"Phew. ”

It was the sound of the fire candles going out, and at this moment, they lost their only light source. Ian held the dagger in his backhand, and beside him was a shivering Manhe, who saw the end of the stairs less than ten meters away from them a moment before losing the light.

And it is this short ten meters, I don't know how many intercepted in it, and those dark green eyes are proof.

"How, what should I do?" Manhe's voice trembled, "Why don't we go back first?" ”

Ian shook his head, but Manhe couldn't see it in the darkness.

"If I retreat this time, I don't know if there will be a chance to come down again. Ian leaned down, "Find a way to light the lamp, without the light we will surely die." ”

"I, I, I, I, I try. Manhe swallowed, "There should be enough fuel in the lamp, just let me pull out the matches-"

Before Manhe could finish his sentence, Ian moved. Instinctively, he kicked forward, and Manhe heard the sound of bones shattering, and the next moment, something fell into his arms, and he touched it with his hand, and found that it was the head!

"You can stay away from me!" Manhe shouted in fright, "at least give me a chance to get a match!"

"I'm sorry about that. Ian said as he stabbed the dagger into one's head. Perhaps it was too much stimulation before, and his eyesight recovered a lot, although it was not as good as the best time, but he could barely see clearly at a distance of one or two meters.

These are the same as the ones seen before, they were all humans and not dwarves. This puts him under a lot more pressure, and if it's Deadpool like that, he's one with one kick. But it didn't work, he kicked and broke their legs, and their upper bodies would still pounce.

"Matches, matches—" Manhe's hands trembled and fumbled in his pockets, where he had put so many things in his pockets that he couldn't even touch the matches, and all he got in his hands was some miscellaneous items, "Damn, where the hell did I put them?"

The clutter in his pockets was all found in the corpse, everything. It was these little things, and a warehouse that couldn't be eaten enough, that allowed Manhe to survive underground for twenty years. But now, he wanted to throw them all away, if only he could find matches.

Finally, he touched the little box. Feeling like he had found a treasure worth a thousand gold, he hurriedly took out the matchbox, but before he could hold it steadily, Ian pressed against him, and the matchbox slipped out of his hand.

"Ian!" Manhe yelled, "what are you doing!"

"I'm — doing my best. ”

Ian spat out the words between his teeth, and Manhe could tell that Ian wasn't in a good state, but in the darkness, he couldn't see the former's specific state. I could only continue to grope for the fallen matchbox, but fortunately, this time, God favored that the matchbox did not fall underneath, it was in his hand, and I touched it.

Now all you have to do is find the lamp.

But when he fell before, the lamp didn't know where it had fallen. He had a vague impression, but now Ian was stuck in the corner, and he couldn't move at all.

"Can you move around?" Manhe said through gritted teeth, "I'm going to look for the lamp." ”

"Find a fart!" Ian snorted, "light the match first." ”

Manhe reacted and hurriedly took the match out of the matchbox. But his hand was still trembling, and he couldn't catch fire after a few strokes, and he listened to Ian's breathing getting heavier and heavier, and his heart became even more anxious. He forced himself to calm down, took a few deep breaths, and let his trembling hands slowly calm down.

"Bang" -

A faint flame finally appeared on the match, and a sudden light illuminated a small area. Manhe finally saw what was happening around him, and was so frightened that he almost didn't throw the match out.

At this moment, he and Ian were surrounded by more than a dozen groups, and countless pairs of withered hands kept scratching at him. However, Ian blocked all of this, crushing him to death, so Deadpool could only attack Ian. Manhe looked up to see that Ian's shirt was stained red with blood, and at least five withered claws had pierced into his skin.

Ian gritted his teeth tightly and didn't let himself snort. The first one to see was strangling his neck from top to bottom.

"Don't-star-look. Ian said with difficulty, "Help." ”

Only then did Manhe react, his eyes were sour, and his voice was choked: "Why, why-"

"Why are you big? Ian gritted his teeth and scolded, "The dead old man is still so hypocritical, can he save people!"

Manhe took a deep breath, if the air here was poisonous, he would have taken enough breaths to kill him a hundred times. When the match was about to burn out, he hooked the lamp with his foot, then lit it and gently placed it in a position where it could not be easily overturned.

Then, he jerked to his feet and slammed straight into it.

At this moment, he turned into a ball of flesh, directly crashed through the fragile body, and broke out of the encirclement, but at the same time left Ian's protection. After a few seconds, the periphers grabbed him and stabbed the long fingers into his body.

He gritted his teeth and didn't hum.

In this way, Ian gets a few seconds of respite. He first grabbed the head behind him with his backhand, and then came with an over-the-shoulder throw, smashing directly into the group. The limbs of these monsters, whose bodies were corrupted and fragile, were smashed one after another.

Ian dropped the dagger and slammed another punch into the other's head, and the other's face sunken with it. Ian discovered that fists were far more useful than swords against these guys. As more lunged at him, he snorted coldly, and like Manhe, he clasped his hands and threw himself straight down.

The bodies of those who had been knocked down fell against the stone steps and were torn apart. But Ian also rolled down due to inertia, and rolled more than ten steps before stopping.

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