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These two claws are so powerful and huge. Not only did I not breathe when I got stuck in my neck, but I felt that my arteries were also stuck, and my brain immediately became starved of oxygen. For the first time, my head was in a state of confusion.

It should be pitch black in front of my eyes, but there is a twinkle in my eyes, which is supposed to be an illusion caused by extreme lack of oxygen. I felt that this situation would not last long, and I would soon fall into a coma or die from lack of oxygen to my brain.

I threw away my flashlight, slammed my hands into each other's hands, and fumbled around for weapons. At this time, I felt a hard object on my waist with one hand, which I did not touch consciously, it was purely a subconscious action. But when my hand touched the hard object, my already confused brain reacted, and I felt a dagger.

Maybe it was the desire to survive, or maybe I couldn't bear this way of dying, so I pulled out my dagger and stabbed it in the opposite direction.

I could reach and hit each other, but my fists were so soft that they were like itching. Also, the guy on the other side has thick hair and a hard and cold body, even when I'm not hurt, it's hard to hurt it with my fists alone.

From the moment I grabbed the dagger, my head gradually cleared, perhaps because of the courage of the weapon. The dagger stabbed out at a speed that was not fast but steady, and I would stab the key point with memory and feeling. I figured it probably wouldn't give me a second chance to stab me.

But when I felt resistance to my dagger, and a feeling of piercing the leather reached my hand, and I estimated that the knife would be able to stab it hard, my hand holding the dagger stopped. I suddenly had a strange feeling.

The next moment, a green light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. Green light. A hideous face painted green appeared before my eyes.

It's Jack's face.

My mood was extremely excited and complicated. Because Jack's two furry hands were stuck in my throat.

Jack's face was hideous with excitement, and both eyes glowed green, or of course, reflected green. But I'm more convinced that it's because of excitement. Jack was excited, crazy, and seemed to have a grudge against me, and was excited to strangle me.

But I knew it wasn't going to be like that. Jack's expression was like a different person, he was crazy.

Perhaps even crazier was me, my dagger had pierced him in the ribs, fortunately not deeply, and that was the liver, and if it was two inches deeper, his green eyes would have closed forever.

I twisted my neck desperately, and a 'cough-cough' sound came out of my throat. But Jack didn't pay attention to it, and the expression on his face became more excited and crazy.

I knew I'd be suffocating quickly if I went on like this. I had to get him to let go of his hand first. I adjusted the dagger one by one, held it in my backhand, and stabbed it hard at Jack's hand stuck in my neck.

I was undoubtedly the most effective and quickest way to get Jack to let go of the hand stuck in my neck, no matter what state Jack was, if he was stabbed in the hand, he would definitely let go. And I felt that the knife was clearly pierced deeply, and I felt that one of his hands was pierced through.

But. The two hands stuck on my neck did not relax at all. I'm starting to wonder if I'm stabbing myself with this knife. Because there is a problem with my sensory nerves, even if this knife is stabbed on me, I will not feel it.

I didn't get a second stab, and I felt that Jack's sensory nerves were also wrong, and no amount of stabbing would make him let go, unless he cut his hand off. And the problem in his head is even more serious. It seems that the behavior has been out of control.

I could touch his face, and since I couldn't wake him up, I hoped I could wake him up. I took the dagger in my mouth and slapped his face with both hands, and Jack's head swung from side to side as I pumped. But his expression and the hand stuck in my neck didn't change.

But I couldn't hold on anymore, I felt my eyes start to roll up, my chest felt like it was going to explode, and the lack of oxygen made my lungs feel like they were tearing, but it wasn't pain. I don't have time, I have to get rid of this problem right away, even if I do it harder, I can't let this madman strangle me to death.

I grabbed the dagger upside down and slammed the handle of the dagger into Jack's head. I saw Jack's head tilt back for a moment, then bounce back again, nearly ninety degrees down to his chest. At the same time, his two hands stuck on my neck finally let go.

The air poured into my lungs like a floodgate open, and I breathed the cold air greedily, I don't know how long I was stuck in the neck of this cargo, but I knew I really couldn't hold on. As the air passed through the throat, there was pain. I think I was lucky that I didn't have my neck cut off, but the injury was negligible.

I'm in pain. As my throat ached, my consciousness cleared up, and I realized that what had just happened was not real. There was nothing wrong with my sensory nerves, and similarly, Jack's inability to feel pain wasn't a problem with my sensory nerves. I immediately began to observe the situation around me.

We are still under the green fluorescent wall. No, it should be said that we are on it.

I moved my hands and feet a little and realized that Jack and I were not on the ground, but at a height of one meter. It was as if we were hanging in the air against a wall of light.

I moved my body vigorously, and found that I felt as if I was glued to the green wall, and my hands and feet could move, but the range of movement was very small, especially the feet, which could only be slightly kicked and glued firmly. The body was simply immobile, so it stuck to it with its back against the emerald green light wall.

The light of this strip of light was still bright, and I could see farther at this altitude, and I was first sure that there was no greater danger around. Then I cleared my mind a bit.

In fact, there are a few key questions. First, what I just saw was an illusion. Second, I don't have a problem with my sensory nerves, so the fact that I didn't feel pain just now was caused by eating these green glows, and so was Jack. Another thing is that I finally understand why there are no other species here to eat, and it is too expensive to eat.

Straighten out your thoughts and come to the conclusion that you need to get out of here quickly. I think starvation is better than cannibalism.

I turned to the side to see what was sticking to us, only to find that it was very difficult to do. It was as if I was not only glued strong, but also fixed.

'Fuck'. I cursed. My dagger is very sharp, and I don't worry about being hung here to dry, but if I cut a layer of green fluorescent, I won't believe it and I won't be able to get out.

Actually, I'm worried about Jack, he was knocked unconscious by my knife, and there is no way to save himself, I have to put him down first.

I turned to look at Jack.

The next moment, I was petrified. Jack is gone. (To be continued......)