Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 100 Bloody Battle
As the fingers sank into the bloody eye sockets of the wolf's head, the barely controlled Gray Wolf trembled like crazy almost immediately, and even Zhou Hui's muscles tensed up. With force, one hand was desperately pressing down on the spear, the other hand was pressing on the wolf's head, and his fingers were inserted into the two bloody blood holes.

The wolf's paw kept rushing forward, and Zhou Hui felt a sudden pain in his thigh, but he didn't have time to care about it, because his dangling gaze was always controlled by the crazy gray wolf, and he didn't shift it for a moment.

Watching his thumb and index finger disappear into the blood-colored eye sockets, feeling the slight heat and slippery sensation from his fingers in places invisible to his vision, Zhou Hui's right eye couldn't help beating, and he felt the cold fear gradually creeping from his back Climbing to the top of the head, even the fine hairs that passed through the skin with fear stood up and stiffened one by one.

At this moment, Zhou Hui felt creepy all over his body!
Thumb and index finger exerted force at the same time, and the corners of his eyes trembled. Zhou Hui felt with fear and horror that his index finger seemed to touch a round, slippery thing in the warm blood.

Is that the half-shattered eyeball that was pressed into the eye socket by him?
The gray wolf rushed forward crazily. At this moment, it seemed that it didn't even care about the wooden grass running through its body. The scene in front of it was extremely bloody and realistic. Facing the danger and blood, Zhou Hui felt that Peng Peng's beating heart was about to be twisted. At the same time, even the pressure and twisting can hardly bear it.

With a trembling body, his heart was flat, and the fingers of his left hand suddenly exerted force. No matter what wet, slippery, solid and soft liquid came into contact, he pinched it down, pinched it down!
A few seconds later, he suddenly pulled out his blood-red finger, brought out the blood, and grabbed it back on the wood grass, avoiding the situation where one arm was almost unable to support it.

Then, yell loudly!
The muscles in both arms were agitated, his face was red to purple, and veins appeared on his arms. Zhou Hui clenched his teeth, and he forcefully supported the wood grass, lifted the wolf off the ground, and lifted it up little by little. mid-air!
Zhou Hui couldn't see the picture of the gray wolf being lifted up, because just barely lifting the wolf up used up all the strength in his body, and he didn't even have the ability to raise his head. He could only feel that three seconds later, The heavy object above sank suddenly, and the weight immediately fell on him, and then he let out a muffled sound——

——Bright red flowed, dyeing his sight red from above.

All the strength in the body has been taken out, and the strength that continues to emerge from the bones can no longer support this situation. Without the continuous blessing of physical strength, the heavy object lifted above the head mercilessly fell to the other side.

The gray wolf fell on the green grass with the stick in the red mouth.

As soon as he fell down, the flowing blood immediately dyed the surrounding grass red, and the red was still eroding and could touch more green.

Gray Wolf didn't know whether he was dead or alive, he only saw his body twitching continuously.

Around the body, the roots of the green grass were connected and spread with bright red.

This makes it easy for people who look at the green grass to think that the land is stained red by blood, and the roots of the grass are also stained red by blood. If this continues, maybe the whole grass will turn red,
Eventually the meadow turned red.

Looking at the ground where the roots were red and the grass was still green, Zhou Hui panted heavily, his weakness protruding from his bones, and then eroded the bones in turn, and sweat protruded from his forehead.

Glancing at the wild wolf whose body was still twitching, he turned around his slightly weak body, picked up the red bone spur he had thrown away before, and returned to the gray wolf, not knowing whether it was the body or the corpse, his eyes were flustered, but without any hesitation, he could even say Wei Wei calmly stabbed towards its neck.

The red bone spurs got stuck in the yellow-gray hair on the neck, and when they were brought out, the hairs were also dyed red one by one by the blood. They stabbed in again, pulled out again, stabbed in again, pulled out again, and the blood spattered...

Until even the trembling of Gray Wolf's body disappeared.

Zhou Hui stopped what he was doing tremblingly, and looked at the gray wolf's corpse lying quietly in the middle of the red-stained grass, as if it had never lived from the very beginning, as if it had been alive since the very beginning. I have been lying in this woods, lying on this grass in the woods, lying quietly.

The blood was still warm.

After being in a daze for an unknown amount of time, the confusion in Zhou Hui's eyes was gradually replaced by sobriety. As if he had come to his senses, he lowered his head in a stalemate, and saw the blood on one side of his left hand, and the red bone spurs on his right hand were also stained with blood.

No, not just his hands, he noticed that his eyes were also a little red, and then he saw a lot of red blood splashed on the collar and clothes. He raised his stiff right hand, a little confused, and touched his head with the back of the hand with the least blood. And hair.

When he put it down again, he saw that the back of his hand, which was originally white and yellow, had also turned into a blood red, stained with blood, flowing down his arm.

Zhou Hui covered his bloody head with his bloody right hand, and then he recalled a little what happened just now. He sat down on the ground, looking at the gray wolf corpse with the wooden grass still stuck in his mouth with a little disintegration in his eyes.

Only then did he see clearly, slowly thinking about some details that he hadn't noticed during the battle just now:
The gray wolf said it was gray, but in fact its fur was not all gray, there were dark yellow hairs mixed in with the gray, and the wolf just now attacked itself independently and actively, and there was no one in such a long time after the attack. A pack of wolves came to support them. If it was a pack of wolves, the other wild wolves should be not far away.

There are packs of wolves on the grassland, if there is a wolf in the forest, it is probably a single wolf, but this is on an island, but there are woods and even forests on the island, so this is probably a lone wolf, but this is not ruled out. Sekiro feels that he, a human being, is easy to deal with, so he wants to deal with the situation himself first.

Of course, if there were really a pack of wolves, I would probably be a corpse by now...

His head gradually became clear, but Zhou Hui's eyes were once again filled with bewilderment, but this kind of bewilderment was slightly different from before, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, a drop of blood flowed down the front hair on his forehead, covering his vision in bright red. Zhou Hui quickly closed his eyes and tried to wipe the blood off his face with his right hand, only to realize that his right hand was also full of blood, so Dab it on your face with your left arm.

So the cloth on the arm was covered with warm blood.

Looking at the tragic situation in this place, seeing the blood red all over his body, Zhou Hui suddenly laughed at himself, then opened his mouth in confusion, and slandered himself:
"When did I become so cruel..."

Cruelty is naturally subconscious and self-deprecating, because if he doesn't stab the gray wolf to death, the gray wolf will kill himself. It is impossible for him to do things that only exist in stories, such as cutting meat to feed eagles and feeding tigers with his body, so he feels It is better to let this gray wolf contribute his life.

Zhou Hui stood up slowly, and suddenly felt a burning pain in his thigh. He sat down again, checked carefully, and found that his thigh was injured at some point, and several holes were torn on his trousers. , he just noticed.

But fortunately, he found that the skin under the torn fabric, that is, the degree of blood and flesh where the leg touched the sharp stone, did not bleed much, probably because the wolf's forelegs did not reach his own at that time. reason.

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