Abyss Express

Foreword:

Genius will die, but his works are immortal.

——Salvador Dali

"Seems to be"

Oscar looked at DB dancing on the concrete floor not far away.

"I froze."

This music box is one of Salvador Dali's works. No matter whether it is a beast or a human being, all living beings with hearing will be controlled by it and start to dance wildly until they are exhausted.

"I can't stop." Xueming couldn't stretch out his hand, and his eyes moved left and right following the shaking head and neck, and it was difficult to lock on the bouncing music box.

Oscar: "I can't stop either."

The big wolf's tail swayed with the highland mountain wind, and he twisted his hips to the beat of the music.

From time to time they could see the trolls - their loose muscles and skinny limbs swinging with great force. When they stomped on the ground, they would leave very deep footprints on the ground, and DB would have a look on his face. A vicious expression of shame and anger.

This time, it followed its prey and waited for the opportunity, preparing to squat outside the room. It waited until Xueming and Oscar fell asleep from exhaustion and then launched a sneak attack. Who would have thought that this unethical plan was suddenly interrupted by this psychic prop.

The wound on its face has not fully healed, and it risked its life by losing too much blood and suffering from hypothermia and shock. But now it is dancing in front of its natural enemies like a beast seeking mate.

"What should we do? Gunsmith?" Oscar felt that the situation was not optimistic. His physical reserves were running low. If he kept jumping like this, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Jiang Xueming: "It doesn't matter to me."

"Ah?" Oscar looked surprised, "Do you have that much endurance?"

Jiang Xueming explained: "I can jump all day long. Although the guy in front of me is bleeding, it has just eaten the meat of the leopard python and will probably not be able to sleep for a while. If you are tired, I have a way."

Saying this, Xueming threw off his gloves according to the rhythm of the music box drums, deliberately controlled his steps, and came to Brother Lang's side with a big mouth.

"One, two, three, let's go."

This loud slap slapped Oscar on the face, sending him to sleep.

Only the mountain demon and Xueming were left to confront each other. After a full eighteen minutes, the clockwork of the music box finally came to an end.

The moment he regained his freedom, Xueming summoned a fragrant dream to intimidate the enemy, while DB was covered in cold sweat and jumped back to the middle platform to hide.

Xueming had no intention of pursuing, and dragged Brother Lang back to the warm room. As soon as he got back the music box, he saw this evil mountain demon peeking out from the edge of the cliff - he looked like a bear greedy for honey, reluctant to part with it. Honey was afraid of being stung, so she only dared to test it slowly.

When DB crawled back to the concrete floor, Xueming turned the crank of the music box again. In this environment where food and water were scarce, he never wanted to face this mythical creature head-on.

So the second dance continued, with Sapiens and the Trolls playing music and dancing.

This was repeated three times, and after a full hour, a few golden-rumped swallows that occasionally passed by also jumped on the wires to accompany the attackers and defenders. The birds raised their buttocks, flashed their tail feathers, and shook their heads. The scene was very strange.

DB wanted to escape, but couldn't. At first, it thought viciously that as long as it continued like this, the hateful Homo sapiens in front of it might collapse from exhaustion.

Only later did it realize that this guy didn't seem to be tired at all, but his own body was getting weaker and weaker.

Just as Xueming thought, given the weight of this mountain demon, the energy required for body movement should be dozens of times that of Homo sapiens. Even if he had just eaten a meal, the dozen tons of meat dancing with such a flexible and fast posture would probably not last long.

Xueming's body coordination is very good. Even though Little Finger and Ukulele gave him a "relatively bulky" body, the length of more than 180 centimeters is so unfamiliar to him, but in this In more than half a month, he had already adapted to this weight and returned to the state of unity of body and soul.

[Gunsmith, are you going to tire it out? ]

"When it falls, I will take its life." Jiang Xueming has already made a killing declaration: "This beast is very cunning. It fell from a height of dozens of meters and did not leave any major injuries. Its skin is rough. It’s thick and fleshy, I’m afraid I can’t kill it without Pankrasin.”

"It's too difficult to reach its head, unless I jump from the roof, jump on its shoulders and punch the skull a few times. It can miss many times, but I only have one chance."

"The psychic device created by Mr. Salvador Dali is indeed useful and very powerful. It can even control the descendants of gods."

This overbearing body control makes it almost impossible for the gunsmith to do anything. Apart from slightly changing the pace to move, his two arms and head and neck move along fixed lines. A few times ago, Xueming wanted to dig into his pocket to get the panacea. , holding it in his hand for later use, but he couldn't hold the needle at all, and could only watch helplessly as Panacea flung the syringe away step by step with its dance movements.

He no longer dared to get the pyroxene and shouted loudly.

"SD! Put the ring on for me!"

Unexpectedly, when the big steel cat appeared in front of him, this powerful spirit also began to dance.

Fragrant Fantasy: "What's going on?!"

The synchronization rate between one person and one spirit is extremely high. They swing their legs and arms and shake their upper bodies, echoing each other with the DB not far away.

"Even the spirit body can't escape this kind of control?" Xueming finally realized and quickly recalled his soul power to avoid unnecessary mental consumption.

For DB, its physical energy consumption is much greater than that of a gunsmith. Not only is this body modified by the Vita brand, but also the mountain wind during the hunting season is also slowly taking away its body temperature.

It could feel the stench of the leopard and python spitting out of the mouthpiece, and its stomach had begun to suffer from indigestion due to the continuous low temperature. My only eye began to feel dry and itchy, and my body was not as flexible as before. It seemed that my arms and legs were freezing.

If it continues like this, it will sleep and turn into a rock, just like Gonzales, except that Gonzales can still wake up in the spring. It won't have this chance, and Homo sapiens will never let it go.

Thinking like this, DB adjusted his steps little by little, twisted his body forcefully, and danced towards the rock platform. Following the rhythm of the music, it could move a distance of about ten meters in every four sections. After finding the pattern, it can escape.

Xueming couldn't stop this giant monster. The earliest design language of the music box was static defense. It was not an active offensive psychic prop. If these beasts and beasts were wise and slowly escaped from this demonic sound, people would It is also a state of peace with nature.

But an accident happened——

——A huge shadow floated in the dark night sky.

The big yellow chicken fell down next to the water tank of the outpost. It seemed that the golden-rumped swallow on the wire had become a snack in its eyes. Before it could see the giant monster on the platform, it rushed into the control of the music box so recklessly. within the range.

The golden eagle griffin flapped its wings in mid-air. When it heard the music, its limbs and wings went wild and lost control. It broke two wires and fell heavily to the concrete floor, leaving its head covered in blood.

It screamed in pain and quickly got up. Its wings were broken and hung limply on one side, but its head refused to obey and continued to sway to the rhythm of the music.

When it saw DB clearly on the cement floor, it was so frightened that this cunning hunter had no spiritual pressure fluctuations at all. Jiang Xueming and Brother Lang couldn't feel the pheromones and spiritual pressure on this mountain monster - DB Know how to hide yourself.

The sudden visitor left Xueming at a loss. In DB's eyes, this silly big bird became the first target.

Almost immediately, DB changed his route and decided to trample the bird to death. If the golden eagle griffon could be swallowed into its belly, it could at least survive for a while, and maybe it could survive this hateful dwarf.

[That’s it! You saved it! ]

Jiang Xueming: "Well, its brain is not very good."

[It treats you like cubs! It's coming to save you! ]

Jiang Xueming: "Not necessarily."

[Anyway, we can’t let DB eat it! Things have gone bad! ]

Jiang Xueming: "What should we do? Beloberg, can you think of a way?"

[You turn around! Gunsmith! Use some force! ]

Following the rhythm of the music, Xueming put a little more force into the fixed second rotation. The hilt of Belloberg's sword in his waist bag was about to squeeze out of the pocket, but was stopped by the buckle.

He took his time and watched DB getting closer and closer to the big yellow chicken, then he hit the guardrail hard. Belloberg finally tore open the bag and flew out.

The hilt of the sword fell to the iron stand on the concrete floor, and then a bright light burst out——

——It is like a wolf-eye flashlight, emitting a beam of nearly two thousand lumens.

Seeing that DB was about to trample the golden eagle griffon to death, it involuntarily gave in due to the sudden bright light hitting its eyes. The big bird also followed the strange music, struggled with its limbs, and went around behind the water tank.

DB still wanted to chase, but the golden eagle griffin continued to circle, and the mountain demon and the eagle bird just started walking around the pillar. Belloberg's light source was so bright that Xue Ming couldn't even open his eyes. DB was even more miserable when it was exposed to the strong light. It felt that its one eye left a patch of color, and it couldn't see the specific position of the big eagle at all.

The same is true for the big yellow chicken. Every time Belloberg lights up, it trembles all over. It can only listen to the footsteps of the troll to judge its direction. Finally, it finds the entrance to the porch on the first floor and immediately gets into the relatively closed corridor.

Twenty long minutes passed, and when the music stopped, Xueming had no intention of continuing to twist the handle - because DB escaped again, and almost instantly jumped out with a big jump, and threw himself on the stem of the giant tree on the southwest side, Then he covered his ears and fell freely, for fear of being controlled by this curse again.

The big gryphon followed the smell of the two and climbed up to the second floor, frightening the mountain demon to tears. It roared hoarsely at Xueming. From time to time, it used its front paws to pick up its broken wings and pointed in the direction where DB was fleeing. The intense scratching felt like a child who had been severely beaten by a bully at school and complained to his parents.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay."

Jiang Xueming gently tapped the big griffon on the forehead, asking the child to calm down.

He finally put on the Heart of Steel, but he still felt uneasy and carried the music box downstairs. He didn't have time to apply medicine to the gryphon to treat its injuries - he felt that with DB's character, he wouldn't just go away so easily.

Returning to the rock platform, as expected, he saw this giant mountain monster squatting on the limestone rock formation of the cave, about fifty meters away from him, curling up with his legs in his arms, as if waiting. The injuries to his chin and neck healed on their own, but he is still looking for opportunities to sneak attack.

DB also smelled Jiang Xueming's scent. It raised its head and just glanced at it.

Xueming shook the golden music box in her hand——

——DB was immediately frightened and kicked his legs wildly. First he roared fiercely, then like a dexterous ape, he ducked to a lower place, jumped back to the tree along the rocky slope, and bared his teeth at the gunsmith.

Xueming took about ten steps back, and only five or six seconds passed.

He immediately felt something was wrong and immediately returned to the edge of the cliff——

——DB ran back again, to the second platform. It was like a mean monkey, just waiting for its prey to relax its vigilance and pull back and forth with Xueming.

When the two met again, DB suddenly waved his hand with cold arrows. At a distance of about twenty meters, its toes and claws could not touch Xueming, but this huge palm set off a strong wind that could almost blow Xueming away. .

It was too late, but it was too late. It was too late for Xueming to turn the crank. He gave in repeatedly, grabbed the big yellow chicken with one hand, and asked the yellow chicken to run away quickly.

This yellow chicken is also very clever. It digs out cement crumbs with all four claws and rushes to the room on the first floor. One person and one animal rush into the conference room door, and they see DB lying outside the door on the porch, with his nasal bones exposed. He inhaled frantically, trying to determine Xueming's specific location.

This mountain monster did not break through the wall rashly, nor did it dare to get too close to the corridor. It had seen the destructive power of fragrant dreams. Always maintain a safe distance of three to four meters.

Xueming and Big Bird were sticking to the corner of the wall. He saw the big yellow chicken standing up on its two hind legs. Its heart was beating wildly. It also used its uninjured big wings to hold Xueming in place. He was afraid of this human being. Making some strange noise.

After about ten seconds, the round of searching was over, and DB slowly retreated to the cement floor, as if he had given up and wanted to leave.

Xueming still didn't move, listening carefully to the footsteps outside the door. The sound seemed to be getting farther and farther away. She glanced out the window and saw DB's lower body close at hand.

"Oops!"

This mountain monster seems to be able to imitate the sound of footsteps walking away!

It can gradually reduce the force of stamping on the ground to create false footsteps!

What is it doing? Did it stand up? it.

"It wants to eat Brother Wolf!" Xueming exclaimed without thinking, "It's searching for Oscar's location!"

[At this distance, if you want to use the music box, it can crush the wall with one kick! Gunsmith! ]

Xueming lifted the hypnotic effect of the fragrant dream almost immediately. He didn't know if Brother Lang could wake up immediately - and then he rushed out the door to confront this difficult beast.

This was the worst possible outcome. Xueming didn't expect DB's fighting will to be so strong. After pulling and pulling for more than ten times, the mountain demon still didn't give up the idea of ​​hunting.

Belloberg was in a position where he couldn't directly look into DB's eyes. At this time, DB's back was facing the meat drying rack on the cement floor.

It stretched out its two paws and carefully opened the doors of the rooms on the second and third floors, hoping to find the hiding place of the green gold wolf. Suddenly I heard the loud cry of seagulls and felt severe pain in my lower body!

The moment Xueming burst out of the corridor on the first floor like a bolt of lightning, he twisted his right hand into a fist. When Pankrasin's combat skill was activated, the skin of his arm was already torn, and he hit the giant monster's ankle firmly. His height It can't reach the vital point of DB at all.

For a moment, the sword energy was violent and the wind was raging. DB was half kneeling in pain, but he did not fall down. He scratched the corridor table on the second floor, lowered his head and looked at the wound, and saw wounds exploding from the inside to the outside of the ankle, almost It is the survival instinct that keeps it kneeling and unwilling to lower its head.

After Xueming succeeded in the attack, he repeatedly dodged. The injured mountain demon went crazy, and the blood poured out like a fountain, but the cracked soles of his feet were like the dexterous claws of a silverback gorilla. The moment he launched the attack, He started clawing at the side of the porch to fight back - he could only throw one punch, and then he was forced back by the violent stampede.

He took a detour to the side of the water tank and fled, and his right arm suffered the backlash from Pankrasin. Scars continued to appear on his upper and lower arms, and even his fingers began to suffer from the strain of the blasting notes.

His face was ashen, and when he was running away, he could still hear the strong footsteps of DB pursuing him - the mountain demon had gone crazy and was dragging its injured right foot to catch up with him. From time to time, there was the sound of smelly and hot wind blowing behind me, as well as heavy breathing.

Returning to the side of the water storage tank, Xueming shouted loudly without thinking too much.

"SD!"

The moment that determines life and death has come.

Fenfang Huanmeng volleyed out, and DB was completely red-eyed. It didn't want to dance anymore, nor did it want to be entangled anymore. Completely losing patience - I have to admit that this Homo sapiens has stronger endurance than it does.

Its right foot was injured, but in terms of mobility, it was more powerful.

Two more steps? Or three steps?

In just fifty meters, you can reach the end and catch up.

Its arms have already reached forward and down. As long as it can grab this Homo sapiens and squeeze it gently, it can squeeze out the intestines of this insect!

This time, it has done enough mental construction. The muscles all over its body are swollen and red, and the dead leaf coir raincoat on its body is swelling. It is about to deliver a fatal blow. At this height, even though the weird spirit body has extremely strong destructive power , and can't hurt its vitals.

But

Fragrant Fantasy did not attack DB——

——It ran against the enemy and punched the water tank sixteen times!

The punches were like steel nails piercing through the steel skin of the water storage tank. In an environment of more than 20 degrees below zero, at an altitude of 300 to 400 meters at the 30,000-mile post, the pressure of the water storage tank caused these sixteen tiny The hole becomes a showerhead.

The moment the pure water sprayed out of the tank, it was blown by the cold mountain wind and immediately turned into ice mist. It gave DB a chill.

It felt that its body was getting heavier and heavier, and it could no longer walk the last twenty meters. The dead wood leaves on its body were covered with a thick and heavy layer of ice, and they became hard and hurt its legs. Followed by freezing.

It felt a sharp pain in its heart, which was caused by the temperature change from extreme heat to extreme cold. There were more and more bloodshot eyes in its one eye, and its steps became slower and slower. I can only watch helplessly at the annoying Homo sapiens under the iron frame of the water storage tank, but I will never be able to touch him!

It could only reach out its hand and saw that its right arm was shrouded in white water vapor. The cold and biting ice spread on the skin. The toes and claws cracked one by one and quickly lost their temperature. Then the toes turned into pink. The purple dust fell to the cement floor when the wind blew and turned into a piece of powder.

It gasped, knelt on the ground, and then slowly, slowly lay down, still not dead.

"Geniuses die."

Jiang Xueming spit out bursts of hot white mist from his mouth, his head was covered in cold sweat, and he missed death. Then turn the crank of the music box and let the dance continue.

"But the works of genius are immortal."

The water storage tank above the head continued to spray for about twenty seconds, spraying out more than ten tons of water.

In the sound of powerful music, DB continued to dance even if he collapsed on the ground.

Its flesh body disintegrated, producing ice explosions again and again during its petrified sleep. The temperatures of its organs at different locations were also different. The process of thermal expansion and contraction caused several colorful flesh-and-blood roses to explode in its belly.

Finally, it raised its head and stretched out its tongue as much as possible, trying to lick the taste of its prey.

The Vita brand on the tip of the tongue also froze into dark blue, and before the fungus flesh crown had time to crawl out a few white ladies, it perished along with the host.

The big yellow chicken flapped its broken wings and clucked in pain, but it was obvious that it was very happy.

Jiang Xueming kept up his dance movements, still with lingering fears. He kept observing DB's condition, fearing that the haunting beast would cheat his death. While thinking about how to make up for the damage, he was also wondering whether the bound version of "The Great Sundering" could be released. Add this.

Another eighteen minutes passed, and Xueming was convinced.

——It's dead!