Super Trick or Treat System

Yes, they are men. He admitted this when he walked without resistance between the two giants. Another person walked in front of them, illuminating the road with the green light of a flamethrower on the molten rock. These people are different types of people. Evolution, making strange changes underground, turning them into half-beasts, digging in the dark, rats!

They are passing through a long descending tunnel. The cross aisle is pitch black. The leader leaped against the wall of the dome in front of them.

Li Huai no longer noticed their movements. Remember what's the use? He can never escape, never get back in his footsteps.

Considering Smith's thoughts, he tried to arouse faint hope. Of course, Smith has seen him and seen the red mole. He has gone-he must have gone! He will seek help.

However, at that time he groaned inwardly. Smith will go for help, and then? He would be laughed at in any sheriff's office; if he persisted, he would be locked into a lunatic. Why does he insist—for this, why does he persist? Smith will not believe that Lee Bad is still alive for a minute.

The idea is over. The webbed hands wrapped tightly around his arms and pushed him forward into a large room. The green fire was extinguished. The last hot circle on the high wall shows only dark red. But before it disappeared, the outline of a huge cave was vaguely seen. He also saw that the walls were unglazed and unprocessed. They never melted.

Beneath the rough and broken sides, there are many debris piled around the room.

He quickly saw the details in the shadows. Then the darkness swallowed what he saw. The clinking metal tells me to close the door; a red line outlines it to show where it is quickly welded. He is a prisoner in a cell, and the walls of the cell are live rocks.

For a long time he stood still, and the heavy darkness oppressed his swimming feeling. He finally sank slowly to the floor. He is numb, his mind is blank, and he stares at the black void that pervades him. In almost coma, he could not measure or calculate the number of hours passed.

Then he was impatient. His thoughts suddenly surfaced, which was unbelievable for any sane mind, and it made him crazy. He forced himself to proceed with caution.

On the floor, he saw polished gold, faintly shining as he entered. There is a thick yellow vein on the rock. The floor in that place was rough under his feet, as if molten iron had been spilled.

When he thought of the gravel pile, his hand fumbled in front of him. Then he stumbled on his foot and found one of them, and he turned and moved to the side. He remembered seeing the dim shape there, forming a straight diagonal line. His search hand touched the object and prevented him from entering it.

The helplessness that drove him was only increased by his blindness and mistakes. He told himself that he must wait.

He stopped silently and stopped on the object blocking his advancement until he suddenly breathed into his throat with suffocation. Some emotion that choked him was almost unbearable.

He moved his hands slowly. He walked step by step around the smooth cylinder, so hard and so cold. Then, he hurriedly let his hand follow the slanted thing until the top of a circle, to a heavy ring and a shackle tied to the end of the cable, thin and tight. And, when his hands were frantically exploring it, the metal moved!

As he slid his hand, he grasped the rounded corners tightly. It was a loader, part of his own equipment. The slender cable went straight to the world he knew. And Smith is there-Smith is lifting it!

He grabbed the tank desperately. The hole at this depth has been reduced to eight inches; the client installed it loosely. Madly cursing the narrow space that would allow this inanimate object to return, but would block him, while his arm was wrapped around the cold surface of a metal messenger from another world.

It rises, then settles down. This time it fell noisily to the ground. Suddenly, the ring on the swollen finger of the left hand tore open.

It's finally free. The cable was tight again and it was in his hand. Without a doubt, he worked quickly in the dark to plug the ring with the hook on the top of the restraint. Then, the spin hammer rises, clanging loudly when it enters the broken hole in the rock above, and then scraping loudly on the side. The voice rose to a harsh scream, and gradually became faint, until it gradually disappeared into silence.

But Dean Lee Wah stood motionless in the darkness of the buried basement, boldly letting himself think and feel again because he looked up blindly.

There, Smith was waiting. The smithy will know. As Smith fights from outside, he Li Huai put down a piece of scrap underneath... When his hand was on the gun, he almost smiled happily.

despair? Of course, this is desperate. Never used a real joke-he had no chance to appear pink rabbits.

But when the outline of the metal door turned cherry red, he still smiled at the dark roof. They came to him! He is ready for everything in the future.

The metal plate that sealed him in that tomb suddenly crashed. In addition, the corridors are also full of red figures. Dozens of flamethrower nozzles above their heads spit out green flames. When they squeezed into the room, they suddenly fell into uncontrollable terror.

The stevedore's familiar feeling of cold metal gave him a brief sense of the whole of his world. Now, under the dazzling green flames, such terrifying, demonic characters poured in, as if the frenzy of the **** area suddenly became reality.

Retreating to the broken rock wall, preparing for the final battle, until he realized that the evil black eyes in the terrifying white skin and dark circles were more out of curiosity than active hatred.

They surrounded him in a half circle-a red body wall, with the red pointed head raised forward, and they whistled intermittently and excitedly filled with noisy noise. Then, one of them pointed to the open shaft that Li Huai had drilled, which was a shaft for loading and unloading tools. Their voices were strangely discordant again, long arms waving, red, slender fingers pointing.

Just a moment, then one of them gave the order. Two of the red figures came to Li Huai who he was waiting for. They are not armed. They signaled that he wanted to go with them. Dean shrugged helplessly and told them to hug him on each side, hug him tightly, and walk quickly through the open door. The other two continued to advance, green flames from their weapons spraying through the tunnel.

At first, the system connecting the tunnels seemed to be the vents and vents of previous volcanic activity. However, sometimes they will put aside the more obvious conventional arrangements of artificial arrangements. Their air is pure, although it smells unrecognizable. Through some passages, it blew gently with uncomfortable warmth.

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