A New Character Every Month

Chapter 270 Four Hehehe

"why?"

"Why did it become like this again?"

Seeing the familiar scene in front of him, the man with glasses burst into tears.

If I had known that I would be arrested again, I might as well have waited to die on the cross just now.

Whenever there is despair, hope pops up again, and then falls into despair again. This kind of damn cycle, whoever wants to go, anyway, he quit.

The martyr nailed the hands and feet of the man with glasses back to the black cross again, then put the iron cross on his back, turned and left.

Seeing the figure of the martyr drifting away, the man with glasses was in a trance, and suddenly thought: "Will Deadpool come to rescue me again?"

"Hey, are you okay?"

A voice that was both familiar to him and with complicated emotions sounded.

The man with glasses turned his head and silently looked at the cross-border support candidate who was standing beside him.

Red and black tights, and two cold weapons, whether they are knives or swords, are stuck in the back.

Upon closer inspection, although the tights were custom-made, they were of average quality, but the two knives seemed unusual.

"If you can still move, then it's fine. Sorry, I just had cramps in my feet, and I accidentally fell again."

Lin Zian breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to pull out the nail on the palm of the man with glasses, and comforted him: "Hold on, I will rescue you soon."

The man with glasses said weakly: "No...don't..."

"What did you say?"

Lin Zian was still pulling out the nail with one hand, and put the other hand next to his ear, indicating that he didn't hear clearly.

The man with glasses shook his head with difficulty: "Don't...don't save me...let me die..."

"What? Don't let you die?"

Lin Zian nodded his head vigorously, pulled out the nail in his palm, and began to pull out the second nail, and said at the same time: "Don't worry, I will definitely not let you die. In this kind of weird place everywhere, we As human beings, how could I abandon you, and we are still friends."

A few tears dripped from the eyes of the man with glasses: "I don't mean... don't save me, please..."

"Ask me to save you? If you don't ask me, I will save you too."

Lin Zian pulled out a nail again, and said without raising his head: "You don't need to thank me. As human beings, isn't it natural to help each other? Also, you are very weak now, try to talk as little as possible."

The man in glasses wants to cry but has no tears. If there is a more painful feeling than despair in the world, it is probably like this.

Can't even think of death, is there anything more desperate than this?

"We must hold on, there are still four and 10 minutes before the countdown, and we will definitely survive!"

Lin Zian rescued the man with glasses, carried him on his back again, and then, like an agile rabbit, rushed into the dense and complicated tombs ahead.

1 minutes!

3 minutes!

6 minutes!

The voice of the martyr was not heard for 6 minutes in a row, and the man with glasses, whose heart was ashamed, once again glowed with new vitality.

"The martyr didn't come after me, maybe I can really survive."

The man with glasses felt that his luck had finally come and he was no longer unlucky.

"The lost lamb..."

But not long after, the voice of the martyr came to mind again.

"The martyrs are ahead."

The moment he heard the voice, Lin Zi'an turned the direction of the man with the glasses on his back and fled quickly.

The man with glasses felt his heart sank again, and when he looked back, there was indeed a martyr carrying an iron cross in the distance.

And it seems to have found the two of them, and is chasing this way.

"God, why are you playing with me like this?"

The man with glasses just felt that all the unlucky things he had encountered before today were combined together, and he didn't have the bad luck that was coming in just half an hour today.

After finally not triggering the pursuit of the sacrificial person, but just happened to hit it, is this still a way for people to survive?

"It seems that we can only rely on this guy."

The man with glasses focused on Lin Zi'an who was running at full speed.

The Sacrifice is not in the fury pursuit mode, and there is still a chance to escape.

"Although Deadpool is still carrying me, judging from his abnormal physical strength, the probability of escape is not 100%, and it will definitely not be lower than 70.00%."

But things didn't go as he expected.

It seemed that because of carrying him on his back, Lin Zian's speed slowed down a lot, and he was almost caught up.

Several times, the man in glasses was in danger, and was almost hit by an iron cross.

The man with glasses could even clearly feel the sharp cold wind that came with the swing of the iron cross, making his cheeks ache.

"Run faster! Run faster!"

The man in glasses urged in his heart, he had no extra strength to do other movements, he could only hope that Lin Zian could run faster, there was no other way.

Although hanging on the black cross, he couldn't die within 2 minutes, but his body was almost unable to hold on.

Another blow, next year's day may be his death day, so why wait for a black cross.

"There are 29 minutes and 47 seconds left, don't faint, believe me, we will survive!"

Lin Zian turned his head and gave the man in glasses a reassuring look, then his speed increased sharply, and he gradually distanced himself from the martyr.

But before the man in glasses could feel relieved, the accident happened again.

"Oops, not good!"

Lin Zian exclaimed, his feet tripped suddenly, and he fell forward.

"Fall again?"

As soon as the man with glasses felt uneasy, he realized that he was thrown out again.

The direction in which it flew was the victim who was chasing him head-on.

In a daze, he saw the martyr approaching him, raised an iron cross and threw it at him, and then fell asleep.

Bah!Bah!Bah!Bah!Bah!

Continuous gunshots sounded in the silent cemetery.

In Lin Zian's hands, the two rapid-fire pistols seemed to have turned into fully automatic rifles. Not only did they have an astonishing rate of fire, they were also extremely accurate.

Each bullet was accurately shot into the hollow eye socket of the martyr, and collided with its hard skull, emitting several flashes of fire.

The martyr's head was thrown backwards because of this, and he had to stop attacking the man with glasses, and turned to block the iron cross in front of his eyes, yelling at Lin Zian.

"Come and chase me! If you catch me, I'll let you...hehehe!"

Lin Zian turned his back to the martyr, twisted his hips, and fled from the spot.

"Roar!"

The martyr made a sound of extreme rage, and a black air came out of his body. He stepped heavily on the ground with both feet, and chased after Lin Zian.

The speed was obviously twice as fast as before, and the state of rage was obviously turned on again.

In this regard, Lin Zian was not afraid at all. During the run, he even poured out the last few bullets in the two pistols at the martyrs.

Then withdraw the magazine with ease, and touch the magazine on the waist to easily load a new magazine.

The whole process was extremely smooth and took less than two seconds.

Putting the two guns back into his trouser legs, Lin Zian turned his head, looked past the martyr, and looked at the man in glasses who had turned into a black spot, and sighed slightly.

"I didn't expect you to be so inexperienced. What a disappointment."

Watching these wicked people constantly switch between hope and despair, the mood is indescribably pleasant.

It's a pity, judging from the current situation of the man with glasses, he can't stand any more troubles.

However, facing such an interesting toy as the man with glasses, Lin Zian was not prepared to let the man die in front of his eyes, so he led the martyr away.

As for after that, whether the man with glasses will live or die depends on his own destiny.

Dead, deserved it.

Alive, if there is still a chance to come here, then continue to play.

"This distance should be fine."

A few minutes later, Lin Zian stopped.

Turning around to look at the martyr who had been thrown a hundred meters away by him, he raised his hands and put them on the handle of the Tang knife.

Will!

The long knife is unsheathed.

A bloody light flashed on the sharp blade.

"Show me your skills!"

Lin Zian held two knives, his body moved from stillness to movement, he crossed a distance of five meters in less than a breath, and rushed towards the martyr with full power.

In just five breaths, the distance between the two was pulled to within ten meters.

From this distance, Lin Zian could clearly see the disgusting worms in the rotting flesh of the martyrdom, and even smell a stench of decay.

Many parts of the iron cross in its hand were stained black and red by blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.

"Lost Lamb!"

The martyr let out a loud roar, raised the iron cross high, and threw it at Lin Zian fiercely and quickly.

And just when the iron cross was about to fall on him, his center of gravity suddenly dropped.