Anjie stepped back, but did not notice that his back had been stuck to the wall. This situation is unavoidable. So this story tells us that if we do too many immoral things, there will be retribution. Even in the face of a monster that hinders the appearance of the city, we'd better not forget the humanitarian spirit. Anjie watched the monster's legs and claws swing, but he didn't move. Mo Cong almost stopped breathing. Then, Anjie's body slightly deviated to the side, just let the monster's leg blade, the time and angle were impeccable.

However, uncle an obviously overestimated his physical strength, and moved a little slower. His left sleeve was nailed to the wall by the monster's claw, tearing it off, revealing a large skin on his shoulder. The color of his skin was unhealthy and pale. He looked a little skinny. There was a very light and complicated light cyan tattoo, which was wrapped around him like a tattoo.

Mo Cong faintly felt that it was not a good thing. If he looked at it more, his heart would cool. He forced himself to turn his head. Now is not the time to be distracted. Only low ground scolds A: "go back to calculate accounts with you." At the same time, the movements of hands and feet don't stop. In fact, it's not as easy to do rock climbing on the monster as it seems. However, the monster brother makes Anjie so angry that he uses too much force. His paws sink into the wall and can't be pulled out for a while. In the stalemate, it gives the young people a good chance.

The monster howled, and the debris on the wall fell down. By this time, Mo Cong had climbed to the position of the monster closest to the East beam. Anjie got into the corner, laughed and raised his gun.

"Cough! The rabbit bites when it's urgent. Can you have some virtue, anyin fox... "The drunk snake saw what this guy wanted to do, ran to a safer place with his head in his arms, and yelled. Before he finished, the bullet in the Anjie gun screamed out at the last moment, and the steady trajectory led directly to the tentacle of the monster, which had been ravaged by three bullets.

The monster roared away and pulled out a big hole in the thick wall. His front legs were raised high, as if they were several times bigger. Mo Cong felt that his position had risen by two meters in vain. He jumped up without hesitation, climbed up the old and mottled beam with his hands, and hung himself up with his arms.

"Beautiful Looking at him turning up, Anjie took a breath, whistled gently, threw □, rolled up his sleeve and bent down slightly, which caused great pain to his chest and lungs. He knew what it meant. "Father" spoke very obscure, he said "you need to return the gift of time". So what's the way to return it?

More than ten years, besides life, what else can be paid for? He could feel the pain in his internal organs and even hear the sound of inch by inch rotting there. Perhaps the rest of the day is really not much, but this life, loved others, also loved, is worth it, life without regret, so no resentment of death.

The monster roars and rushes towards him. Fifteen seems to be shouting something. The smile on Anjie's face is more and more obvious - see how long I can delay you stupid big bug!

The drunk snake widened his eyes: "Damn, anyin fox, you should be a cucurbit baby. Get out of my way, get out of my way!"

Tens of thousands of legs, like the blade of a knife, flashed coldly at him. Anjie suddenly lowered himself and just made a dead corner between those legs and the wall. The speed of discarding his clothes was amazing. Only in this way, it broke 7788. Anjie reached out and grabbed one of the legs of the monster trapped in the wall, and quickly jumped up before it pulled out. The monster was so angry that he hit him with his tentacles. Anjie raised his body and fell back. A beautiful back somersault grabbed the monster's other leg and turned to the ground. He staggered a few steps. The palm of his hand was full of blood and flowed down his arm to his sleeve.

The monster's tentacles immediately lost their target and wrapped around its own legs. At that time, they were cut in half, and the stinking blood flowed all over the ground.

Fifteen not far away to see dumbfounded: "the original desperate highest level is not to take their own when the people..."

"This son of a bitch is mad again. I have to drag him out quickly." The drunk snake breathlessly points at Anjie, but the monster's dancing tentacles and legs are just like a hard wall, which completely separates Anjie from them.

Anjie kicked off a section of tentacles that fell to him with his feet: "Tut, this is the defect of long hands and long feet. With so many tentacles, aren't you afraid of bowing?"

The monster seems to be calmer under the pain. While watching the drunken snake and fifteen, he stares at Anjie firmly. Then he doesn't use his dangerous legs any more. All his tentacles, like countless Tianma meteor fists, smash at Anjie head and face. There are many big holes on the wall.

Anjie jumps faster than the rabbit, jumping up and down, making the monster dizzy, so the attack becomes more and more crazy. All of a sudden, Anjie's body stagnated, and his chest was filled with severe pain, which was more severe than any other time. He was almost black in front of his eyes, tripped by the tentacle that the monster had rubbed against the ground, and fell on the corner of the wall. He clung to the rags on his chest, trying to gather strength as soon as possible.

The drunk snake watched as Anjie suddenly stopped. Then the monster's tentacle, which could flatten anyone's head in the face, rushed at him, gaping and yelling: "drink fox!"

Have already arrived here, immediately... Drink fox, can't you insist on again?! Hold on a little longer!

Suddenly, intense white light burst out of the roof, as if it could blind people. Drunk snake and fifteen looked up, their pupils narrowed sharply, and they could hardly see anything. Then in the middle of the white light, a figure jumped down from a high place.

Mo Cong was holding a knife at least three or four meters long in his hand. The blade made of unknown material seemed to be alive. In the extremely bright light, it condensed the deepest intention of killing. The young man had to use his hands to lift it. Then he used this condescending jump to chop the strange object.

The monster, which is hard enough to be broken by a machine gun, is like a piece of tofu under the blade. The sound of fragmentation starts, and then the huge body and iron bone and flesh are split in two. The scream makes people's hearing poisoned again. People present even feel that their ears have just gone through a nearby explosion. They can't hear anything.

Mo Cong fell to the ground. He could not hold his magic sword any longer. He stepped back two steps. Then the mountain like monsters in front of him split on both sides and collapsed. The original cracks on the ground opened to the outside of the hall. The murals peeled off. The above grotesque and monsters were all damaged with such a collision.

The white light forced Anjie on one side to retreat four or five steps. He felt that something in his blood vessels seemed to be burned by the light. The boiling blood vessels flowed through his whole body, and every inch of his nerves were crying with unbearable pain.

I don't know how long it took for the light to dim down. The sword, which came out of its sheath once in a lifetime, recovered its dim gray, and then split into two. The drunk snake looked blankly. Not far away from him, everyone suddenly had an impulse to cry.

The burning pain gradually receded, and Anjie gasped for breath, as if all the water in his body had been evaporated. Then he felt that he was held up by a person, and his arm was strangling him. He wanted to take a pat on the person's back to express his comfort that he was not used to saying, but he was surprised to find that he did not even have the strength to lift his hand, She was as soft as Lanzhou ramen.

He suddenly realized that he was not completely afraid of it. He could give up his life and forget his death when the great danger was approaching, and make the quickest reaction at any time. However, after that, he would be just as common as ordinary people, thinking of the moment just passing by with the dark death, and he would have the same fear of collapse.

Because he thought, in someone's heart, there is a shadow of his own. Maybe death is nothing to be afraid of, but he is afraid that the shadow will fade with time one day, and finally disappear. Then no one remembers anyihu, no one remembers Anjie

The drunk snake sighed and looked back: "can you still stand up?"

Fifteen shrugs: "let me pour my breath."

"Pour gas is to die soon of meaning, silly foreign devil." The drunken snake curled his mouth and stretched out a hand to him. "Go and ask for the life of that dead old man."

Fifteen laughed, took his hand and propped himself up. The drunk snake roared in the direction of Anjie and Mo Cong: "it's stuck, hey!"

Anjie just saved enough strength to push Mo away and rolled his eyes: "your uncle." The drunk snake grinned.

Then, four people's eyes at the same time focused on the small door, fifteen stood firm, stepped forward a few steps, "wandering" kicked open the door, turned back and grinned: "finished, kick a door all leg pain, after going out will not be so disabled?"

Drunk snake hugged him on the shoulder. The two former enemies who could move their swords and guns after meeting each other were as good as their own brothers at this time.

However, they soon froze. The man in white sat quietly on the ground with a lighter in his hand. The ground around him was wet, and the pungent smell of gasoline came out. The drunk snake's face changed: "you..."

The man in white looked at him and said with a smile, "I know why you came here, but I won't give it to you."

"Don't you want to live?" Looking at the oil on the ground, Anjie suddenly remembered those insects who were afraid of fire, and why Li used fire to deal with the people in front of him. He realized that the monsters who could not be killed in any way were most afraid of fire. "Father, you..." then he got stuck in his throat. What else could he do? He looked at the familiar and strange man in front of him, and suddenly felt that in any case, this man could not live. Even if he did not end himself in this way, could he be allowed to return to the world?

"Ah, yes, you will recognize me." The man in white laughed. He suddenly lit the lighter on his hand. The little flame jumped up and burned everyone's nerves. "I'm very happy, very happy."

Drunk snake urgent: "wait, you don't care about drinking fox?"? Are you going to watch him die? You're not... "

The man in white smiles gently. Then he lowers his voice and looks at the drunk snake like a child in a prank: "drink fox... It turns out that you came here to drink fox. He accidentally touched the holy water because of your calculation, so do you feel ashamed of him? Drunk snake - then you'll be ashamed for the rest of your life. " His hand suddenly released, the lighter "pattered" down, and the flames immediately surrounded him, flying high, isolating the whole man in white from their sight.

"No..." the drunk snake wants to rush up and is held down by Anjie.

A sharp smile came from the fire: "if you don't give me the drink fox, no one will get him... Ha ha... No one will! Ah -- "

Laughter soon turned into a scream, God or people, all turned into fly ash here.

Drunk snake knelt on the ground dejectedly, holding Anjie's hand: "I thought I could find a way to make you recover from the ancient city. I thought... Drink fox. At the beginning, I just wanted to break the root of this ghost place and let R. Li and their perverts die clean. I don't want to involve you. I don't want to..."

Anjie looked at him in silence for a while, and then laughed and patted the drunk snake on the shoulder: "OK, I'll save you from death, but you can't escape a living sin. In the future, I'll burn ten jin worth of money every year during the Qingming Festival. Otherwise, I'll go to your house every day and let you have nightmares, and you won't be able to rest day and night..."

Mo Cong suddenly hugged him from behind: "Anjie, don't talk. I want to smoke you as soon as you say it." At the end of his sentence, Anjie put down his eyes and patted the young man's arm gently. What he wanted to say was a sigh.

Fifteen also silent.

Tens of meters underground, language suddenly seems to have no meaning. There is no such thing as "nature". However, there is no more painful feeling than watching the man who wants to go away with him.

At this time, the ground trembled, startled, and then trembled more and more, the rumbling sound sounded in the hall, the whole hall seemed to collapse, the temperature rose sharply. The young blonde yelled, "get out of here, quick! The ground is going to crack! "

Anjie was very angry: "why does this moth appear every time I want to be sad? Withdraw

The small door which was closed by vibration was kicked open again by 15, and four people ran into the hall. The monster's body was sinking slowly, and the ground was collapsing at a very fast speed. Mars and red magma turned up, and the temperature rose to an unbearable height.

"Why is there magma under the ground?" With a strange cry, a stone slab under his feet suddenly split in two, and then the sparks almost burned his trousers. The burning sensation made it difficult to breathe, "is this going to steam us all?"

Another wave of tremor came. A few people could hardly stand and were almost overturned. There was nothing left on the ground. There were fires everywhere. Anjie shook for a moment, and the feeling of blood boiling came again. He opened his eyes wide, trying to see the way out through the increasingly blurred vision. Drunk snake picked him up, two people's weight concentrated in one point, the slate under his feet issued a crisp cracking sound.

"Stepping on the monster's body, it's a big thing. It can stay a little longer, quick!" The drunk snake took a look at the two men, pulled up the collar of fifteen, threw him on the monster's body, turned to Mo Cong and said, "you hold him first."

Before Mo Cong could speak, Anjie gasped to express his protest: "put me down, are you crazy? Hurry up! Do you want to trample this place down? "

Mo Cong didn't reply. He suddenly hugged Anjie and pressed him tightly. He just lifted Anjie up and tried to sneak attack. His hand was stuck between two people. The young man sneered: "can I make the same mistake again? Drunk snake, you go first. If you can't bear the weight of us here, it's life. "

The drunk snake didn't move. He took off his coat and stepped on the soles of his feet, temporarily blocking the heat from the burned soles of his shoes: "I'm here with you," he said with a wave of his hand, "go out, now hurry up and wait to meet us."

Fifteen hesitated for a moment, turned to look at the exit, clenched his teeth, fell on the monster's body, but shook his head.

Anjie opened his eyes wide and coughed low: "your grandfather's, are you both crazy? Get out of here. I want to be a copperplate. I still... "

Drunk snake gently pressed his shoulder: "drink fox, drink fox, listen to me."

"You can go out and talk about it..."

"Don't interrupt!" Drunk snake's speech speed is like saying doggerel, "you only read the last page of the ancient books, so you don't know that there is a record that" holy water "belongs to Yin, avoiding wind and fire. Water and fire are mutually restrained, so those sequined insects are afraid of fire. But I just remember, there is no saying that these immortal people are afraid of fire."

Anjie felt that her muscles were already twitching. She couldn't understand the meaning of the drunk snake without the divine melody. She murmured like a mosquito, but Mo suddenly opened her eyes wide: "so?"

"Why was he burned to death?" The drunken snake peels away the rags on Anjie's body, and the light green lines on his shoulders become thick bit by bit, as if he is leaning towards the body surface. "It's the demons in his body that are afraid of fire. Once he encounters high temperature, it's likely that they will separate from his body, which means that he has lost his ability to be immortal, so he will be burned to death! Drink fox, you bear it, let's gamble, believe me once. "

The stone slab under their feet split, and drunk snake and Mo Cong jumped to both sides. Mo Cong was staring at the clearer and clearer lines on Anjie's body, and he had a hard time. But at this time, a surprise smile appeared on his face: "Anjie, do you hear me?" He just sat down with his knees crossed and held Anjie's hand tightly. "Do you hear me? I'm here with you. Shh, don't be afraid. I'm here with you. "

Anjie reluctantly opened his eyes. His throat was so dry that he could not say anything. He squeezed out four words: "give me... Go..."

Mo Cong smiles, puts his palm on his forehead, bends down and kisses his nose and lips gently: "don't be afraid --" then he looks at the drunk Snake standing not far away. The man's clothes come off, revealing his strong upper body full of scars, and looks at them quietly. Mo Cong says, "go out with Shiwu, you don't need to..."

The drunk snake took a look at him and said in a low voice, "you don't have to say, I will be here to accompany him in the end. This is what I owe him..." he looked at Anjie gently, "this is my youngest brother."

Anjie jerked a little. He seemed to be suffering a lot, biting his teeth. But even so, there was still a slight pain in his throat. Don't rush your fingers into his hair, as if you can't feel the heat. He held this man in the background of the fire: "bear it again, bear it again..."

Fifteen glanced around and yelled at them: "the corpse of this thing is going to sink. It's going to collapse here!"

Anjie grabs Mo Cong and hugs him by the arm. The hoarse scream can't be restrained at last. It's like a thousand red knives stirring in his body. His fingers are pinched into Mo Cong's flesh. The young man gripes his teeth and holds back. Like a drunken snake, he stares at his green and black lines without blinking. Then, the green finally turned into pure black, seeping out from Anjie's skin bit by bit, falling to one side, suffused with dead gray and lifeless color.

The happy look on the drunk snake's face was obvious. Mo Cong held his breath: "OK, it's going to be OK, it's going to be no pain, Anjie, Anjie."

The gray black liquid finally seeped out, and the skin returned to its original color. Anjie loosened Mo Cong's hand, tilted his head to one side and softened his body. The drunk snake jumped up: "go! Let's go

They almost ran to the monster. It wasn't a legend that he had passed the oil pot and the sword mountain in hell. The monster's position was not far from the door. Fifteen immediately took Anjie from Mo Cong, and first the two exhausted people sent him out. Mo Cong and the drunken snake jumped over the monster. The drunken snake finally looked back, and the monster had completely sunk. Just now the white and holy hall had been filled with blood and fire. He suddenly understood that the monster must have touched something underground when it came out. So why did father release the monster?

Ten years of solitude waiting for a person, waiting for the end, in fact, he also prepared two ways for himself... Either immortal as God, or fall into hell.

It turns out that no one can endure such a monotonous and lonely life.

Even if it's a lunatic.

They are embarrassed to drill out from the dense tunnel. The vibration just now seems to loosen the ground. The hole where Anjie fell down seems to be opened, and the sunlight comes in.

They followed the light and climbed up without breathing - it was the only way out of hell.

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The fire burned for several days, and the whole ancient city was on fire, both on the ground and underground.

They found the original camp not far away. Fortunately, it was far away from the place where the earthquake happened, and a lot of supplies were still there. Unfortunately, the people who brought them couldn't take them back.

There are so many legends about the great desert, but this land is always so desolate.

Only the stars, only the wind.

Mo Cong packed Anjie and put it on the camel. He carefully fed him water. Although he had experienced the same considerations as purgatory, he finally recovered. Although he was still in a state of weakness, he occasionally woke up and looked at him, showing signs of recovery bit by bit.

He looked up at the sky, clear sky, clouds such as line.

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