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Three complete skeletons and a skeleton whose head had been knocked off by a decorative painting rushed towards Zhang Xian.

Seeing that his physical attack worked, Zhang Xian immediately calmed down.

Unexpectedly, just as he adjusted his posture and was about to make a move, his feet stagnated.

It wasn't the right leg that didn't feel, but the good one that was left, also unable to move.

Zhang Xian was startled, looked down, and saw that the blood had been gurgling from under the white clothes of the skeleton, and had silently soaked through the carpet in the corridor, and flowed to his side.

Both of his feet were covered in blood, and in a blink of an eye, the blood had covered the back of his feet.

The stench was still second to none. Zhang Xian felt that his feet were not stepped on the carpet, but stuck in the soft mud. He wanted to pull it out, but with a little force, it would sink.

Zhang Xian tried to pull it out, but it got stuck in half of his calf.

It looks like the ground, but it feels like a bottomless swamp.

"What the hell is going on here!" Tang Changyue was in a frenzy. He was with Zhang Xian, and he also fell into it at this time.

But the skeletons had already rushed over, scratching at eight hand bones, Zhang Xian and Tang Changyue were like two living targets.

To make matters worse, after the two encountered resistance, those skeletons changed their tactics, and they pushed Zhang Xian and Tang Changyue into the blood swamp!

In a blink of an eye, the two of them were not in the blood swamp below the waist, and their upper body was covered with scratches and scratches.

Suddenly, Tang Changyue was pushed from behind by the skeleton, and fell face down into the blood swamp.

Zhang Xian ignored the scratching of the bones of his hand and bent down to fish it, but he was also pushed in.

— Choking, difficulty breathing.

The air in the lungs was squeezed out, and greasy and disgusting filth poured into the mouth and nose.He wanted to struggle, but the swamp was much stickier than water, and he didn't need any strength at all.

If only I could use my legs at this time...

If only the legs could be used...

If the legs...

The right leg... really hurts.

It is said that people will look back on their life like a revolving lantern before they die, and there seem to be many fragments of pictures in front of Zhang Xian. Stand up and answer the question.

There are also those who participated in pre-job training, those who were on duty, and...

Herds of steeds galloping across vast fields with small blue flowers?

Thirty-story tuataras leisurely swimming in the constellation Lyra?

Streamlined artificial intelligence spacecraft addicted to live broadcasts repeatedly strike?

Black and red mushroom cloud bursting in the desert?

Foreign visitors with growing tentacles calling the wind and rain, overturning the [-]-ton passenger ship?

In the sea of ​​stars, the black hole collapsed in an instant, and countless insect races escaped; above the magnificent hall, blood splashed on the imperial steps, and all the officials trembled; The sea of ​​blood instantly pollutes the four continents...

When did this... all happen?

It might be a dream, or a hallucination, but why did he see familiar faces in each picture?

Jiang Jing, who is always smiling and counting people as peach blossoms, Shen Anyu, a fitness madman who loses every bet, and the Dugu Shensheng who hates the smell of milk but has to liters of tons and tons a day in order to grow taller...these are all his former teammates and friends. Comrades.

There are many, many people, such as...a little curly hair?

The moment the picture of curly hair appeared, Zhang Xian's unconscious right leg suddenly ached violently.

The pain drilled out from the bone, pierced the periosteum, tore and crushed the muscles and blood vessels.Float all the way until stopped by the skin.

Unable to break through the barrier of the skin, it rushed left and right in agitation, pushing out small bags under the skin.

Zhang Xian didn't know whether it was real or his own imagination. He almost exhausted all his energy just enduring the pain.

"In the next life, let's be sisters..."

The skeletons withdrew their hands, as if they had predicted the ending of the two of them, so they didn't use any more force.

In the blood swamp, the figures of the two gradually disappeared, and the surface was calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go, let's find someone else to play, hee hee..."

"Wait, sisters, where's my head..."

The skeleton whose head was knocked off by Zhang Xianyi's picture frame went to pick up his own head, but when it turned around, a slight "gurgle" sounded.

Bubbles burst.

Then one after another bubbles emerged from the viscous blood swamp, and when they exploded one after another, the surface of the swamp seemed to be covered with a layer of hot mist.

The skeletons stopped leaving.

They opened their jaws one by one, and the dark gray air mass was brewing in their throats, and when they saw something protruding from the surface of the swamp, they spewed out violently.

Groups of black and gray air clusters attached to the surface of the emerging thing, but fell on the lotus leaf like raindrops, honestly following the principle of gravity and sliding down, the lotus leaf was never stained.

Just as the air mass slid down, the thing that came out also revealed its true face.

It was a golden Buddha statue.

Wearing a wreath necklace and mani beads on the neck, wearing cassocks with flying ribbons, bare right shoulder, barefoot on the lotus platform, and one foot on the lotus pod.

His eyebrows are narrow and long, his earlobes are thick, his brows are a little red, his expression is neither sad nor happy, and the halo behind him is brilliant.

It's just that it is different from common statues. He has several belts wrapped around his waist, all of which are made of thin metal tubes.He has not completed the mudra, does not hold the eight treasures, and holds a thick and long object in both hands. Six groups of narrow and thin tubes rush forward, and the big round wheel faces backward.

It's a... Gatling machine|gun.

It was too late, but it was fast, the barrel of the gun flashed, followed by a series of "da da da da da"!

The solemn Buddha's chant sounded in the corridor:

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, six pure depleted uranium ammunition, [-] rotations per breath, great mercy and great compassion to save the world - my Buddha is merciful!"

Since ancient times, evil cannot prevail over good.The Buddha's light shines everywhere, cleans away the dust and dirt, and is the most powerful magic weapon to restrain living things.

There is also the support of the Gatling machine gun, King Kong's glaring eyes, and it is easy to slay demons and demons.

One thing falls one thing.

The struggle of the skeletons was almost negligible, and after a while of "beep, we will be sisters in the next life", there was no life left.

The gunfire stopped, and the smoke slowly dissipated, revealing a pile of ashes.

The blood swamp disappeared, and Tang Changyue appeared in the corridor, unconscious.

A piece of metal hit the ground, followed by another.

The statue of Bodhisattva and Gatling were broken into pieces, like peeling the shell of an egg, until the Zhang Xian inside was exposed.

Only then did Zhang Xian let out a long sigh of relief.

His legs were still a little weak, and his mind was even more messed up.He sat down leaning against the wall and slowly organized his thoughts.

Unexpectedly, when I was dying, I remembered many things, things that should have been forgotten.

To be precise, those are all memories that must be cleaned because of resignation.It's just that the cleaning was not complete this time, or something unexpected happened, which made me think again.

It's true that his work unit is a government department, but the job content... Hey, wait, the pictures in his mind are gradually becoming blurred?

Eraser seems to be exerting [-] percent effort to make him oblivious.

Without hesitation, Zhang Xian bit his finger and wrote on the wall what he considered the most important content.

"Run! Run!...Huh?" Tang Changyue screamed hoarsely, coughed a few times, and woke up, "Are we... out of danger?"

"Well, out of danger." Zhang Xian responded.

"how did you make it?"

"Any enemy has weaknesses, just find the weaknesses."

"You... wrote this rune?" Tang Changyue asked distressedly.Apparently, he regarded the half wall of blood writing as a panacea to drive away the skeletons.

To be honest, looking at the messy bloodstains all over the wall, Zhang Xian's actions were no more terrifying than those few skeletons.

"Write something that I will forget—" Zhang Xian's voice stopped abruptly.

He wrote it in a unique shorthand way.

But when the two were talking, they were distracted, and the shorthand handwriting changed quietly, becoming a bunch of garbled characters with unknown meaning.

This is so strange.

No, not necessarily.

Among the many messy gibberish, one symbol repeated at least ten times.

The author has something to say: Note: Gatling Bodhisattva's stalk and four lines of gatha are internet jokes.

During the tea party——

Henry (struggling up and down and raising his hands): It's me, that curly hair is me! [But it will be a long time before you can see my little curly hair!And, don't masturbate! 】

Brother Yan: Well, okay, I see. 【打.gif】

Henry: QAQ hum! 【But still fucked】

Author: I think... [Secretly reach out]

Three seconds later, the author silently withdrew the hand that was bitten with teeth marks.

Author: double standard or something, too annoying QAQ

Henry: If you dare to touch me, I will bite you! 【Then continue to be masturbated by Brother Yan】