At the same time that the wrists and feet covered with "strange mouths" were clipped. From the hull of the ship there was another violent tremor.

Then the severed wrists and feet resembled a wounded serpent. They quickly stepped back. Finally retreated through the cargo door.

There was a dragging and crashing sound from the deck. Silence finally returned.

"Walked Away"

The two poles next to me glanced at me. Swallowing hard, stammering. More and faster chapters are here.

The face of this creature was covered in blood. It wasn't that he was hurt in any way. It's because he was closest to that terrifying and weird wrist and foot just now. When the wrist and foot are clamped by an iron door. Blood splattered right across his face.

The silence around me made me believe that what the two poles said might be right. The owner of that brachiopod may have really fled. Although I myself would not believe that what I was thinking was right

It's obvious. The guy who never showed up was definitely not a good stubble who was willing to suffer. The calm at this time. That was the precursor to the storm.

We don't know what kind of scourge we're going to face next.

"Open the door."

Come to think of it. I don't bother to answer what the second pole just asked. hurriedly beckoned everyone not to squeeze the iron door. Hurry up and open the door to see how the big bald head inside is doing. Dead or alive. More and faster chapters are here.

The crowd heard clearly. I didn't hesitate any longer. They all got out of the way from the iron gate. It's up to me to exert the force on my hands. Pulled the locked iron door open.

It's just that. I pulled the iron door open. But something flew out of it. Straight straight towards the flutter.

I glared. I can see it very clearly. It was the small half of the wrist and foot that had just been broken by us when we closed the door.

Saying goes. Hundred-legged insects. Dead but not stiff.

This octopus. The same goes for the squid that 520 novels are updated for the first time.

Even after cutting off its wrists and feet. There will still be a period of time when you can be active.

Of course. At this point this brachiopod activity. It is only by relying on the undead nerve bundles in the broken wrist that are not dead that are unconsciously active. It wasn't a deliberate rush out of the iron gate.

It's just that. Not intentionally, though. But when the broken wrist rushed out of the iron door. But it flew straight towards me.

And. I can see it very clearly. More and faster chapters are here. The "strange mouth" on the broken wrist. It's also constantly opening and closing and squirming. If you really want to be entangled in this broken wrist. Although it is completely free from the ontology. But imagine being unintentionally bitten by that "strange mouth". Nor will it ever be a pleasant thing.

Thankfully. It was me who opened the door. My reaction speed is far more than anyone else's. Therefore. Although the broken wrist flew over very quickly. But not when it came close to my body. I was already yelling.

"Get out of the way."

Everyone was very careful. Listen to me shouting at this time. They all stepped back. Meanwhile. My body quickly retreated to the side. The "strange mouth" kept squirming and squirming and flew out of the iron door against my body.

After landing. The broken wrist still squirmed on the floor of the cargo hold. Struggling. It really looks like an alien creature of unknown horror.

Merely. It had just struggled on the ground a few times. I heard one of the young offspring. He snorted. Then he stepped forward quickly. He raised the sword in his hand high. The tip of the knife is thrust downward. He nailed the broken wrist to the floor of the cargo hold.

Broken wrist nailed. Still slapping and squirming on the floor. It's just that. At this time, everyone's minds were no longer on it. The big guys all turned their heads and looked through the iron door.

Just one look. My brow suddenly tightened.

I saw the dark room inside the iron gate. Scarlet blood splattered everywhere.

And that big bald head. At this time, he was lying face down in a corner of the dark room.

His body was still trembling slightly. Watching and not dying.

"This guy is still alive."

The second big pole spoke first and whispered. The creature shouted. One side walked quickly to the big bald head lying on the ground. Squatting. The two big poles slowly turned the big bald body over.

"Holy shit."

"Ahh

After the two big poles turned over the big bald body. Suddenly, his hands and feet stared at him, and he stepped back from the big bald body.

While rushing backwards. The second pole also yelled with a pale face.

"It's still fucking alive."

In fact. At the same time as the two big poles opened their mouths and screamed. A few others. Even I couldn't help but let out an exclamation. 520 novels are updated as soon as possible

The two poles are really right. In fact. At this time, the big bald head that appeared in front of us looked good. There was not the slightest bit of anger from the living.

Above his face. It's a blur of flesh and blood. That's not to say he suffered any facial injuries. In fact. It was his entire face that had completely disappeared. It's not just the whole face. Even the eyeballs in his eyes were gone. Only two black holes were left in front of everyone. It looked like a skeleton with a little flesh still standing on its bald face.

Right in the middle of his chest. Two circular holes the size of bowls were left. Above the hole was also a blur of flesh and blood. Even through that hole. I could see the faintly visible internal organs.

It is no exaggeration to say. At this time, the big bald head was still trembling slightly. But he had no chance of surviving at all.

“simasen”

I stared at the big twitching bald head lying on the ground. Secretly bared his teeth. But I heard Saori Aizawa bow her head suddenly. A Japanese sentence came out of his mouth. Then she reached out and took the sword from the young man's hand. Stabbed hard into the heart of the big bald head lying on the ground.

With the insertion of the waka. The big bald head quickly stopped the convulsions of his body. It made me feel a lot more relaxed.

Merely. It's only a momentary effort.

The death of the big bald head. It made the fear in everyone's hearts rise to a peak.

Meantime. Everybody knows it all too well. The guy we had his wrist and foot cut off. Surely we will not rest on our laurels. When it reappears. It's hard to guarantee that any of the people present will be like the big bald head again.

"What should Mr. Wang do now?"

Saori Aizawa asked me. There was a hint of anxiety in his words.

"I fucking know what to do."

I replied angrily.

If it's on land. Needless to say. The big guy should run. But this is the work. In the vast**. Run a hair.

The only way to do that is to be big. Hurry up and get down on your knees and pray that thing don't 520 novels