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The fat man Lan Yu pinched the orchid fingers, stepped on the lunge, twisted his upper body backwards vigorously, and his clothes were wet with sweat.

Syllable!

The thin bamboo pole suddenly hit the fat man's armpit.

Well!

The fat man snorted, and his fat body trembled again and again.

He can't be lightly tapped! The fat man glared angrily at Su Chong.

Syllable!

The small bamboo pole knocked on the soft flesh of the fat man's armpit again.

"Keep your breath moving." Su Chong's face was expressionless.

It was a long time until the fat man was trembling and could no longer maintain his movements that he stopped.

Bang! Blue Feather smashed her ass on the roof of the car.

"Boss, can you not practice!"

He felt that he was tossing like this, and he didn't die in the mouth of the mutant beast, but had to die in his own hands first.

"It's only been a month, and I've lost twenty pounds!" The fat man's face was full of grievances.

"Lose weight." Su Zhong said lightly.

Then ignore the fat man's complaints, go to the side and start practicing on his own.

The beginning of the movement was exceptionally smooth, but by the forty-third movement, his forehead began to sweat profusely.

There was a tearing pain all over his body, and Su Chong's brows furrowed slightly. With a ruthless heart, continue to practice.

The fat man was terrified watching from the side, was he so cruel to himself?

He only practiced eighteen movements, and he was already in pain and wanted to die.

The pain of air depletion in his lungs and tearing of muscles all over his body made him shiver when he thought about it.

Sometimes, he could even hear the crunch of bones being compressed! Every time he practiced, the fat man was cautious, for fear of accidentally pulling the bones off!

But Su Chong's face didn't change, and he practiced to more than forty styles in a row!

And dare to continue practicing!

Ruthless, ruthless! Can't be provoked, can't be provoked...

Wait for Su Zhong to finish practicing the eighty-one styles of "Dragon Gate Jin". His face was blood-red, as if it had been stained with paint.

Sweating like pulp, his clothes seemed to be splashed with water.

Is the transformation of "Dragon Gate Jin" a bit excessive? Su Chong felt the trembling of this calf and couldn't help but doubt.

Stretch your muscles slowly and take a deep breath in the face of the rising sun.

The lungs throbbed faintly, and the decayed and withered yellow earth in the distance came into view.

This is a dangerous apocalypse after all.

It is better to obtain self-protection as soon as possible. He didn't want to be eaten by mutants.

A month later, the rooftop restaurant

Several people sat around a round table to eat.

Su Chong, Lan Yu, and Shu Ling gulped down the compressed biscuits.

Shu Yu and Zhu Hong looked at each other.

That's too much to eat!

Even Shu Ling, who ate the least among the three, ate more than Zhu Hong!

"Is it really okay to eat like this?" Zhu Hong looked at Su Zhong hesitantly.

The reason why the three of them can eat so much is completely due to the practice of "Dragon Gate Strength". She was afraid that there would be problems with her practice.

Call!

Shu Ling grabbed a calf-high liquefied gas cylinder with one hand, and muttered indistinctly while stuffing biscuits into his mouth: "Wood problem! ”

Shu Yu Zhuhong: "......"

Girl, do you know, this is the biggest problem!

How can an ordinary little girl have such strength!

"I might have to fall asleep again." Su Zhong said suddenly.

"Is it that you have practiced too much, do you want to take it slowly." Zhu Hong reflexed.

This kung fu is a bit evil, and she instinctively feels that there is a problem.

"It has nothing to do with "Dragon Gate Jin", it's my own reason." Su Zhong explained.

"It's going to be okay, is it?" Zhu Hong was worried.

"Don't worry, it's not the first time, and it won't be the last." Su Chong felt that he had to get a preventive shot in advance.

"Boss, what kind of mutation has happened to you, why are you always sleeping?" The fat man was puzzled.

Mutation of the ghost! Lao Tzu went through the plane.

"Don't worry, let's go slower and try to walk on open ground." Shu Yu said in a deep voice: "Until you wake up, we will not go to the danger zone. ”

Once Su Zhong sleeps, his body will not react, and once he falls into a dangerous situation, he will be a lamb to the slaughter.

Shu Yu was obviously thinking about his safety.

"Thank you." Su Zhong said solemnly.

Inside the heavy truck, Su Chong occupied the fat man's bed and slowly closed his eyes.

His breathing grew long and thin, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go." Shu Yu greeted. They will continue their journey through this last days.

……

I just woke up, and a fishy smell came to my mouth and nose.

Su Zhong sat up blankly. I found myself lying in a muddy alley for some reason.

A faint pain in the back of his head let him know what had happened to him.

Gray and white trousers, a yellowish white shirt, and a pair of worn leather boots. No matter how you look at it, it's frustrating enough.

Stand up with your head in pain. The wet feel made Su Zhong can't help but put his hand in front of him.

The dazzling bright red made Su Chong stunned.

This is probably the cause of death of the predecessor - he was beaten with a stick, and his skull was shattered and he died.

Fortunately, he crossed over and repaired the damage under the action of the source.

The dimly lit alleys are lined with low, dilapidated houses. There was a dim yellow light at the entrance of the alley, and a noisy sound came.

Raising his feet and stepping, Su Zhong decided to leave here first. There was a sudden sensation of a foreign body on the soles of the feet.

What is it? Su Zhong bent down and picked it up.

He shook his head, but there was still a little ghost in front of him, and he carefully looked at the object in his hand.

Bible ......

It was like a chain reaction, a series of memories flashing through my mind.

The predecessor turned out to be a missionary. Still a down-and-out preacher.

This Bible is the book he always carries with him.

Subconsciously touched his neck. There was originally a sterling silver cross necklace there.

In my memory, a mud-covered hand roughly dragged the necklace away.

People die for money! Probably the beating it provoked.

Staggered out of the alley, and the noisy sound next to him attracted Su Chong's attention.

On a gray wooden plaque with rotting scars is written in black letters—Pig's Head Bar.

"I remember, the predecessor seems to have booked a room here? And a week's worth of rent has been prepaid. ”

Su Chong followed his memory into the bar, and the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, sweat, and sweat mixed together and went straight to his nose.

Holding back the discomfort, Su Chong made his way through the crowd and walked to the room on the second floor.

In the corner of the staircase, two people are wrestling their wrists. Several drunkards shouted loudly.

Inadvertently, a silver flash appeared. A silver cross hung around the neck of a tall, bearded white man.

It seems that Sue attaches great importance to the line. The other party turned his head to look over and grinned, revealing a mouthful of mottled yellow teeth.

"Is it so fearless? He doesn't seem to know that he killed his predecessor? That kind of provocative look, as if expecting to trouble him thousands of times? ”

A rude and reckless man who thinks highly of force.

Su Zhong took a deep look at the other party and remembered his appearance. Turn around and walk to the second floor.

It was dark in the hallway, and the yellow candlelight flickered on the patina candelabra.

Following the memory to find his own room and change out of the clothes full of the stench of the mire, Su Zhong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The room was cramped. A small square window is inlaid into the wall.

Looking through the small window, it was a dark street.

"The clothes, the buildings, the messy environment, it's probably a medieval world. So what's so peculiar about this world? ”

Su Chong muttered to himself.

A series of images came to mind.

"Pirates, Port Royal, Elizabeth ......"

This is...... Pirates of the Caribbean?

Aztec gold coins, black pearls, fountains of youth, this is an era when the mystery has not disappeared and firearms are gradually developing!

Hey, do you want me to be One Piece too?

"Let's go to bed first, and then go to Port Royal tomorrow to take a look around and then make plans." A wave of lethargy hits the brain.

After all, he was hit hard in the brain and died. It has been repaired by the source several times, and there are still some sequelae.

As soon as he lay down, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

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