As soon as I looked at the hand on my shoulder, I thought to myself that it must be another uncomfortable dead drift. I thought impatiently: Why are you doing this trick again, can you change something else?

Without thinking about it, he smashed the butt of the gun in his hand towards the back, wanting to give you a "brain burst". Save yourself waiting for the parasite in your brain to come out and harm others. In these years, the first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers.

But just as I was smashing the butt of my rifle with all my might, the butt of my hand suddenly stopped, as if I had been caught by something! I couldn't help but be stunned, I roared, I have practiced this death drift daring. I grabbed the gun in my hand and kicked my leg backwards to give him a "steed and kick".

The dead drifter behind him obviously didn't expect me to do this, and immediately let go of the hand that grabbed my gun. I also snatched back the butt of the rifle from his hand, took a sharp turn forward, turned my body around, and faced him.

When I transferred it, I found out what kind of dead drift this is, it's an old ghost who kills a thousand knives!

When I saw the old ghost, I couldn't help but be surprised and happy in my heart, and finally saw this living person. In the same way, the old ghost was also excited to see me. Happy ghost happy, but I'm still a little angry. Angry that the old ghost shouldn't have joked with me like this, I told him with a gesture, and was frightened by him. Finally, I gave him a hard middle finger stick.

The old ghost saw that I was scolding him, and he replied to me "politely". But now is not the time for a war of words, finding the whereabouts of other people is the right thing to do. I hurriedly made a stop gesture to him, and then prepared to look around with him.

But as soon as I turned around, I saw the old ghost's angry face suddenly rise, and he drew his saber and stabbed at me! That action is done in one go, even in the water, there is no feeling of dragging mud and water.

I was frightened by his unannounced move, but I wasn't stupid enough to remain motionless, and quickly dodged sideways. It can be seen that the old ghost has used all his strength to stab this time, and he is merciless.

When I shook my body, I realized that the old ghost was not coming at me, but stabbing a dead drifter who attacked me from behind. The old ghost's sharp knife stabbed straight into the dead head, and suddenly a stream of black blood gushed out. Judging from the previously observed dead drift, it is most likely not black blood, but the black juice of the deep-sea parasite.

At the moment when the dead drifter was spurted black juice from the thorns, a very low but extremely harsh sound came from his skull. Although the sound is not very loud, it may have a special frequency, which makes people feel very uncomfortable listening to it. The old ghost and I both had an urge to cover our ears, and we felt a slight feeling of nausea in our hearts.

I just wanted to ask the old ghost, but the old ghost hurriedly gestured to me to look around. I looked around and felt a bad feeling: the many dead drifters floating freely around me immediately stopped moving, as if I had heard a command. Then he looked over to us, and in the blink of an eye, they all immediately gathered around us.

When the two of us saw this kind of scene, we couldn't help but feel chills in our hearts, this time it was a hornet's nest. It's easy to say that a single way to deal with dead drift, but how to deal with this large group?

Immediately, the old ghost and I defended ourselves back to back, picked up the AK-47 in our hands, and shot at the crowd of corpses that surrounded us. The old ghost has already started, but there is still no movement on my side. I hurriedly lowered my head and checked it in a very short time. Suddenly I felt that my face was red and hot, and it turned out that the safety bolt was not opened......

It's a shame that you can make such a low-level mistake! Fortunately, no one found out, otherwise, this would have fallen too much.

didn't care about these at the moment, and hurriedly shot at the group of corpses that surrounded them. But this time I learned that the AK-47 could shoot underwater. But the power is greatly reduced. The moment the trigger was pulled, countless dense bubbles erupted from both the muzzle of the gun and the place where the cartridge casing was withdrawn. The scene was like a cotton ball stuffed in front, and there was a lot of resistance.

According to my intuitive judgment with the naked eye, the effective killing distance is more than one meter at most. After a distance of one meter, the bullet loses its power and the speed of its advance is greatly reduced. Then, due to gravity and the drag of the water, the trajectory of the forward flight is finally changed.

A distance of more than one meter, that is, the distance of the length of an arm, is almost equivalent to no safe distance, which is not much different from hand-to-hand combat.

The old ghost also seemed to notice the situation in front of him, and quickly looked back at me, as if asking me what to do? I clenched my fists and made a "wipe my neck" gesture around my neck. Sue sù old ghost: For today's plan, there is only naked hand-to-hand combat. The old ghost nodded knowingly, indicating that it was no problem. I then asked him: Are there any knives left? Give me a handful.

The old ghost pulled out his saber and shrugged at me, signaling that there was only this one. Then he stretched out his hand to me and signaled: You can keep it. I waved my hand and signaled no. Although the old ghost's taekwondo rank is above me, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, he can't beat me.

I remember one time, the two of us fought each other in hand-to-hand combat. I beat the old ghost to the point of "fart and urine", and the old ghost was very unconvinced, and said: "Damn, your grandson doesn't follow the routine!" ”

I said proudly, "What are so many routines?" In real combat, capturing the enemy and winning is the key. Those who talk about martial arts routines are martial arts competitions. ”

The old ghost was speechless.

It wasn't the time to think about this, so I quickly came back to my senses and prepared to fight. I saw the old ghost raise his index finger and signal me to wait. I looked at him and saw him pull out another saber from his trouser leg on the other side. This grandson, it's all at this time, and there is still time to joke.

Just as he wanted to count him down, he saw a black shadow flash behind the old ghost. Without thinking about it, he stabbed with a knife. The old ghost also noticed something unusual behind me, so he hurriedly stabbed me behind as well. Almost at the same time, we took out the Dead Drift that suddenly attacked from behind.

We didn't have time to catch our breath when a few dead floats came around us. The old ghost and I didn't dare to slack off, and we raised our knives and cut down those floating corpses in silence. Because every time you kill a dead drift, a lot of "black ink" will be sprayed, and soon, it will be pitch black in front of you. I have a tacit understanding with the old ghost to fight and retreat, so it is extremely disadvantageous for us to be invisible.

Those dead drifters are not alive after all, and they are still moving closer to us after we have exited the encirclement. We looked from the periphery and saw that the dead drifters around us were slowly gathering together, and the more they turned out. The gathered group of corpses is like a goldfish grabbing food, gathering together. What's even more surprising is that they huddled together and tore each other apart.

The old ghost and I hurriedly retreated, avoiding the place of right and wrong. As soon as we moved, we found that the "bottom of the sea" we had been staying in had actually moved.