That's when I let go of my hand and let him handle it himself. I saw him take the bullet, let go of the wrapped cloth, and pour all the gunpowder on the wound. Then I struck a match and lit it. I only heard a "bang", and a white light flashed.

Dickens was sweating profusely, but he didn't say anything. I could see his teeth clenched in pain, and the muscles in his face twitched. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but admire his tough guy spirit from the bottom of my heart. This reminds me of Stallone's play, and there is also such a scene in it. Stallone fought alone, and later suffered a waist injury, and also used ammunition to ignite the fire to stop the bleeding.

In my personal judgment, the purpose of this is to make the wound stutter in an instant by the heat that burns instantly. Sure enough, there was an instant smell of barbecued meat in front of him, mixed with the smell of burning gunpowder.

Look at Dickens again, beads of sweat the size of soybeans running down his forehead. I don't know if it was because of the excessive bleeding or because of the unbearable pain, his face was a little pale. After a little rest, Dickens bandaged his foot briefly.

During Dickens's rest and bandaging, I was a little uneasy out of curiosity and a little uneasy. He looked into the cabin again, and saw the resurrected skeletons and man-eaters below, still trying to find a way to get up. I picked up my gun, and I wanted to give them a few more shots, but it wasn't worth it. There is no benefit other than wasting our bullets.

At that moment, my eyes were suddenly drawn to something that looked like a bag in the cabin. The bag, hanging in the corner of the wall next to the boat. It's good that I didn't find it, but when I found it, I felt abnormally piercing.

I took a flashlight and found that it was an old canvas bag, and it actually had the words "Serve the people" printed on it. Immediately it became clear that this bag must be "Hina!" "Moreover, should this kind of bag be the bag that our parents, or even our grandfathers, often carry?

When I saw this bag, I was reminded of the bloody words I had just seen on the wall. I feel that the bag in front of me must have some kind of connection with those blood words. Perhaps, there are some new clues in it, which are inextricably linked to these things.

I immediately leaned down and put my hand into the hatch.

The bloody skeletons and the black man-eaters below immediately became even more agitated when they saw a hand reaching through the hatch. The skeleton stretched out its fleshless hand upward, trying to reach mine; And those fat, ferocious man-eating rats jumped up and down, trying to catch this "good meal".

I reached for my bag, but my eyes were still looking down. Just in case these walking dead stuff inflict fatal injuries on me.

Just as he was thinking, a huge man-eating rat suddenly swooped upward. With a mouth and long fangs, he bit the hand that was reaching out to me. I was nervous, but my reaction didn't wane in the slightest. Hurriedly withdrew his hand and dodged its attack. But in doing so, I lost my center of gravity, and my whole body fell under the cabin......

At this critical moment, a hand grabbed my clothes from behind in time and pulled me back. When I looked back, it turned out to be an old ghost. I breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the floor, feeling as if I had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Are you crazy?" The old ghost was a little angry and said, "Okay, why do you want to drill into there?" Do you think you're living too freely? ”

I didn't speak, just got up and shined my flashlight on the canvas bag I saw. The old ghost was also attracted by it, so he put his hand on his brow and looked at it. Because of the light, I couldn't see it very clearly, so I hurriedly leaned forward. He finally saw it clearly, and involuntarily said: "Serve the people!" ”

"Damn, boss, are you kidding me?" When the old ghost saw the words on the bag, he said to me, "When did this special 'serve the people' come about?" It is a characteristic of the * times! How did it end up here, on this ghost ship in the middle of the Atlantic? ”

The old ghost turned to me with an inquiring look, but how could I know? I shrugged my shoulders and said I had no way of knowing. But I told the old ghost the doubts in my heart: "I always feel that there is some kind of inexplicable connection between that bag and the blood characters we see. That's why I want to get enough of it. ”

The old ghost nodded, agreeing with my idea.

Seeing that he and I were on the same page, I immediately struck while the iron was hot and said, "Why don't we try again?" ”

The old ghost nodded and agreed with my idea, and said to me before leaving, "This time, we will all be clever and solve the problem quickly." Strive for one-time success, and never hold the organization back at this time! ”

I also nodded quickly and made a gesture. Signal to him, or let me reach for it; He pulled me from behind to prevent me from slipping. Now that you've got a plan, let's do it. So, I leaned down again, and the old ghost grabbed me from behind. At the same time, he held a gun in his other hand and gave me cover at all times.

Although the canvas bag in front of me is not very far, it is really out of reach. There was only a slight lack of distance, and I felt my fingertips touch the strap. He shouted with difficulty: "Let me forward a little more, it's just a little bit close!" ”

When the old ghost heard this, he immediately sent me forward again. This time, I was finally able to do it. However, it may be due to disrepair. The nail hanging from the canvas bag was unexpectedly loose, and as soon as I touched it with my hand, the nail shook twice and fell down.

In desperation, I hurriedly jumped forward and grabbed the falling canvas bag. The old ghost was defenseless, and was pulled by me like this, and almost fell with it. Thankfully, he pinned his gun to the post of the hatch, so he didn't fall with it. Both of us were scared to the point that our spines were tingling, and our foreheads were oozing with sweat.

The old ghost hurriedly pulled me back, trying to pull me back. I grabbed the bag in one hand and the old ghost's hand in the other, and turned back up. At this time, suddenly his right hand felt a shock, and the bag in his hand was pulled by something, and his body also paused. The old ghost took my hand and stopped, and almost got rid of it.

Fortunately, the old ghost was able to grasp it tightly, otherwise, it is estimated that this time it will be more auspicious. The old ghost didn't know why I suddenly stopped, and quickly flashed the flashlight back. Only then did I see the situation clearly: it turned out that the bag in my hand was grabbed by a blood-red skeleton. No, it's two! Not only did they refuse to let go, but they also grabbed the bag strap and climbed up.

Seeing this, the old ghost hurriedly grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back desperately. I had an empty hand, so I hurriedly pulled the bag with both hands. Duoduo and Lisa didn't care too much about what we were doing, but when they saw that the situation was not good, they immediately came over to help. Duoduo and Lisa pulled the old ghost together, and the old ghost dragged me again. The four of them were engaged in a strange rally battle with the two skeletons, but they didn't expect that this dead man's bones were so strong!

It's completely different from the one I just played, these two are just a lot of power. Since the old ghost was pulling at my clothes, the forces of both sides were evenly matched, and almost no one took advantage. However, where could my clothes withstand such a big pull, and the buttons were falling one by one. Fortunately, the sheepskin map vest on my body is not in danger of being removed for the time being.

The two skeletons were in another burst of force, "bang, bang, bang, bang", and all the buttons of my shirt collapsed. The old ghost suddenly stepped back, and I, pulled forward a few points by the two skeletons. At that moment, a man-eating rat suddenly crossed the skeleton's shoulder and was about to rush towards me along the belt!

I hurriedly loosened my hand, and my bag was soft, and the man-eating mouse stumbled and fell. I sighed, and finally solved this "urgent need". At this time, the old ghost may have been pulling for a long time, his hands were sore, and his arms were numb. As soon as he let go of his hand, he let me go.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and grabbed my belt again. My snap-on belt creaked as it was pulled. It is estimated that it will not last long. I'm amazed at how many things are in disrepair and this canvas bag is still so sturdy.

"Boss, hurry up and let go of that damn bag for me!" The old ghost lost his patience anymore and shouted at me, "I don't care if I don't have any clues." If you continue to stalemate like this, you'll have to put yourself in it! ”

If you let it go now, you'll be in vain. However, I can't affect everyone because I'm alone. In a hurry, there is no time to think about it. I lifted the lid of my bag with one hand and took out the contents of my bag with the other. After that, he let go of his hand and let go of the canvas bag.

The two skeletons apparently didn't expect me to let go, and as soon as they relented, they slammed into the wall behind them. I don't have time to estimate them, and I want to go back. At this time, with a "snap", the buckle of the belt broke, and the pants were ripped off by the old ghost. I lifted my body and slid down again. The old ghost hurriedly hugged my legs and grabbed me again!

I didn't have a flashlight, but I could clearly see the skeleton below trying to grab me. I could even feel their hands reaching my hair. With a quick tilt of his head, he dodged those damn undead monsters.

I remained motionless like a dead fish, and was lifted up by several of them. When I got to the top, the old ghost sat down on the ground, gasping for air. It's like the kind of prostration after the tug-of-war, and I don't want to get up again.

Looking back, this was really a tug-of-war, a special tug-of-war -- a tug-of-war of death. And I, the rope in between. This is the taste of rope, which is really not human suffering.