"Pear, wake up. ”

Shadow's painted face appeared, and a pair of dark eyes moved from side to side.

Pear stood up from the ground and touched the back of her head with her hand.

"Luckily, this thing hits you in the face, and if it hits you in the head, it hurts. Shadow picked up the meteor hammer on the ground, and the chain dangled from a fist-sized iron ball, and the sharp lings shook in front of her eyes.

"Face ......"

She touched the door of her face, her face was bumpy and tactile obviously, and she turned her back with her hands on her face.

Shadow reached over and patted the trembling shoulder, "Don't worry, your face isn't hurt." ”

"Mask ......," she muttered in a low voice.

Shadow was stunned for a moment, took out the iron mask from his pocket, and handed it over with a slightly dented and deformed mask, "I'm sorry, I was anxious to check your injuries just now, so ......"

She snatched it away, turned her back to him, pulled off the black telescopic belt, put on the demon mask, straightened the long hair around her ears, and turned to him with a pair of round eyes, "Next time you dare to open it without permission, I will eat you." ”

Shadow opened his mouth, closed it slowly, lowered his head, and replied after a while, "Got it." ”

Pear reached out and pulled back the crossbow arrow on the ground, stood up, and stared around, the street corner with the street lamps lit up, and the cars burning empty with smoke.

Shadow stood behind him, waiting. She rolled her eyes and withdrew her gaze, "Gather all the members and storm the Black Panthers' lair." ”

"Pear, that factory is full of guards with guns, and if you want to break in, you may not be able to get in if you block the lives of all the brothers. ”

A smile tugged at the side of her face, "There's a big herd of cattle in the hospital, let them be the dead soldiers in the charge." ”

Shadow nodded, following in her footsteps, walking the debris-strewn streets.

There were dense footsteps outside, and men were shouting, and the people in the ward were hunching their necks to listen, and the footsteps and shouting gradually faded away.

"Damn, if you want to kill, kill it quickly, it's too torturous to wait like this. An uncle in a tank top in shorts stood up and walked back and forth in the ward. The room was already crowded and depressing, and his noisy move was unanimously stared at by everyone.

"Brother, please sit down, don't bother everyone if you want to die. Someone whispered to him.

"Lao Tzu held his breath, if you don't send it, you all heard it, how many people are this? Sooner or later it will be our turn. ”

"Maybe they're releasing people in batches, let's wait. ”

"Fart, in the eyes of these guys, we are lambs to the slaughter, have you ever heard of a ranch that will release its own livestock? No, there is no life in staying here, I will fight with them. The uncle took off the slippers on his legs, raised them in his hands, and rushed to the door.

Two young men stepped forward and stopped him, one left and one right, "Don't go out, you'll kill everyone." ”

"Let go of me, you have to wait for death, Lao Tzu won't do it. The uncle became more and more excited, shouting loudly, and no one listened to him, "Fight with them, I ......"

Squeak, the door opened, everyone trembled, and the uncle's wide open mouth was silent.

Coming in was a group of men with fat arms, grimaces painted on their faces, and hunting knives in their hands glistening coldly. Compared to the hungry people who eat only two bowls of rice a day, they are a herd of elephants.

"What are you yelling about?" the man-eater who took the lead stood up and glared at the uncle with a pair of blackened eyes.

The uncle shuddered, his slippers crackled on the ground, and he retreated barefoot into the crowd.

"Surrender everything that can be used as a weapon. The cannibal leader patrolled back and forth, with one of his men following behind him to collect it.

Copper pens, umbrellas, a young man scraped his face, handed over a razor, it was the uncle's turn, he picked up a pair of slippers and handed them over, he was glared at by the leader of the cannibals, these are ordinary things, and the next thing that appeared, nunchucks, knives printed with ancient texts.

Passing by an old man in an overcoat, the leader noticed that his right hand was unnaturally straight, and when he touched it, there was indeed something hidden inside, "Hand it over." ”

The old man stroked his chin with a small bunch of goatee, shook his hand, threw out the sword in his sleeve, and handed it over with the sheath.

The leader pulled out a short section, the sword body reflected his face, the edge shone, and the hair loss fell on the blade, breaking in two. The leader opened his mouth wide and looked at the old man silently.

He stroked his beard and said, "Practicing Tai Chi Sword will help you live a long life." ”

The leader regained his composure and continued his patrol.

A bald man holds an iron chain with a bronze bell with an unintelligible inscription on it, and the opening is a serrated piece reflecting the light. He looked at the leader, handed it over with one hand, and as soon as the leader took it, his hand sank down so that he could hold it with both hands.

The leader put the clock on the ground, shook his hand and asked, "What is it?"

The bald man said in a deep voice: "Shaolin blood entropy." ”

The leader wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and led his men away.

At the end of the crowd, a guy in a baggy tracksuit, his eyes always turning left and right, look weird. The leader strode over and walked around behind him, with an arc-shaped iron weapon tied to his trousers, and when he pulled it out, he saw that it was a crescent moon, with sharp ends and an inner blade, and on the arc handle was a blood groove with a vine pattern.

"It's quite a drop, what is this?" the leader held it in his hand, and he didn't understand it for a long time.

The man in sportswear shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Shushan Moon Golden Wheel." ”

The leader's chin hung almost down to his chest, "You guys...... Collusion to fix me, right?"

Everyone looked at it coldly, the leader was stunned, the moon gold wheel was stuffed back, and he anxiously pulled his pants, and there was a bare ass in the sweatpants.

The sportswear man lowered his face and whispered, "I'm sorry, life is tight, and I can't even afford underwear." ”

The leader rolled his eyes, and the moon gold wheel clamped into the elastic band on the trousers.

"Be careful, it's sharp, don't stab where it shouldn't. ”

In front of everyone's eyes, the cannibal leader walked out of the door quickly, put his back against the wall, and whispered to his subordinates, "Close the door." ”

He stroked his thumping little heart, took a few breaths, grabbed his shoulders and shook it: "Suddenly the style of painting has changed greatly, have we crossed over?"

The subordinate scratched his scalp, also confused, and the leader pushed him away and wrote the words "Do not disturb the black room" on the door panel with a pen.

The uncle held his chin with two slippers, his eyes turned left and left, these people in the room were busy with their own things, some sat quietly, some kicked their legs, the fat man in front of him was more advantageous, and his body was suspended in the air and stood upside down with one finger.

He pinched his face, "Oh. "It's not a dream!

"Everyone. He jumped up and arched his hand, and everyone was stunned, "Everyone, I don't know how you ran out of martial arts novels, since everyone is sitting in a boat, it is better to pick up the guy and kill a bloody road." ”

The bald man said: "Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and monks do not fight and kill." ”

The uncle turned to the other side, and the bearded old man shrugged, "I practice martial arts just to strengthen Zuo's body and prolong his life." ”

He swept his gaze, and the man in sportswear hid in the corner, nodded his finger and said, "No matter how good the martial arts are, they can't be as good as a bullet." ”

No one in the audience could count on it, and the uncle grabbed his hair and sat on the floor.

The bearded old man shook his head, snatched a slipper from the uncle, and put it to his mouth as a microphone, "I was originally living in seclusion, and the days were leisurely, but I didn't expect an ice disaster to fall from the sky, the sun and the moon were not shining, I sat in the cave for a day and a night, but when I came out, I found that the scenery on the mountain had changed greatly, the trees were withered, and the birds and beasts were all dead. There was no food or drink in the mountains, so I had to come out and mingle. ”

The bearded old man sighed and handed the slippers to the next one, and the bald man took them and said, "The temple sesame oil is broken." ”

Sportswear man: "The disciples are scattered, the days are tight, and the underwear is ......" He saw that everyone was looking at the sky and the earth, and no one cared about his underwear, so he closed his mouth.

The slippers were passed around in everyone's hands, and when they returned to the uncle's hands, everyone's situation was similar, and they couldn't survive the days, so they went into the hospital to cheat and cheat.

"I understand. The uncle raised his hand, everyone calmed down, and listened to him say to the slippers, "The world is like a river, and disasters from heaven are like rivers drying up, and the masters from all over the world are scattered and gathered in the depression of the hospital." ”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Since it came by coincidence, it means that this world needs masters, listen, it is wailing, masters, let's kill it now and save this world. ”

The uncle raised his arms and shouted, but he saw everyone dispersed, each busy with their own business, sitting quietly, kicking their feet, and the fat man in front of him was doing a handstand with one finger again.

The uncle spread out his hands holding the slippers and frowned, "Why can't you be brave?"

The man in sportswear tugged at the moon gold wheel that fell on the top of his pants and said: "It's still the same sentence, no matter how good martial arts are, it can't be as good as a bullet." ”

The uncle didn't speak, and sat back on the ground with his hands down.

Boom

The door opened suddenly, and everyone's eyes looked at the empty doorway, oh, oh,...... Whose footsteps are they?

The room was dead silent, the uncle's slippers were held in his arms, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes.

Wow, blah, clearer, wow, stopped, there was nothing at the door.

The uncle retracted his gaze, everyone else in the room was in a daze, and the fat man next to him was motionless, and his eyes reflected a figure. He had a bald head, a pair of eyes with deep black circles, and a loose black robe that covered his body.

"Who are you?" said the bearded old man suddenly towards the door. The uncle looked back and forth, there was no one there, but the figure was clearly imprinted in their eyes.

The black-robed man closed his eyes and replied, "I'll retrieve the things in the pool." ”

"What is in the pool, our lives?"

"It doesn't belong to you, I'm going to get it back. ”

The old man gritted his teeth, unsheathed his sword, and headed towards the door.

The tip of the sword sank into the black robe, and the old man's whole body emitted golden light, which instantly turned into flying ashes.

Everyone's eyes widened, and the uncle was even more confused, how could the old man say two inexplicable words and stab the air with his sword?

As he scratched his scalp, the blood entropy buzzed out with a long chain, and when it reached the door, it glowed again, and the light came along the chain, and the bald monk also turned to ashes.

The man in sportswear touched his back and "drank" the moon gold wheel out of his hand.

The black-robed man stretched his arms, opened his eyes and stared, the flywheel in the whirling became golden, the people in the room burned, the body decomposed instantly, the sportswear man finally saw clearly, a drop of blood left the palm of his hand, flew to the door with everyone's blood droplets, and merged into the black-robed man's body.