Ark Games [Unlimited]

"Ahhhh-!!!"

A shrill scream interrupted the murky atmosphere between the two.

Meng Yan was startled, and then realized that it seemed to be Lin Manshu's voice.

"Go, something went wrong."

He quickly opened the door, and found that Zhao Jinfeng had just stepped out of the house as well, and they ran to Lin Manshu's room together, regardless of who knocked on the door, and rushed in directly, fearing that something might happen to her.

And the scene inside the house is really not optimistic.

Lin Manshu tightly clutched her right arm, her face turned pale from the pain, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and she couldn't help crying.

Zhao Jinfeng rushed over to help her up, "What's going on?"

Soon, without Lin Manshu's answer, Zhao Jinfeng knew it himself.

Because there were countless spike-like marks protruding from the white and delicate arm of the other party, he tore off Lin Manshu's sleeve, and found that her entire arm was covered with scars, the skin was uneven, and some places were even pierced.

It's like... there are countless nails crowding her arms.

Her right arm is almost completely useless, and there is no good place for it.

"Be patient." Meng Yan called out the suture, and used the tip of the needle to pry open a little flesh, and a sharp nail really popped out.

Lin Manshu's cry also alarmed the other team members, A Peng, Mo Jiahe, and even Luang Phor Chong rushed to the backyard.

"Let me see." Luang Phor Chong couldn't touch women because of his belief, so he couldn't get started, so he could only get closer and observe carefully. "Head drop, it's a foreign object!"

"Foreign object drop?"

"That's right, it's one of the most standard head-bending techniques to fill people's bodies with foreign objects." Luang Phor Chong's face was very serious, "I didn't expect this head-bending master to be so capable, and he could still rely on blood to lure his body." induced decline."

"Induction?" Zhao Jinfeng remembered, "During lunch today, Manshu was stuck with a nail."

"This is the reason." Luang Phor Chong said, "You can't be harmed by external forces and nature in the temple, so he has no choice but to descend himself."

"What should we do now?" Meng Yan was also sweating profusely, feeling that Lin Manshu was about to go into shock from the pain.

He switched to Whale Song's encrypted channel, "Ruishen, can't your skills control pain? Can you temporarily suppress it?"

Ruishen denied, "I can't do it. My skills can't be reversed. It can only make people suffer, and it can't appease the situation."

Zhao Jinfeng looked up at Luang Phor Chong, "Master, do you have a solution?"

"This level of head-down can no longer be undone by external force. If it continues to be delayed, the nail will even penetrate into the heart. If she wants to survive, it depends on whether she can bear it."

"You mean..."

"Cut off an arm, maybe there is still a way out."

Hearing this, Lin Manshu's lips turned pale, she gritted her teeth, and said with all her strength, "Cut!"

"Let me do it."

Ruishen took out the Mithril double sword "Frost Wheel".

Zhao Jinfeng frowned tightly, "Be quicker."

"understood."

Luang Phor Chong wanted to take them to the hospital, but in the blink of an eye, Ruishen had two delicate and sharp scimitars in his hand.

As a veteran, Ruishen's technique was better than Zhao Jinfeng's. He tore up Lin Manshu's sleeve completely, and then raised the knife and dropped it. A silver light flashed, and the arm full of nails was split into two from the body.

Before Lin Manshu could react, when the more severe pain reached the nerves, a second had passed.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Zhao Jinfeng held her tightly, while Meng Yan took out the universal spray and sprayed it on the wound, and then quickly wrapped up the broken arm with a bandage.

"Why is it the right arm, why?" Ruishen said in a condensed tone, "If that head-down master has this ability, he should directly let the nail go straight to the heart."

Zhao Jinfeng realized that "Manshu is using his right arm to cast the shield."

"This definitely has something to do with the Yuhuo Squad." Meng Yan gritted his teeth. "Their mission is opposite to ours. They are on the side of the head-down division."

"The Ascension Team did remain 'friendly'. They didn't kill anyone from the Nightmare Team, but..." Zhao Jin's face was flushed with red, "They are playing with us like prey."

"This is a threat." Ruishen's eyes were deep. "Fierse is warning you that if you don't want to join, he may not do anything."

Phils dared to do something to Lin Manshu, so could Meng Yan be expected to join?

According to Meng Yan's personality, he would definitely fight that turkey to the end.

Lin Manshu had already fainted from the pain, and was carried to the bed by Zhao Jinfeng, and the newcomer Mo Jiahe also felt something was wrong.

"Huh? Where's that bastard?"

After hearing her mention Ivan, everyone realized that Ivan hadn't followed.

"Xiao Zhao, stay here and take care of Manshu." Meng Yan beckoned, "The rest follow me."

Long Phor Chong didn't know the specific background of this group of people, but he felt that Meng Yan's identity was unusual, and these people were by no means ordinary rural villagers.

Everyone pushed open the door of Ivan's room and found that he was not missing, but was kneeling on the ground, and it seemed that he was going to die.

Meng Yan was very familiar with Ivan's current state. Ivan held his neck and couldn't breathe. Even his neck was red. His eyeballs were bloodshot, and he looked helplessly at the ceiling.

"Who has a pen?"

Luang Phor Chong looked at the monks, and one of the young monks immediately ran out to find a pen.

Meng Yan took out the Dragon Soul Dagger, pulled Ivan's hands away, and slashed his neck quickly and mercilessly.

At the same time, he took the ballpoint pen from the monk, took out the refill, and inserted the hollow pen body into Ivan's trachea.

"Hu-hu-"

There is air exhaled from the pen barrel.

Meng Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Ivan was choked and suffocated by a foreign object just now, and his lungs could not breathe air, but just doing such a "criticothyropuncture" could save his life.

The tenacious Maozi yelled Ula in his heart!

The first thing he did when he breathed air was to reach into his throat and forcefully pull out a black lump.

"Skin?" Meng Yan asked in surprise.

"It's still leather." Mo Jiahe kicked the thing.

"Niu Pi Jiang." Luang Po Chong was also very angry, this is the temple where he practiced, and the head descendant dared to be so rude in front of the Buddha's holy place.

Mo Jiahe said, "During lunch, this guy said that the food was too old, as if he had eaten cowhide."

Ivan wanted to speak but couldn't speak, he could only groan. He danced and danced to protest the word "Maozi".

"Be honest, your throat is still open." Meng Yan said speechlessly.

Luang Po Chong, an eminent monk, turned around three times in anger. He stepped out of the door and said, "I'm going to track down the location of the head master. Be careful at night, benefactors."

A group of monks also exited the room and chased after LP Chong.

Seeing that the ordinary people had already left the scene, Meng Yan pulled the pen tube from Ivan's throat. He called out the dream messenger and re-sewed the wound two or three times.

"I'm choking to death." Ivan was finally able to speak, he coughed for a while while supporting his waist, "Damn oriental witchcraft."

Meng Yan was lying when he said that he wasn't angry. He was already angry with Ruishen, and his teammates were demoted.

"Let's go, go to Lin Manshu's room and see how she is doing."

A group of people returned to her residence and found that Zhao Jinfeng was throwing a towel to wipe people's sweat.

"I didn't expect you to be so meticulous." Meng Yan sat beside the bed with a sigh, and looked at Lin Manshu's wound.

The broken arm was treated with spray, and the bleeding was no longer there. Unfortunately, the arm was full of nails and could no longer be used. Otherwise, Meng Yan wanted to try to sew her arm back.

"Too ruthless." Ivan stroked his arm.

"This matter must not be left alone." Meng Yan said grimly.

Zhao Jinfeng responded, "Even if there is no way to fight against the flames now, I still have to give them a hard time in the future, otherwise it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart."

"Looks like we're going to sleep in the same room together again." Meng Yan was worried that the team members would be alone again.

"Master Luang Phor Choong said let's rest first and go to him tomorrow morning." Peng's nerves were a little weak, "Go to bed first, so as not to wake up with insufficient energy tomorrow."

"Yeah." Meng Yan nodded, "There is no need to watch the night. If I follow this way of lowering my head, I will wake up if there is a situation."

Everyone rushed to carry the quilts and spread them on the floor, regardless of how hard the floor was, the most important thing was that there would be no accidents.

It was a tough night with two men.

One is Zhao Jinfeng, and the other is Ruishen.

Zhao Jinfeng was worried about Lin Manshu, while Ruishen was cold-hearted. There were many thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't figure them out, and his heartbeat became disordered.

He was lying next to Meng Yan, listening to the shallow breathing not far away, but his heart seemed to be stabbed by the other's dream, sending out secret and sharp pains.

How can he recover?

Would Meng Yan really believe him?

Or should I just give up and guard him silently?

Ruishen clenched his fists, he was not reconciled.

During these days in Ark World, he recalled the past of the two of them all the time, and it was because of these beautiful memories that he survived the difficulties and obstacles again and again, and survived countless crises.

What hurts him the most is that apart from causing harm to Meng Yan, his own image was so unbearable in the other party's heart.

Ruishen couldn't fall asleep, he squinted his eyes to feel the temperature of the night wind, and stayed up all night like this.

Early the next morning, Meng Yan was the first to wake up again.

Before Lin Manshu regained consciousness, Meng Yan touched her forehead and felt that she had a fever.

He called up all the team members, and after confirming that they were safe, he ignored breakfast and washing, and went straight to the front hall, leaving only Zhao Jinfeng to take care of the wounded.

If there is no accident, Long Phor Chong should have found out the location of the master.

Meng Yan pushed open the door of the front hall and found Master Luang Phor Chong sitting under the Buddha statue with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating.

"Master, master?" A Peng called him softly.

The monk remained motionless.

Meng Yan's expression changed, and he immediately stepped forward and shook Luang Phor Chong's body.

The monk who was originally sitting on the futon lost his support and fell to the ground all of a sudden, even his body was stiff.

Meng Yan tested Luang Phor Chong's breath with his fingers in disbelief.

"The master is dead..."