Turtledove faced the darkness in front of him, and suddenly felt a little red light faintly flashing in the darkness, just for a moment, and the next moment, his whole person seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer in front of him, his body trembled, and even his soul was almost shocked out of his body, and his hairs stood on end.

The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, and it is smoking.

At first, the turtledove was just like a small insect, poking his nose to sniff the smell of rust coming from in front of him, but he didn't know what was wrong, and the turtledove couldn't feel the existence of the small insect around him in a daze, and in his eyes, there was only a small red dot that gradually spread in the darkness in front of him, getting closer and closer.

It was a raging wave of blood and water.

The dark corridor was lit up with the bright red of blood, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, but no matter how hard the turtledove tried to turn his head, he could no longer control his body, he couldn't even close his eyelids, and just watched the blood set off a wave and swallow himself in it at once.

In the boundless sea of blood, the turtledove was still nailed in place like a nail, allowing waves of blood to wash over his body and his soul, not that the turtledove did not want to break free from this palpitating feeling, but that he really couldn't move.

Blood poured into the turtledove's body from the mouth, nose, and ears, and the turtledove was choked and coughed, but every time he was choked, more blood would rush into his trachea, making him gradually unable to breathe even one breath, as if he was a dying fish, and could only open his mouth in vain, revealing weakness and paleness.

Suffocation, suffocation, suffocation, turtledove's consciousness was slowly being withdrawn from his body, the brilliance in his eyes was incomparably dim, and his heavy eyelids seemed to have a thousand pounds and could no longer be raised.

At this moment, all kinds of things in the turtledove's heart have been washed clean by the surging blood waves, such as ideals, such as hope, such as the will to survive, and now the turtledove's heart is only left with endless exhaustion, he wants to completely close his eyes and fall asleep forever.

……

"Smack!"

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced all the darkness in the turtledove's consciousness space, and at the same time cut the boundless sea of blood in half, and the turtledove suddenly opened his eyes, - there was no boundless sea of blood in front of him, and he was not drowned, only the little worm held up a slap, as if he wanted to give himself a second big ear scraper.

"Don't don't," the turtledove that came back to his senses hurriedly raised his hand to stop the little worm, "If you have something to say, can we say it well, why do you slap when you have nothing to do, quickly collect the supernatural powers." ”

If you want to say that the slap of the little worm is heavy enough, half of the turtledove's face was slapped red by her, so hot that the turtledove couldn't help covering her face, but she still felt the pain on her face.

"What the hell happened to you just now," the little worm retracted his slap suspiciously, "I said that you are so dignified, can you not be stunned with your eyes open, and pinch your neck, I can't stop you, seeing that you have more air in and less air out, what is the matter with you?" ”

Indeed, as the worm said, she was sniffing the smell of rust coming from the front, and when she sniffed, she found that it was not a rust smell, but a very strange smell of blood, at first glance it was very similar to the fishy smell emitted by the two tentacles before, but after a closer sniff, it was not the same thing at all.

So what's up there?

……

The little worm was pondering this question, and the turtledove standing next to her seemed to have entered a magic barrier, and suddenly inexplicably reached out and gestured on his neck, as if an invisible hand was holding his throat, but in fact there was nothing, it was the turtledove himself pinching his neck.

What does this mean?

The puzzled worm didn't understand what kind of treasure the turtledove was playing, and she said in her heart, could it be the time to joke? Of course not, it's clearly a life-and-death critical juncture right now, which tendon is this wrong answer, and it's okay to pinch your neck to play here?

However, the worm soon realizes that the turtledove is not laughing with himself, because he is about to strangle himself to death.

"Hey! What are you doing? ”

The little worm first tried to break the two hands of the turtledove that was holding his own neck, but the turtledove's strength was far from what she could move, and the little worm was sweating on the door of his head, and he still couldn't move the turtledove's wrist at all.

And the more the worm breaks, the more the turtle dove pinched his neck, seeing that the turtle dove's mouth began to spit bubbles, the helpless little worm was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, suddenly she let go of her hands, retreated three or four steps back, and then ran forward, and finally "snapped" a slap on the turtledove's face.

Don't say it, the little worm's full slap finally saved the turtledove's life.

……

"Pinch yourself?" Turtledove didn't believe it was what he had just done, "Why don't I remember such a thing." ”

Thinking of this, the turtledove couldn't help but touch his neck, he couldn't help but see it himself, but the worm could clearly see that there were several red marks that the turtledove pinched out by himself.

"It's a bit weird in this place."

The insect's expression became vigilant, and although there was no immediate threat in front of him, with the insect's keen perception, he still sensed the slightest hint of danger that was approaching, or that an unknown danger was approaching, and the turtledove's performance just now was a good example.

"There's something over there!"

Before the words fell, Worm had already taken out the two revolvers inserted in the holster of his thigh with quick movements, and lost them along the way, and the rest of the pistols he had brought earlier were all thrown away by Worm after they ran out of ammunition, only the two revolvers that Rango gave her still had some ammunition.

With the gun in hand, the little worm didn't pull the trigger for a long time, not only that, but her brows became more and more wrinkled, and a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down her sideburns, smashed on the solid floor, and shattered into seven or eight petals.

If he hadn't come to this underground research institute, it is estimated that the worm would have said that it was a humanoid monster that appeared in the darkness ahead, but after learning about the "A" and "B" test subjects, the bug knew that the name of the monster hiding in the darkness should not be a humanoid monster, but a type of "A" type test subject.

And obviously, it's higher than the most basic "A1" humanoid monster.