The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 886: How many hands are left?
The children froze one after another, the noise stopped suddenly, time seemed to have frozen, and the world was left with only the white scorching sun and the boiling chirping of cicadas.

"Get down quickly!" was the first reaction. Everyone hurriedly returned to the ground along the temporary stairs.

He never forgot to remind: "Be careful!"

Soon, the children all got off the pile of bricks safely, and Da Fei lay on the ground, unconscious.

Everyone surrounded Da Fei, panicking for a moment.

No one really realized the seriousness of the matter. The children were most worried about getting into trouble themselves. They would be beaten and scolded when they got home. The youngest girl burst into tears when she thought of this.

"That's it! Don't be stunned! Think of a way!"

Someone suddenly shouted, and for a moment, everyone looked at it.

The children pinned their hopes on the smartest girl in the compound.

She was so panicked that she tried to calm down and began to search for all the knowledge she had read in books to try to solve the difficulties at hand.

Finally, she imitated the tone of an adult and made a decision: "You two, go call someone for help!"

"Okay!" The two little boys ran away.

"Let's help Da Fei stop the bleeding. He has a head injury. Cover his wound!"

"Yes!" The two little girls squatted down, struggled to turn Da Fei over, and then helped him up.

"Go find something to shade him from the sun. Don't let him suffer from heatstroke!" he continued.

"it is good!"

A little boy ran away and soon found a piece of waste cardboard and raised it above his head to help Da Fei block the scorching sun.

Liaoye squatted next to Da Fei and reached out to cover the back of his head, which was bleeding profusely.

The blood stained the black hair and overflowed between the fingers. It was sticky and warm, but the blood gradually became less.

My heart was beating wildly, and I don't know how long it took before it slowly calmed down.

She was no longer so scared and panicked, and she was even a little proud in her heart: Great, there is no more bleeding, Da Fei will be fine, I am so powerful, I am Da Fei's savior.When the time comes, my uncles and aunts will definitely come to thank me. In the yard, the children will admire me even more and will take me with them wherever they play in the future...

Da Fei died.

He suffered multiple fractures and severe injuries to the back of his head.

To make matters worse, in order to "save" Da Fei, the children moved his body and touched his head again, causing secondary injuries.

Doctors are not sure whether Da Fei would have survived if there had been no secondary injury. What is certain is that if there had been no secondary injury, Da Fei would have been more likely to survive.

The tragedy happened just like that, and a fresh and immature life was forever fixed in that hot afternoon.

——"It's weird, she insisted that it was an alien spaceship!"

——"Yes! She told us to climb up! I didn't want to go up at all. I said it was dangerous, but she didn't listen!"

——"That's right. They asked us to stop Da Fei's bleeding, so we touched Da Fei's head!"

——"Is this your prodigy? He's so smart! He killed my son!"

——"I think she is just bad. She is too stupid to study. No one wants to play with her. She is jealous of my big brother's popularity. At such a young age, she never expected to have such a vicious heart!"

——"That's right! She never plays with Da Fei normally, but they got to play together today. But something happened to the child today. How could it be such a coincidence!"

——"He's still a little prodigy! I think he's a little devil! A bad boy!"

——"How do you still have the nerve to live! Can you sleep at night?"

——"Why don't you die!"

——"Go to death quickly!"

——"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

Do not!I am right!
I don't want to die!I won't do what you want.

I will live longer than all of you, and one day, I will visit all of your graves!I will wear black clothes and offer white flowers. I will smile with relief at your tombstones. I will tell you loudly: I don’t hate you or anyone else. I have lived a happy, fulfilling and happy life. .

"It's over!"

"Okay, are you listening?"

She slowly raised her head, her face pale but firm. She stared at Gao Yang behind the gray barrier through a few messy hairs. Her eyes were no longer confused, only determined and cold.

——So what about the divine heir, and what about the cursed abyss?

——The field of adjudication is nothing!

--I control my own life!

……

……

At the same time, Qingyang Bridge.

Three-quarters of the bridge collapsed, leaving only countless bridge pillars standing on the river, like the backbone of a water beast that had been dead in the river for thousands of years.

The remaining section of the bridge in the middle of the river has turned into a rectangular island, with smoke and fire spreading everywhere. There are traces of destruction everywhere: cracks, cement fragments, and elemental residues - of which the light element is the most abundant.

However, there is a small round piece of pure land in the middle. Because of the defense of mind, it is protected from the bombardment of light elements. Most of the remaining members of the Haichuan Regiment stay in it.

Qilin in the crowd had a slender scarlet bone spur pierced into his chest. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his face was expressionless, with no pain, no shock, and no fear.

Two seconds later, Qilin slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Zikai and Zhang Wei who were still in the air. His green eyes were dull and rigid, as if they were lifeless.

"Not right."

The frowning Wang Zikai said these three words.

Zhang Wei was taken aback and had a premonition that something was wrong: "What's going on!"

"This person is not Qilin." Wang Zikai carried Zhang Wei on his back and began to fall toward the river. He retracted the bone spurs with a "pop" sound.

The "red laser" that pierced Qilin's chest disappeared almost instantly.

Wang Zikai's bone spurs are a very important part of his body. Not only are they indestructible and able to cut through iron like mud, they are also extremely sensitive and can be called a "dog nose".

The moment Wang Zikai's bone spurs penetrated Qilin's body, he realized that the energy path in his body was not that of a living strong man, but more like an exquisite imitation without the breath of life.

Although Zhang Wei didn't know how Wang Zikai made the judgment, he immediately reported the truth to the commanding officer.

[Zhang Wei: He is not Qilin! 】

[Jiuhan: Mission failed!Everyone!Retreat immediately! 】

At the same time, the "Qilin" on the bridge stretched out his right hand to pinch his face, dug his fingers deeply into his skin, pulled hard, and tore off a human skin mask.

Under the mask was a pale, cold face of a middle-aged man, a lost beast that had long since died.

At this time, Xiao Xin, who had been standing behind "Qilin", stretched out his hand and tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his true face - he was Qilin!

Qilin never completely trusts anyone except himself, which naturally includes Mr. Li.

He had already considered that Li's [Prophet] was not omnipotent, and when a melee broke out, she might not have time to take care of every danger.

So he left himself several hands, and the "substitute" was just one of them.

This move was inspired by Xuanwu. It has to be said that this is the correct way to use [Puppet Master], letting the avatar stand in front of the scene and the real body behind the scenes.

Qilin looked at Wang Zikai and Zhang Wei who had fallen into the river again, and smiled coldly.

——For you, the battle is coming to an end.

——For me, the battle has just begun.

(End of this chapter)