[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

This time I was really cold.When the fire was just lit, I tremblingly stretched my limbs to warm them, only to find that even the skin on the soles of my feet was turning blue and purple.

After the initial numbness, the hands and feet gradually became conscious, and then there were bursts of tingling and soreness.I knew my body was finally recovering, but if I didn't get rid of the damp and cold air, I would fall ill here in a few hours, so I endured the pain and rubbed my bare skin desperately until my whole body turned red.

During this period, I couldn't help but look up at the deep crack I passed through when I fell down. It was pitch black, and there was still no movement.

Sitting still like this is not an option. I reached out and touched the CK underwear next to me, and it was damp and cold.I don't dare to hold this piece of cloth and roast it on the fire, because if I accidentally burn a hole, I don't have equipment, and my crotch will be cold for a long time.I didn't dare to take such a risk, so I had no choice but to give up. I took the waterproof jacket and put it on after shaking it twice.

A place with fire is always reassuring, which is the psychological suggestion and habit left by the ancestors of mankind.Because I was too tired, I chose the latter between leaving as soon as possible and resting by the fire.

But it is too dangerous to be alone in an open place. No matter how tired I am, I dare not lay down and sleep. I can only squint my eyes to watch the jumping flames, hoping that dynamic things can activate my brain to be alert to nearby movements, so that I won’t just fall asleep like this with.

For people like me, as long as the body is still, the brain starts to run at high speed.

Since entering this bucket, there have been too many accidents. Not to mention the weirdness of those ghosts and monsters, just the temperature in the bucket and the ever-changing iceberg psychosis made me very uneasy.

It can be seen that his personality is a bit like a stuffy bottle, and he is probably a powerful person who likes to go it alone. If there are no other forces behind him, it can save me a little worry.But judging from the conversation between him and Poker Fing on the cliff, he should be a "person who never existed" - there are no more than two kinds of people who can be invisible in front of the Zhang family, one is stronger than the Zhang family Characters—this possibility is too small, who can compare with a family that has mastered the real history of China?Another possibility is that he was once killed by Zhang's elders on the premise of concealing the patriarch.But since he was obliterated by the faction in power of the Zhang family, how could he escape death?

Regardless of these, think in another direction.If this Bingshan psychopath was once wiped out by the Zhang family for committing a big mistake and betraying the family, the patriarch has no right to know about it, which means that there are too many twists and turns in it, or in other words, his mistakes or His own identity and sensitivity are very likely to be related to the patriarch, and this relationship must not be small.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt that the hard kick I just received might have been in vain.Because perhaps the best reason for him to kick me down was because he disliked me for occupying his private space for negotiating with his family head or redressing his grievances.

"If I get in the way, I will kick you without discussing it." Because of this weird thinking, I came down.

Um.Just thinking about it is so fucking painful.

As for Poker Bottle, he must have thought about what I'm thinking about now, but he didn't expect Bingshan's psychopath to be so abnormal, so he couldn't react in time to save me.

Now it all makes sense.

Now I don't worry about whether I can meet Poker Ping, because even if I don't see him in a short time, I have the ability to protect myself.My concern is the stuffy oil bottle.

The most terrible person for a man is himself.That Bingshan psychopath undoubtedly belonged to the same Zhang family as Poker. Perhaps only the Zhang family knew the weaknesses of the Zhang family. In addition, that person looked awesome and was older than Poker. He might surpass him in age, experience and even skill.

I can only comfort myself, Poker-Face is a measured person, there is no possibility of accidents.

Compared with the unusually cold air nearby, the warmth around the fire is really nostalgic.

Maybe it was because I was too tired, my mind was clearly thinking, but my consciousness gradually diverged, and it became difficult to focus on the sight of the fire, leaving only a blur of light and shadow in my mind.

So dazed, half asleep and half awake, suddenly, I seemed to hear something vaguely.

The voice seemed to be far away from me, but it could clearly reflect a picture in my mind: there is someone in the passage behind me.

He wears heavy chain mail and carries a rusty spear.That Ge didn't seem to be cherished by that person, the tip of the Ge just dragged on the ground, making harsh rubbing sounds, making one wonder if it was Ge's owner, who had the habit of hunchback and shoulders.

The louder the sound, the closer the man walked, it seemed that I could meet him face to face with another turn...

A burst of unspeakable palpitations hit my chest, I was shocked, and finally woke up!

The moment you open your eyes.

The voice disappeared without warning.