Tomb Raider Live: Take the Stars to Touch the Gold

In the end, Rambo's face was covered with corpses. Yang Ling saw him stretch out his hand and made a gun gesture. His hand was covered with wounds. Yang Ling knew that he wanted Yang Ling and others to beat him to death. .

The fat man couldn't bear to watch, gritted his teeth, and yelled: "Brother, I've offended you!"

At this moment, suddenly there was another sound from the top, and another person jumped down from the top.

This person jumped, not fell, so he was very stable when he landed, but the weight of the landing was very heavy. He bowed to cushion, supported the ground with one hand, and exhaled.

Those corpses were stunned for a moment, and suddenly they ran around like crazy, desperately trying to stay away from this person. These big bugs that were rushing over like a tide, also receded and disappeared like a tide at this time. In the depths of several trenches in the wall.

Yang Ling took a closer look and couldn't help but be overjoyed. Isn't this person just Zhang Qiling?
The fat man also screamed: "My God, this guy is not dead!"

However, Yang Ling took a closer look and felt something was wrong. He saw that Zhang Qiling's upper body clothes were all torn, and there was blood all over his body. It seemed that he had suffered serious injuries.

Pokerfinger Zhang Qiling caught a glimpse of the dying Rambo on the ground, and hurried up to carry him up. Seeing that he was saved, Yang Ling and the two quickly reached down, one holding Rambo and the other holding Pokerfinger Zhang Qiling, and carried them away. Pulled up.

This is really a time when the sea is changing, and the desperate situation is turning around. Just now, it was a situation where there were ten deaths and no life, but now the situation has suddenly reversed.

Yang Ling couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Yang Ling and the others wanted to check on Rambo's injuries, but Pokerfing waved his hand and said, "Go, it's chasing you."

Although Yang Ling didn't understand the meaning of his words, the fat man had already jumped up, and he seemed to empathize with him very much. He picked up Rambo on his back.

Yang Ling picked up Rambo's flashlight and opened the way ahead, and the four of them ran straight to the depths of the stone path.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Yang Ling found that he couldn't tell how many turns he had turned. Zhang Qiling grabbed the fat man and said, "Okay, the design of the stone road here is a bit weird. It shouldn't be able to catch up in a short time."

Hearing this, Fatty and Yang Ling stopped. After they stopped, they realized that they were already sweating profusely.

Yang Ling hurriedly asked what they were talking about, but Boyou Pingzi sighed and didn't answer, just laying Rambo flat on the ground, Yang Ling was right when he thought about it, the most important thing now is to see how Rambo's injuries are.

Rambo was really seriously injured this time, almost covered in cuts. If he was wrapped in bandages, even if there were enough bandages, he would become a mummy.

Yang Ling took a look and found that fortunately, most of the wounds were not deep, but there were a few on his neck and abdomen that were almost fatal. It seemed that these bugs were very good at attacking soft places. The corpse was also bitten the most severely on the abdomen.

Poker-face Zhang Qiling pressed his abdominal cavity with his hands, pulled out the ancient black gold knife from his waist, and said, "Help me hold him down."

Yang Ling was shocked, with an ominous premonition, he hurriedly asked, "What are you going to do?"

At this time, Zhang Qiling was staring at Rambo's stomach, like a butcher looking at his victim. He used his two oddly long fingers to stroke around his wound, and said to Yang Ling, "He got into his stomach." one."

"No way?" Yang Ling was startled, looked at him suspiciously, and then looked at the fat man, who had already held Rambo's foot: "Judging from your performance, I believe him a little more."

Yang Ling had no choice but to hold down Rambo's hand, and Zhang Qiling stabbed up the gash in his stomach with a knife, then inserted his fingers into the wound with lightning speed, probing and hooking, and pulled out a blue Shi Lai, the speed of these movements is already very fast, but Rambo still arched in pain. He was so strong that Yang Ling and the others could hardly hold him down.

"This one suffocated in his stomach."

Poker-face Zhang Qiling threw the insect corpse away and continued, "The wound is already too deep. If it is not disinfected, it may become infected, which is very troublesome."

The fat man took out the glorious bullet from the gun and said: "Why don't we learn from the advanced experience of the American people and use this glorious bullet where it is really needed? We unscrew the bullet head and burn his wound with gunpowder. !"

Rambo grabbed the fat man's foot, gritted his teeth in pain and cursed: "I didn't get shot, you fucking think I burned my intestines?"

Rambo took out a bundle of bandages from his trousers pocket, which was still bloodstained. It seemed that they were removed from the wound on his head, and said, "Fortunately, I didn't throw it away. Tie it up for me first, and fasten it tightly. This wound A piece of cake!"

The fat man said: "Individual heroism is not fashionable these days, brother, I have seen your intestines, so don't hold on."

After he finished speaking, he was about to start, Yang Ling and Poker Face hurriedly stopped him, Yang Ling hurriedly said, "Don't mess around, the bullet will burn to his internal organs and it will be over, let's wrap it up first."

The fat man was right when he thought about it. They hurriedly wrapped up the wound for Rambo, then tore some pieces of cloth from Yang Ling's clothes, and wrapped another layer around it. Rambo was so painful that he almost fainted.

Seeing him panting against the wall, Yang Ling couldn't help being very moved. If he hadn't dropped the lighter by himself, he might not have made it like this.

At this time, Yang Ling remembered something and asked the fat man, "By the way, who the hell are you?"

Just as the fat man was about to speak, Zhang Qiling made a gesture to keep quiet, and Yang Ling immediately heard a creepy clucking sound coming from the side of the aisle.

The fat man raised the short gun with only one glorious bullet, and gestured to Poker Face, as if to mean: Otherwise, we will fight it.

Poker-flavored Zhang Qiling waved his hand, disagreeing, and asked the two of them to follow his example and cover their noses, while he covered Rambo's nose with one hand and turned off the flashlight with the other.

Immediately, several people fell into absolute darkness, except for the horrible rattling sound, they were their own rapid heartbeats.

During this period of time, Yang Ling focused all his attention on the voice. Hearing him getting closer, a very strange stench appeared in the air.

Yang Ling was so frightened that he almost suffocated. Hearing the voice became clearer and clearer, he felt like a death row prisoner waiting to die. Suddenly, in Yang Ling's trance, the voice suddenly disappeared.

Yang Ling's heart trembled, did it find us?

After five or six minutes, an extremely eerie but clear clucking sound suddenly appeared beside them. Yang Ling felt it was so real that it was almost right next to his ear.