The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 1488
I found two paths. The first path was a narrow and long tube, which was naturally very smelly, which reminded me of the large intestine in the human body.

The other road is the road I think it is. It is only covered by a layer of film. Standing behind this film and sensing outwards, it seems that you can feel the cool and fresh breath.

That's the smell of the air!
The smell of air is so yearning for me at this moment. People who breathe air every day may not feel that kind of desire, but for a person who is suffocated, that kind of desire is no different from the desire for life. !
Standing at the only fork in the road, I rushed towards the film almost without thinking.

And after I rushed to that layer of membrane, the swarm of dirty things behind me got in along the stinky pipe.

Although ghosts don't sweat, I still couldn't help but wipe my forehead, Nima, that's really a large intestine, it almost turned into excrement!
But even if it doesn't become excrement, if I don't flush out of this film, sooner or later I will be crushed by the stomach of this grieving mother, and my ghost energy will be consumed by those sour liquids. Then become a part of the body of this complaining mother.

In this way, breaking through this barrier has almost become a path I must take.

So I rushed down to the film without hesitation.

Well, the result was that I hit my head on the soft air cushion and was bounced back. Not only did I not get out, but I was also almost bounced into the filth that flowed into the smelly pipe.

What's more, with my collision, my whole soul became wobbly.

It's like making a Ferris wheel by yourself, spinning in the air.

It's not as good as the Ferris wheel. The Ferris wheel at least rotates regularly. I'm just running around, no different from a ball being thrown into a room surrounded by elastic walls.

The surroundings stopped turning all the time, and I finally managed to control my soul, so I let out a long breath, and what I inhaled was naturally dirty and smelly.

There's no way, it's good to breathe, it's better than not being able to breathe, ghosts also need air.

One try, let me know that it seems unrealistic to force it. In case of any force, I will toss myself into it.

I walked cautiously to this layer of film, wanting to use my inspiration to check it out, but found that my own inspiration was also bound, wandering around in this small place.

I stretched out my hand and scratched the film with my finger, and there was an extremely fine mark, and then the mark disappeared, and the film returned to its original appearance.

Immediately I was determined, I am not afraid if there are traces, but I am afraid that there are no flaws.

The dark sword appeared in my hand, and I stabbed hard at the film.

'laugh'

The dark sword really stuck into that membrane.

However, the piercing was pierced in, and the film seemed to be far less thin than imagined. When the dark sword pierced it, it was like poking into thick pigskin, and it couldn't get out.

Then I enjoyed the pleasure of various bumps again.

This time it's not a Ferris wheel, but a bumper car, or the kind that hangs on the tail of the car.

After a violent bump and bump, the complaining mother finally calmed down, and I also got a chance to breathe. The ghost energy in my whole soul was greatly weakened, and I felt quite weak.

No matter what, I saw the hope of going out, and I was excited about this matter, and a basin of cold water was poured on my head, which made my heart feel cold.

Because when I pulled out the dark sword, I saw that layer of film was quickly glued together again, and then—it was back to its original state.

What the hell!

At this moment, I was extremely frantic in my heart. I reached out to touch the film and found that there were indeed traces of the dark sword piercing it, but the recovery ability is too strong, right?
This is how to do?
I waved my hand violently, and the dark sword came from the bottom to the top, and directly came up with a gesture of ripping open the belly and setting fire to the sky.

Then I saw a wound break open from the bottom of the film, and a gust of cold air rushed towards my face.

But after that chill, there were wounds and scars that closed quickly, leaving me no time to rush out at all!
Then there was another earth-shattering, another fascination, and another dizziness.

This bump was worse than motion sickness, and more severe than the previous bumps. Accompanied by the bumps, there was a faint cry of pain that came into my ears.

Of course, I couldn't hear what I was shouting, because I was about to vomit at this time. If it wasn't for the ghost, I should have vomited all my bile.

I don't know how long the turbulence lasted, anyway, the painful time was very long. When the turbulence gradually subsided, I got up again and staggered to the front of the film.

Although the turbulence just now was severe, I have already found a way to get out. Since the cool wind can get in at the moment when the dark sword breaks through the film, I can get out at that moment too!
It would be great if I had a Sunda Wind Talisman, but I am in the body of a ghost right now, without the Sunda Wind Talisman, I have to fight with my hands.

The Wind Control Curse is a spell that can speed up people's speed. When drawing the Xun Feng Talisman, the magic spells that need to be cast are the Wind Control Curse and the Flying Curse. After thinking about it, I still think of using the Wind Control Curse.

I am a ghost myself, coupled with the speed of the Wind Control Curse, I think it will not be much worse than the wind speed, right?

Everything was ready, I began to pinch my hand, and the Yufeng Curse started, and I suddenly felt that my soul was much lighter.

He raised the dark sword high, gestured at the film, and then quickly swiped down.

This sword is more powerful than the one just now, and the wound is longer. I didn't dare to try to feel the cool wind, because I was afraid that the wound would heal when the cool wind came in, and I wouldn't be able to get out. up.

So the moment the dark sword cut through the membrane, the whole ghost rushed out along the trace of the dark sword.

A gust of cool wind rushed in from outside my arms, and I felt that my soul had become a gust of wind, rushing forward rapidly.

The wind outside is also rushing in quickly, between me and the wind, we are racing against time in the gap that appears.

At that moment, I thought of a very weird sentence, those years, the boy who chased the wind.

I really admire myself for having such funny ideas in this crisis, but the optimism in crisis has always brought me good luck.

So, I felt more, fresher air, and a sense of freedom.

I'm finally out, free, and that's great.

However, the moment I felt freedom, I heard a more funny voice: "Look, my mother has given birth to a child!"

(End of this chapter)