw someone jumping out, and took a round shot.

There was a crisp click, and the pig iron was as light and easy to open as if it were smashing a watermelon, and the bare skulls were smashed, and blood and brains splashed far away.

"Fuck, good guy!" Jiao Ziqian was extremely surprised, hurriedly picked up another one, started working left and right, regarded himself as a spinning top, and spun out first.

"Be careful!" Song Jiu swung his knife and slashed at the grass in front of him, and saw a bald head lying on the ground in front of him and threw a stick towards Jiao Ziqian's leg.

The galloping Jiao Ziqian screamed and fell to the ground, and before he could stand up, he was pressed to the ground by the bald heads that pounced left and right, Song Jiu and the two hurriedly rushed to relieve the siege, but saw a colt suddenly killed in the oblique thorn, and the person on horseback pounced in the air and threw Song Jiu to the ground.

The blade of the blade in Song Jiu's hand pierced it, and he was about to get up when he opened the corpse, when several figures jumped out of the grass, and the black shadows flashed continuously, and the dog sticks with pig iron fell like raindrops, and he fell to the ground in a few strokes.

The young man stabbed one to death in a panic, the blade of the blade was covered with hot blood, and he couldn't pull it out after his hand slipped, and the rest of the bald heads bullied up, almost tearing and biting him, and the young man didn't move after a few sticks.

Song Jiu felt a hit on his forehead, his eyes turned black for a while, and the hot liquid blurred his eyes, and the last picture he saw was a group of strange people wrapped in skirts, sticks down............ The sunset reluctantly sank into the West Mountain, taking away the last trace of sunset, the mountains and forests were pitch black, and the silence of the highway was panicking.

Lin Daochang hid in the toll booth until late at night, cold and hunger took turns, trying to knock down the false Taoist, who sat on the dusty ground with his eyes closed, adjusting his breathing over and over again, until he felt that his surroundings were completely quiet, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

I rolled up my sleeves and looked at my watch, I had been hiding for three hours, my legs were a little numb, and I still had a tingling sensation in the middle of my crotch.

Lao Lin controlled his breath and breathed a sigh of relief, carefully unscrewed the flashlight, adjusted the aperture to the minimum, and took off his pants to check the injury.

The worst that was supposed to happen didn't happen, the ancestral treasure was still there, and the sharpened wooden spear gave him a free foreskin operation, and he was too nervous to notice the vital injury, and the wound was pierced with some small wooden thorns, scratching his heart and lungs.

Lin Daochang leaned against the cold wall and exhaled, plucked a few by feeling, and lifted his pants to find the toll booth.

The moon is cold and the stars are sparse, and the night wind is gusting, like the sea barren grass is still moving, which seems to be no different from the daytime.

Lao Lin was bold, the bullet was loaded, he held the blade of the hacksaw in one hand, turned back from the fence with his steps, pricked up his ears to listen to the surrounding movements, trotted to the cockroach pit and glanced at it, it was pitch black below, and the person listening to the sound of squirming was numb.

The people in the cave are gone, and I don't know if they escaped or what. Lin Daochang had no time to guess, picked up a bucket of gasoline left by the pit, and turned back tremblingly along the road where he came, breaking out in several cold sweats, and returned to the commercial vehicle parked in the same place without danger.

Lao Lin refilled the gasoline back into the fuel tank, sat in the cab and calmed down, he probably estimated it, and it took less than ten minutes to walk back and gather together, why did a group of people disappear inexplicably into the sea of grass in the middle of the day?

Thinking of those bald heads who kept screaming, Lao Lin couldn't help but shudder, looked at the grass and forest at night, started the car and slowly retreated.

…… Song Jiu felt that his head was about to crack, and his chaotic consciousness was trapped in the darkness of nothingness, flickering far and near, as if a little fire was lit in the depths, accompanied by the light of jumping, the closed senses gradually became cheerful, the buzzing noise in his ears continued, and after a moment of tinnitus, he vaguely heard the thunderous woman's laughter exploding in his ears.

Song Jiu didn't rush to open his eyes, he immersed himself in the darkness, followed the footsteps of his senses and slowly woke up, the pain was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, sweeping from all parts of his body, impacting the newly revived brain.

Song Jiu felt that he was hanging in the air, the wind passed by him, his hands and feet couldn't move, and he felt tight.

The sound in my ears gradually returned to normal, it was a woman's laughter, yes, a lot, very messy, mixed with the sound of speech and scolding, I felt that I was in a noisy environment.

Someone walked towards him, and there was a splash, and then his clothes were torn off, and someone splashed cold water on his face.

"This one is dead?" A female voice said.

"No, there's still breathing." Another female voice.

"I'll fuck you! Let go of him! "It's a male voice. Song Jiu frowned, cold and pain stirred his brain, and the voice ...... Oh, it's Ziqian.

"Fuck us? Okay, it's your turn right away, don't worry. The two women laughed, and the laughter kept echoing, as if it were a large confined space.

"Hiss..." Song Jiu felt that someone was wiping his forehead again, and in his memory, his forehead was struck by a piece of pig iron, which hurt very much, and he couldn't help but take a cool breath.

"Huh? Alive. A woman said.

"Hey, wake up, don't play dead." Another woman patted Song Jiu's face. Song Jiu slowly opened his eyes, and the light swept into his pupils, which was very dazzling.

"Eh, this one looks good." A woman wiped the blood stains on Song Jiu's face and said in surprise: "I'll rob some later." ”

"It's good-looking, it's useful, and it's half-dead." The other woman scoffed and poured some water on Song Jiu's face.

Song Jiu woke up, and after the first watering, he woke up, and he could hear the laughter of women in the distance, the ridicule of women near and the angry scolding of Ziqian.

Song Jiu opened his eyes, and there were two women standing in front of him, with long hair tied up, oil paint of various colors on their faces, a huge bone necklace hanging around their necks, draped in furry animal skins, under the animal skins, naked **, dragons and phoenixes dancing on their bodies, I don't know if they were painted or tattooed.

"Brother Jiu! Brother Jiu, how are you!? Ziqian's anxious cry came from his ears, Song Jiu looked away, turned his stiff neck to look at the side, Ziqian was on the side, Jesus was tied to the wooden frame, naked, **, his body was full of bruises, and he was looking at himself anxiously.

Song Jiu shook his head gently, needless to say, he must be treated the same, no wonder his wrists and ankles hurt so much.

"Yo, it's still a brother." The woman with a bright red peony painted on her chest on the left smiled crookedly, took out a pair of scissors from the animal skin like a trick, and ripped her clothes down with a click, her playful eyes suddenly changed, and she was fixed on Song Jiu's slightly emaciated body.

Jiao Ziqian was also stunned, looking at the naked Ninth Brother dumbfounded, and couldn't speak for a long time. Jiao Ziqian has followed Song Jiu for two years, he has never seen Song Jiu bare-chested, he didn't take it seriously before, and he always teased him like a big girl, he never thought that under the thin clothes, there would be such a scene.

Song Jiu's body is not strong, but he is thin and thin, with muscles, not as exaggerated as Mr. Bodybuilder, but not much better, and his abdominal muscles are sharpened and axed, which is very eye-catching.

Of course, it wasn't the muscles that made all three of them stand, but the terrifying scars crisscrossing his chest and back!

I can't imagine where this scar comes from, as if a complete ** has been torn into countless pieces and sewn up with inferior techniques, dense and miserable.

The scars are thick and thin, without any rules, like knife wounds, and they also want to be whipped, hideous and staggered, and centipedes crawl all over their bodies, which is terrifying.

"Is it pretty?" A fierce light flashed in Song Jiu's eyes, just for a moment, and he quickly became weak again, and smiled mockingly.

"Proud of something." The big peony retracted his surprised gaze, took a sip, scooped a scoop of water from the water tank standing next to him and splashed it on Song Jiu, and instructed the short girl next to him: "Brush it up, it is estimated that no one wants this kind of goods, give it to those new arrivals." The short woman was petite, her chest under the animal skin was erect, and she seemed to be still in her prime, so she answered and beckoned, and a few bald tattooed men ran from a position that Song Jiu couldn't see.

"Hey." Song Jiu took a breath, slowed down, stopped the big peony who was about to leave, and said, "Help me say hello to my red mother." The big peony Huo Ran turned around, and his face was full of oil paint with a very tense stunned expression.

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