Chapter 14: Dust Oil Bottle ()

The boy coughed, "Comrades, I'm implicating you. It seems that we are going to see Marx. I'm really not afraid of anything, but I didn't expect to die like this."

He was wearing a black mouse suit, so he couldn't see his figure in the dark. I took a closer look and found that he was indeed a white and fat person. Even if he was not as fat as such a fat person, he could be a gold thief.

Pan Zi cursed, "Fatty, where the hell did you come out? I really want to kill you!"

I saw that the fire pie was almost out of reach and almost cried, and said, "You guys think of a solution, otherwise no matter who smokes, they will be bugs to take advantage of it!"

Pan Zi looked around, handed the short gun to the fat man, and handed me the fire note, saying, "Originally, we can still hold on for a while after burning the clothes, but the fire note is too small, and we may have hung it before it was lit. I count to three, and I will attract these bugs. You will run to the base of the wall and climb up as a personal ladder. There must be enough time. I move quickly. When you go up, I will run over again. Time cannot be delayed for a moment!"

Before I could refuse, Pan Zi jumped violently and jumped into the pile of corpses. Immediately, the corpses surged up like a tide, and there was indeed a way in front of us. I screamed and wanted to save him, but the fat man grabbed me and said, "Go up!"

He forced me to run a few steps. As soon as I held it, I took advantage of the opportunity to climb up, and then reached out to pull him up.

When I looked down, Pan Zi was covered in corpses, rolling on the ground in pain. I almost cried. The fat man shouted, "Get up quickly, just a few steps! Quick!" But Pan Zi could not get up anymore. There were corpses in his mouth. He wanted to stand up several times, but they were thrown to the ground. I really didn't expect these insects to be so aggressive. Pan Zi curled up and looked at us screaming on it. He shook his head in distress.

Finally, his face was covered with corpse. I saw him reach out and make a gun gesture. His hands were covered with wounds. I knew he wanted us to beat him to death.

The fat man couldn't bear to look on, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Brother, I've offended you!"

At this moment, suddenly there was another machine sound from the top, and another person jumped down from above. Note that this person jumped down, not from falling down, so he fell down very steadily, but the weight of landing was very heavy. He bowed to cushion, supported the ground with one hand, and exhaled. The corpses were stunned at first, and suddenly they bumped around like crazy, trying desperately to stay away from this person. The big bugs that were originally rushing over like a tide also retreated like a tide and disappeared deep into several hook holes on the wall.

I looked carefully and couldn't help but feel happy. Isn't this man just the oil bottle? The fat man also screamed in surprise: "Oh my God, this guy is not dead!". However, when I looked at him, I felt something was wrong. He saw that his upper clothes were all broken, and his body was covered with blood. It seemed that he had suffered serious injuries. The oil bottle caught Pan Zi on the ground, and hurriedly went up to carry him on his back. When we saw that it was saved, we quickly reached out and grabbed Pan Zi and pulled them up.

This is really a situation where the vast ocean turns into mulberry fields, and the desperate situation is alive. Just now, it is still a situation where there is no life. Now it is a sudden reversal. We hurriedly wanted to check Pan Zi's injuries, but the Duo Oil Bottle waved his hand and said, "Go away, it's chasing you."

Although I had not understood what he said, the fat man had already jumped up and seemed to be very empathetic. He carried Pan Zi on his back. I picked up Pan Zi's mine lamp and opened the way in front, and the four of them ran directly into the depths of the stone path.

I don’t know how long I ran, but I couldn’t tell how many bays I had turned. Mont Oil Bottle grabbed the fat man and said, “Okay, the stone path here is weird, it shouldn’t be able to catch up in a short time.” We stopped and found that we were sweating profusely. I hurriedly asked what they were talking about. Mont Oil Bottle sighed, but did not answer me, and directly placed Pan Zi flat on the ground. When I thought about it, the most important thing now is to see how Pan Zi was injured.

Pan Zi was really seriously injured this time, almost all over his body. If he was wrapped with a bandage, even if he had enough bandages, he would turn into a mummy. I looked at it, and fortunately, most of the wounds were not deep, but there were several places on his neck and abdomen that could be almost fatal. It seemed that these bugs were very good at attacking soft places. I remembered the corpse that I had touched my hand before, which was the most bitten on the abdomen.

Menyouping pressed his abdomen with his hand, pulled out the black gold ancient knife around his waist, and said, "Help me hold him down."

I was shocked, had an unknown premonition, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

He stared at Pan Zi's belly, like a butcher looking at his victim. He used his two strangely long fingers to scratch near his wound, and said to me, "One of them got into his stomach."

"No," I looked at him suspiciously, and then looked at the fat man. The fat man had already pressed Pan Zi's feet: "From your performance, I believe he has a little more."

I had to hold Pan Zi's hand, and Monogyuzi picked up the hole in his stomach with a knife, then inserted his fingers into his wound at a lightning speed, and slid it out, and pulled it out. These movements were already very fast, but Pan Zi still arched his whole body in pain. He was extremely strong and I could hardly hold him down.

"This one suffocated to death in his stomach." The mud oil bottle threw the worm corpse: "The wound is too deep. If it is not disinfected, it may be infected, which is very troublesome."

The fat man took out the glorious bullet from the gun and said, "Why do we learn from the advanced experience of the American people and use this glorious bullet where it really needs it, we twist the bullet off and burn his wounds with gunpowder?"

Pan Zi grabbed the fat man's foot and gritted his teeth in pain and cursed: "I'm not being shot! You fucking...what I want me to burn my intestines?" He took out a bundle of bandages from his pants pocket, and there was blood on it. It seemed that the wound on his head was removed, and said: "Fortunately it didn't fall off. Tie it up first and tie it tightly. This injury is nothing!"

The fat man said, "I'm not very popular in personal heroism these days. Comrade, I've seen your intestines, so don't hold on." After that, he was about to take action. Men Youping and I hurriedly stopped him. I said, "Don't do anything randomly, the bullet will burn his internal organs. Let's wrap it up first."

The fat man thought it was right. We rushed to help Pan Zi get his wounds, and then tore up a few quick cloths on my clothes, and wrapped them in another layer outside. Pan Zi was so painful that he almost fainted. I saw him leaning against the wall and breathing, and I couldn't help but feel very moved. If I hadn't removed the fire stick, he might not have been like this.

At this time, I remembered something and asked the fat man: "By the way, who the hell are you?"
Chapter completed!