Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Behind the mountain ghosts pouring out in groups, the fog covered the sky, leaving only one passage.

And at the end of the passage, in the misty distance, there is a landmark of the village exit.

A mountain ghost bared its fangs and rushed towards it. Qianwu swung his slender wrist and stabbed it into its throat.Without blinking his eyes, he drew his knife instantly, pus and blood splashed down, and the mountain ghost fell on the field screaming.

The ghosts turned into miasma and dissipated in an instant, and the miasma floated in the air and penetrated into the painting on the ground in the distance.

The number of mountain ghosts walking out of the painting far exceeds the number of players. They are scrambling to come out. One of the most ferocious and tall ghosts seems to know who is the strongest in the team, and goes straight to Jiang Chen.

"Jiang Chen!"

Qian Wu raised his hand and threw the knife, Jiang Chen grabbed the handle of the knife in the air, turned the blade with his backhand, cut the throat of another mountain ghost, and slaughtered it back into the miasma.

"There is also behind, ahhhhhhhhh!!!" Peng Peng danced and ran wildly, shouting as he ran, "Behind! Bosses! Look behind!!"

He ran a circle around Qianwu, and Qianwu suddenly felt that his eardrum was pierced 360 degrees.He looked back, and a figure gradually appeared at the end of his line of sight.Those were the player's limbs that had just been joined together. As they approached, they gradually changed into the appearance of a mountain ghost.

He saw Qiqi from a distance, Qiqi had become a living dead, the girl's clothes were torn apart by the ghost's thick arms, she grinned, pus and blood flowed from her sharp fangs.

"You can't love to fight." Jiang Chen slaughtered three more in the blink of an eye, "There are too many, let's run to the exit."

Peng Peng had already run tens of meters, he hugged Qu Ying while running, Qu Ying's feet were almost off the ground, Peng Peng screamed, "Mom, I'm scared!! Don't chase me!! "

The mountain ghost chased after him with a grinning grin. Peng Peng felt a stench coming from his back as he ran. When he turned his head, the mountain ghost was already grinning at him very close.

"mom!!"

With his backhand, Peng Peng took out a sharp stone from nowhere and threw it into the creature's mouth. With a bang, the edge of the sharp stone pierced through the back of the ghost's neck, and the monster fell down.

"Ahhh!" Peng Peng burst into tears, "Qu Ying save me!!"

Qu Ying was dying and said: "You first...put me down..."

The five people all wanted to escape as soon as possible, they retreated in the direction leading the way, but the number of mountain ghosts seemed to keep coming.Crowds of ghosts densely surrounded the two roads coming and going, enclosing them in an encirclement of no more than a hundred meters.

The black mass of things that looked like wolves and apes made people feel discouraged.

Qianwu couldn't count how many times he swung the knife.When he was a child, Marshal Jiang took him to practice grappling. After so many years, he only remembered the teaching that "one strike at seven inches will kill a snake".When the mountain ghost got close, he cut his throat. Although he didn't know how to be afraid, he felt that there would be no end.

After a long time, the encirclement narrowed again, and everyone gathered together again invisibly, with Jiang Chen and his back to back.

"Young commander."

Zhong Liye's medicine box was overturned on the ground, and he was holding a scalpel oozing blood, half of his face was stained with blood, he hissed, "I'll help you open the way, you take Qianwu first."

Jiang Chen stared at those mountain ghosts, and said in a low tone, "Together."

"The host goes first, and the players who are favored by the nerves also go first, otherwise we will all die here." Zhong Liye's tone was firm, and several mountain ghosts seemed to have seen his intentions and approached him, but he slightly raised the corners of his lips .

"It's a scalpel—it doesn't matter, it's not the first time I've used a doctor's method to kill someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he went up to the mountain ghost who jumped up suddenly. The thin and sharp blade cut through the mountain ghost's eyes. The doctor's tricky and vicious technique cut the knife into the back of the mountain ghost's head.Blood was scattered everywhere, but he hissed and laughed more and more in the blood.

The melee immediately ignited, Jiang Chen handed the saber to Qianwu, and picked up the wooden knife he made for him earlier.Although the wooden knife was blunt, Mr. Commander's hands were like iron. He lifted the mountain ghost who was biting his arm alive by strangling his neck, crushed the newly reassembled bone in the air, and stepped on it after letting go. Under the military boots was A plague revenant.

It seems that there are endless ghosts and ghosts that will never stop.

After an unknown amount of time, Qianwu felt profusely sweating, and gradually lost his strength. Zhong Liye beside him suddenly let out a muffled groan, and he suddenly turned his head. From the corner of his eye, Zhong Liye was protecting Qu Ying, and was slapped on the back by the mountain ghost, blood splattered all over the ground. .

Before Qianwu had time to pull him, Peng Peng uttered a deafening yell, roaring and rushing into the group of mountain ghosts.He held a huge and sharp stone in his hand, swung it left and right and smashed it right and left, with no tricks, but it seemed that he had endless strength.

Those depressed and melancholy eyes were bloodshot, and the bloodthirsty madness made those ghosts hesitate for a moment.

Qian Wufang had to catch his breath for a moment, he bent down to pull Zhong Liye, and stretched out his hand to see his arm trembling violently in the air, his feet went limp, and he hit the ground with one knee.

Jiang Chen immediately stood in front of him and cleared away the ghost who took the opportunity to stretch its claws.

"It's not good." Jiang Chen said in a hoarse voice, "The killed plague ghosts will turn into miasma, and the miasma will return to the painting, but there are still new ghosts coming out of the painting, so the killing is endless. "

As if to verify his conjecture, Peng Peng made a gap in the encirclement of the mountain ghosts. Through that gap, Qianwu saw a steady stream of mountain ghosts coming out of his painting through the bloody eyes.

"Icher Moon Lake"

"Pale Forest"

The Spindle Girl

"The Lost Cinnamon"

The mountain ghost who walked out of the painting showed a greedy and mocking grin, gearing up to them.

Those paintings are his half-business, just like a monument in reality, a thread is tied to the monument, the thread passes through time and space, and the other end is tied to his wrist in the nerve, reminding him that he is an artist in reality, he must work hard Get out, back to reality.

Everyone loves Moon Lake Icher, but no one likes the bear.

Only Jiang Chen likes it.

And Jiang Chen was also on the nerves.

"Immunity key..." Zhong Liye said in a hoarse voice, "Is the immunity key still there? I don't feel well—"

Qian Wu suddenly came back to his senses, cold sweat drenched his whole body, mixed with the blood on his cheek.He was belatedly aware of the coldness all over his body. Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Chen fumbled in his pocket, but found nothing.

The signage at the intersection changed again.

"When the works are gathered together again, the immune key will randomly return to a painting."

Despair enveloped everyone.

Qian Wu looked back anxiously, but saw the red shackles spreading up Jiang Chen's cheeks first, following the familiar outline and eyebrows all the way up.The two lapels of Jiang Chen's shirt had been torn apart, and the dark blue color spread rapidly towards his heart, as if the commander who would never fall suddenly tripped under his feet and fell heavily on the ground.

"Which one is it..."

Qianwu got up in a daze, a mountain ghost stretched out its claws at him, and he fell to avoid it and plunged into the pile of mountain ghosts.

There is an immune key in the painting behind those ghosts, and the team that regains the key can survive.Otherwise, all members will die in this endless plague.

"Qianwu! Come back to your senses!!" Peng Peng roared hoarsely and ran towards him, but he was no match for so many ghosts, and only at the last moment jumped up and threw himself on Qianwu, and the two rolled into a ball and fell to the side , barely avoided the attack of the mountain ghost.

"Wake up!" Peng Peng clutched his hand desperately, "Forget about the key, raise the knife!"

Jiang Chen's saber had rolled into the mud, Qian Wu turned his head, Jiang Chen was using the wooden knife to resist the ghosts that rushed up.Qu Ying was on the other side of him, and the two of them would be overwhelmed at any time.

A mountain ghost stretched out its bloody claws, and Peng Peng carried it for him, and fell from him like a sack of chopped rice.

"Forget about the keys..." Peng Peng fell to the ground and looked at him, "The three of us can't get out, you and Jiang Chen—"

Before he finished speaking, the mountain ghost grabbed one of his legs and ruthlessly bit off a piece of flesh.

Amidst the heart-piercing screams, hot blood splashed on Qianwu's face, Qianwu was stunned for half a second, and that half-second seemed as long as a century.

Peng Peng's legs were bloody and bloody, and he cried and threw stones at the ghosts.In the distance, Zhong Liye threw the scalpel desperately, but it was of no avail. The number of mountain ghosts seemed to double in an instant, and they appeared from the paintings.

Jiang Chen's injury had spread to his chest, he stood up and continued to resist.Mountain ghosts rushed up from all directions and grabbed his legs, while he struggled to pull out something from the lucky bag, which was a red candle.

The flames jumped up, a small flame made Jiang Chen's claws at the throat hesitate.

Jiang Chen was dragged by the mountain ghost to a painting, which was "Ichel Moon Lake".

He seemed to subconsciously bring the red candle closer to the painting, and then hesitated when the flame was about to lick the frame.

A trace of reluctance flashed in his blood-stained black eyes, and he looked back at him.

"Burn them!"

In the bloody chaos, Qianwu suddenly moved.He jumped up from the ground, knocked away those ghosts, and ran to Jiang Chen's side in a blink of an eye.

"give me!"

Qianwu snatched the red candle with his hands, and looked towards the hill of paintings in the center surrounded by endless ghosts.Then he raised his hand and threw the red candle quietly spinning in the air, burning the cluster of candlelight that seemed to never go out, and after a while, it quietly landed on the painting.

A little candlelight, a prairie fire.

The endless plague ghosts finally turned into miasma in the screams, and the miasma burned in the fire, together with those paintings.

Looking back at Qianwu, the fire was burning fiercely in his eyes, fueled by half his life's hard work.

Not far away, Zhong Liye finally climbed to the side of Peng Peng who was bleeding and fainting, and wrapped his arms tightly around him.

The dying doctor hooked his foot over the overturned medicine box.

As if he had been trained thousands of times, he quickly measured his heartbeat and blood pressure, smashed the medicine bottle and injected two injections of medicine into Peng Peng's body, and pulled out the hemostat with blood dripping from his hands.

Qianwu heard his heavy breathing, and he watched all the paintings turn into ashes. After the fire was extinguished, the world was full of ashes.

Jiang Chen grabbed his hand.

"Return to God." He said as usual, squeezed in the palm of his hand, "Qianwu, return to God."

"Those are not real, you turn around and look at me." Jiang Chen said.

Qianwu didn't have time to turn around, and knelt down on the ground as if he lost his strength.It was like a big dream was pulled from his mind, leaving with him, and half his life from the previous life.

Jiang Chen turned over and held him down, pressing down his bloody lips stubbornly and paranoidly.

The author has something to say: the little nerve gently rubbed the floor.

It seems that many copies are playing with fire.

It hesitated for a moment, touched the floor and said, the nerves will be under the control.