Corpse snatching, a very bad plundering behavior in the world of adventurers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

While the adventurers were fighting monsters, the others were silently peeping in the dark, and when one side was a little slackened in the victory, the person hiding in the shadows suddenly appeared, catching the already exhausted side by surprise and snatching the loot at the same time. In the world of adventurers, disputes about corpse snatching emerge one after another, and some people end up making trouble to the point of not dying or saving because of this incident.

Shirley jumped off the cliff with me, and in the process of falling rapidly, Shirley took a binding rope from her fanny pack and pressed the switch, binding the two of us tightly together. At the same time, take out the hook claw rappelling rope with the other hand and activate the switch.

Whoa, like a flying snake, the rappelling rope quickly grabbed the rock wall, and at the same time, under the action of inertia, Shirley and I crashed into the cliff wall at the same time. Seeing that the head was about to hit the stone and bloom, Shirley threw a capsule-shaped thing out of her hand, and at the same time, the thing collided quickly, forming a 2-square-meter airbag, and Shirley and I collided at the same time, as if crashing into a ball of cotton.

"Time, pause!" In desperation, I pressed the pocket watch in my hand, and in the next moment, the inertia between me and Shirley was miraculously eliminated, and we slowly stopped on the cliff, and the cotton-like airbag fell into Kamiya.

I don't know what happened to the little nurse and the other mercenary who is still alive. Just when we were calming down, all of a sudden, there was another hail of bullets overhead, and the body snatchers came to the edge of the cliff.

Shirley looked into the sky with a frown, handed over the Super Black Eagle to me again, then looked around, and said eagerly: "Brother Zhiyuan, the mountain wall below is where the jellyfish corpse flower is located, where you can hide, you shoot to cover me, I will take you over." ”

"Good!" I held the gun in both hands and let Shirley wrap me in my arms, and at the same time, I raised two strong and looked at the adventurer on the cliff, the pocket watch still in my hand.

There were three people on the edge of the cliff, and the three adventurers had very strong firepower and a height advantage, but thankfully, they were all within range of the Super Black Hawk.

Bump, bump, bump, three shots in a row.

The adventurers had clearly anticipated our counterattack and easily dodged my blow, but it was this dodge that gave Shirley a breathing room, and soon we were moving sideways in the direction of the jellyfish corpse flower.

The adventurers dodged with ease, and soon struck at the two of us again, countless bullets hitting the cliffs and rappelling ropes, many of which were almost clinging to our heads. Compared with the danger we encounter in the face of strange birds, the danger we encounter at this time is a hundred times more dangerous, and the slightest carelessness may kill the cliff.

Only by killing the striker on the cliff can Shirley and I be safe!

After two shots, while reloading the bullets, I realized one thing.

I'm afraid this group of people has been hiding in the shadows for a long time in order to rob the corpse, so they should have some idea of my and Shirley's striking ability, and if so, they can easily and smoothly dodge my shots again and again. What a horrible bunch of people.

There's an idiom in China called improvisation, and when faced with an extremely adaptable opponent, I tell myself that there has to be change!

Then give it a try!

The flight speed time of bullets can be compressed, and similarly, they can be paused. So another six bullets flew out, only this time, their speed began to change, while the adventurers dodged the first few bullets, the latter bullets were still flying slowly in the air, and just as the adventurers calculated the time and planned to continue the attack, the flight time of the latter bullets was compressed again, gaining more amazing forward momentum, through such a change, only once, I accurately hit an adventurer in the shoulder!

As Shirley moved forward without hesitation, I quickly reloaded the bullets, and while the adventurer checked on his companion's injuries, six irregular bullets were fired again.

All of a sudden, I felt like I had learned something.

Bullets are precious, let them fly for a while, wait until the enemy appears and gets closer, and then shoot out! And with such a change, I was able to continue to control the bullet after it was discharged.

People are self-aware, and at this moment, I suddenly realized some of my potential value. Perhaps, I am not like I think I can't do anything!

Soon, Shirley led me to the place where the jellyfish corpse flower was. It was a platform jutting out of the cliff, about three square meters, and there was a strange big tree growing on the platform, and under the tree there was a bird's nest, and in the nest lay a few rooster-sized chicks, which were only the offspring of the big birds that we had just killed. The nest contained many bones and rotten flesh, and some foul-smelling stagnant water continued to flow from the nest to the soil outside the platform, and a jellyfish corpse flower grew in it.

"Great!" After Shirley landed in the bushes, her plump body rubbing against me, hiding under the canopy, Shirley quickly took out a canvas made of special fibers from her backpack and spread it out in the canopy.

Sudden protrusion, abrupt protrusion.

As soon as the canvas was opened, the bullet above his head was instantly no longer threatening.

Shirley is still in a state of shock, from the discovery of the robbed body to the present, the two of us have almost experienced a terrible test of life and death.

After a short rest, Shirley gradually regained her blood color, unfastened the locks on our bodies, and for a while, a gust of wind passed by us, taking away some warmth, and I realized that I was attached to this little girl's body and did not want to be separated like this.

A minute later, the blow above her head still didn't stop, Shirley looked at the bulletproof canvas she had stretched out, and said to me, "Brother, you cover me, I'll pick the corpse flowers." "For us, this corpse flower is the purpose of our trip.

"No, no." Hearing this, I shook my head again and again, shoved the Super Black Hawk into Shirley's arms, and at the same time, stepped over the nest, ran out of the canvas, put my hands in the muddy and foul-smelling mire, dug five or six times in a row, and sure enough, I felt something like jelly under the corpse flower, and dug again to uproot the jellyfish corpse flower.

In the face of life and death, adrenaline hormones were constantly secreted in my body, the process of digging up corpse flowers was fast, the person hitting the canvas on the cliff did not realize that someone would suddenly appear outside the canvas, and by the time I noticed my movements, Shirley had already begun to help me take cover.

Thankfully, there was no danger, except for one bullet that almost knocked me down in the back of the head, and the other bullets just passed by.

The time-pause function helped me again, and when the bullet was close to the back of my head, it was briefly paused, and this brief time became my chance to escape.

Back under the canvas, Shirley looked a little angry, and my sudden action surprised Shirley, who could only passively accept the result. Although I could see Shirley's unhappiness, no matter what, this corpse flower was used to relieve the poison on my body, how could I watch Shirley take risks for me, I couldn't do such a thing.

Happily, now that the corpses are in hand, it is only at this time that we have a real respite. Stopping and listening to the terrifying gunshots overhead, Shirley and I smiled similarly. After experiencing life and death together, I could feel that I was closer to Shirley.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Shirley smiled awkwardly, before entering hole three, I had heard Zhou Qi talk about one thing, Miss Shirley never seemed to have a boyfriend.

After seven minutes of ambiguity and embarrassment, Shirley fixed her eyes on the three strange birds in the nest, and after a long time, Shirley took a strange bell from her backpack and handed it to me.

It was a bronze bell, about the size of my palm, and it was slightly heavy and a little cold to the touch.

"Brother Zhiyuan, this is the soul bell of the East, it is said to affect the minds of souls and monsters, these three chicks are not big, maybe we can subdue them!"

Yes! Hearing this, I was slightly stunned, and then smiled, if I could subdue this strange bird, it would be a good thing. So I handed the Soul Bell to Shirley.

"So what are you waiting for, let's try."

Who knew that Shirley shook her head and said, "My spiritual power is not strong enough to trigger the soul bell, Brother Zhiyuan, you are a spiritual cultivator, try it, maybe you can succeed!" ”

On the way to the cliff, Shirley told me a lot about spirituality, I don't know why I have the ability to do this, but I believe that it all has its roots, and I have the impression that my parents seemed to have taken me somewhere, and I had seen countless clocks. The largest of these clocks is larger than Big Ben in London, England. Of course, maybe it was just a dream.

Becoming a spiritual cultivator requires an extraordinary level of mental strength, which is why Shirley asked me to give the Dementor Bell a try.

"Don't be nervous, keep your attention on the Dementor Bell, let your mental power and its energy become one, and then shake the bell at the three chicks." Shirley began to explain how to use the Soul Bell.

Perhaps due to the fatal blow from the cliff top, in this crisis situation, I found that my ability to learn things was very strong, and soon, the Dementor Bell made its first sound in my right hand.

"Look, brother, you can really do it." Shirley smiled at me, "Only people with the right mental power can ring it, and you control the soul bell." ”

This was a very powerful encouragement, and I continued to put all my heart and soul on the chicks and the bells. I could feel the coldness of the Dementor bell, and even behind the treacherous bell, I could hear someone sighing. All of this may be the root of the Dementor Bell.

Soon, a miraculous scene happened. Under the effect of the bell, the fledgling, which was originally very irritable and fierce-eyed, suddenly became quiet, and then the fierce gaze gradually became confused!