It turns out that no matter how weird things are, they still follow some basic rules, at least in the normal world.

Then again, what counts as a normal world? Koop doesn't have any commendable understanding of this, since he is not in a dream, can a world where "people" exist that can disappear out of thin air and appear behind him really be considered a normal world?

However, this ability obviously does not have any effects such as strong vitality and resurrection from the dead, and the rickety attacker still meets the principle that "the brain cannot function when the iron is embedded in it".

Coop walked around Yvonne and drooped his left hand to the fallen foe, kicking the dagger off his hand and mending the collapsed pumpkin-like head to make sure he wouldn't wake up again.

The wound on the left shoulder worsened after overactivity, and a knife to the waist limited the force. Fearing a lack of force, irrational concern caused him to add a few more hits to the corpse, until he heard Yvonne's uncomfortable dry cough, and realized that the upper body of this guy had a striking resemblance to the raw material of the meat pie.

In order for the two of them present to enjoy this delicacy in peace for the rest of their lives, it was best for him to stop now, so as not to cause further bad associations.

"You've been a great help." Carrying a weapon with an unknown substance on it, he didn't look right, and he rubbed the hammer on the attacker's clothes, and they wouldn't be complaining now anyway.

As the target all fell, the emotionally driven forces ebbed from their bodies, and exhaustion and fear quickly took their place, just a little bit, and if it weren't for Yvonne's bold move, he would probably be on his way to personally confirm the existence of the kingdom of heaven.

He then realized that instead of complimenting her on a job well done, he should consider whether the scene would have a bad effect on a child.

"You see, they deserve it." Coop turned the corpses over one by one, observing Yvonne's condition.

The latter just furrowed his eyebrows, covered his mouth and let out a throat-scratching cough that only looked a little nauseous, a far cry from Coop's imaginary little girl performance.

In a way, he was better than Koop, and he didn't know if he would vomit out the sunken loose features a few more times.

Yvonne doesn't need enlightenment. She pinched the wooden handle of the dagger with two fingers, draining the blood from the wet rust, "Thank you, I know." ”

At the time of the arrival of this too young colleague, Koop was somewhat resentful of Kraft's intentions, but her insensitivity to the loss of normal human form and consciousness made it seem that there was no simple thing behind it.

He didn't want to get into the specifics of the desensitization process, and if someone asked him why he didn't like dreaming, he wouldn't get an answer.

"Would you like to go see Peter? I just saw him stabbed. Koop found a place to lean on the side of the bed, and tentatively touched his lower back, but the bleeding had not completely stopped.

Instead of being hot and dry after activity, the body is cold at the fingertips, and the passage of warm body fluids takes away far more than just body temperature.

The abducted woman had already fled, and there were only three living people left at the scene, and if measures were not taken in time, there would be only two left tomorrow morning.

Yvonne put his finger under Peter's nose, waited a few seconds, and nodded to Koop to look through the wound on his back.

The silk fibers of the linen cloth were stirred into the knife wound, sticking and tangling, and she tugged twice before giving up the doomed attempt, picking up the dagger and picking open the clothes.

It seemed that the weapon had been regarded as a trophy by her, similar to the fact that some species of birds would pick up small objects of interest by the way.

"I don't know, if he can get through it, he'll probably be fine, right?"

Coop didn't want to stand up, and glanced at the torn back of his clothes from a distance, and felt that this girl was quite neat. Peter's wound had not stopped bleeding, but it had not reached the point of bleeding, and fortunately he did not die.

"Wrap a cloth around his waist, tie it tighter." The position of the lower back near the spine, as if it was said in the training that there are important internal organs that will cause major problems due to injury, Koop thought for a while, probably maybe it may be called the kidney?

This didn't help, the teaching was limited to getting him to do a good job of protection, there was no way to treat it, and Yvonne had to help with the bandaging.

His assessment of this was that if Peter did not die tonight, he would have lived until tomorrow morning. When the time comes, let Kraft see if there is a chance.

No, that's not the case. Coop was shocked by the paradox, if he had been attacked like this, then Kraft and William's side would have suffered more than that.

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"Run!"

Kraftra woke up like a dream, William, who had just fallen into that trance and chaos again, stunned at the faces that bubbled out of the darkness one after another, and unconsciously reached out to touch them.

If he hadn't been awakened, it looked like he would have to go up and kiss him.

Without further ado, William flung his legs and followed Kraft, and the two of them ran wildly through the gray cavern.

"Can you send us back?" William's soul was in a rage, if he was in hell just now, then where he was now is a little beyond the scope of his knowledge, "Then the hole thing should be gone, right?" ”

"No, I need time!" The man with the torch made a big bend in the wall, and in the midst of his quick breath he replied, "Watch your step! ”

William reflexively jumped over a puckered, horizontal stone sill that hid in the intricate shadows, waiting to teach the strayer one last lesson in his life, always remembering to watch his step.

As soon as I landed, a stone hit the tip of my toe, and through the boot, it felt like I had broken my toe, "Whew! ”

"Can't you try it now?"

"Can you run and look at the charts?" Kraft asked rhetorically, wasting precious gasping breaks on the run was a joke with his life.

"If you take me out, it's not that it's not negotiable!" The captain grabbed the waistband of his trousers with one hand, and just now he hurriedly shook off his belt, and his pants slipped down from his belly, and the cold wind blew cold around the umbilicus.

Kraft ignored him, pinprick headaches still interspersed behind the cranial plate, with a tendency to develop to the forehead and back of the nose, the cave space exacerbated the cramped and cramped claustrophobia, and the full force of running seemed to crawl in an endless splicing drum passage.

The numb run became even more of a headache when there was a fork in the road ahead—a staggered fork of the road, another path cut diagonally, as if tilting an angle back to the original mine.

However, Kraft clearly remembers that this was not the case, and that they were traveling in the opposite direction away from the mine, which was a different junction.

On the front, he saw white impurities emerging from the darkness, a flat nose exposed, a soft white extension that was bleaker than the gray-white rocks, and several unseen native features smiled at them.

"Left!" Kraft decisively led the way to the left.

He didn't know what was on the left, but it looked like it was going uphill, better than going down.

"Wait...... Wait for me ......"

The ascent was a lot harder, and William couldn't breathe, but the horror of the face to face with the miserable white face stimulated the potential that the body didn't have in his youth, and supported him to keep up with the torches ahead.

As long as there is a little hope, no one will want their face to appear in it.

And so this hellish race got an extra race. The two leaders squeezed each alveolar until they could taste the rust in their mouths, and felt that they could no longer throw it far enough, so they might as well use their last strength to think about how to die a decent death.

When they stopped on this endless uphill section, all that remained in the cavern was the uneven sound of wheezing and coughing, and the disturbance of the carapace arthropods was far away.

Clough picked up a second torch and handed it to William, his aperture expanding, and the faces showed no signs for a moment.

"We ...... Safe for the time being? William touched his wet cheek with his sleeve, "Do you want to try your 'magic', I think clearly, maybe it's better to die by being crushed." ”

"I can't agree with that." The young "wizard" shook his head and pressed William's shoulder, closing his eyes and grasping an object in his sleeve, which William guessed was a precursor to activation, like the legend of a wizard who recited a spell before casting a spell.

However, Kraft does not need to, does this mean that he is more qualified?

"Holy!" An expletive interrupted the unwarranted speculation, and the hand on his shoulder let go, a look of uncertainty prevailing on Kraft's face for the first time.

"It shouldn't be like this, we don't have holes in it."

(End of chapter)