Abyss Express

Foreword:

[Unrighteousness and wealth and honor are like floating clouds to me]

[--Confucius]

[Part①——Men live by forgetfulness]

The war in the ranch came to an end.

Xueming dragged his heavy body, stepped on the soft and warm muddy flesh, and followed Wen Bucai to lift the unconscious Jason.

He felt so tired that he almost fell asleep standing up.

The continuous high-intensity battle for half an hour emptied Xue Ming's mental strength.

Holding your breath and shooting again and again, it's like taming a wild beast. If you want to tame the Eye of the Blood Wolf in your hand, as long as you miss a few times, all your previous efforts will be wasted.

When Wen Bucai shouted the slogan "The area is completely silent, and there is no abnormality in inspiration".

Xue Ming's whole body relaxed, and an indescribable sense of fatigue surged from his limbs and bones.

The brain is urging him frantically, go to sleep quickly, and go to the sweet dreamland to rest for a while.

He hardly took a breath during the long and short run from the outskirts of the checkpoint to Bok Pass, from Bok Pass to the iron plank road in the pasture garden, and then marched from the iron post to the hotbed with a gun.

The high level of concentration along the way and the high-pressure environment along the way made Xue Ming shaky and almost fainted.

Meteor also looked listless—Xueming saw that this big tall man was no longer as energetic as when he first set off.

Ah Xing's hands were drooping beside the seams of his trousers, the clothes on his body were gone, he was shirtless, and his trousers were about to be torn. Both arms were bruised and purple. After the treatment of panacea, the injuries of the two metacarpal bones had healed, but the nerve fatigue would be difficult to recover for a while.

Leaning on a cane, the young man walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The moment he stepped out of the stone gate, he was blinded by the bright and dazzling lights of the corridor.

The mindless and unhappy mental power can be seen by the naked eye, and the faster the mental power drops, the more obvious the faint and restless inspiration pressure will be.

Wen Bucai stopped laughing and making fun, and took out a bag of Guanglingsan Xiaolongbao from his luggage, "Here is another bag, sixteen, which is my last stock. The shelf life of this stuff is very short. Eat it fresh, and you'll be refreshed a bit."

Jiang Xueming didn't say much, she was not polite at all, she brought a steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth.

The spicy and stimulating soup spread on the lips, teeth and mouthpiece, and the fine minced meat slipped into the stomach pouch with the delicious fragrance of the soup.

——It was like a sexy and alluring bomb that instantly ignited Xue Ming's spiritual essence.

He ate a total of six pills before he felt the dull nerve pain in his head relieved. He hesitated and stuffed two more pills into his mouth, and his stomach warmed up accordingly.

His hands and feet no longer trembled, his thinking gradually became clearer, and the light source of the Heart of Steel gradually stabilized, like a breathing lamp dimming and brightening.

"The power is back. Although it is not much, it is enough." Jiang Xueming said calmly, "I can continue to fight."

Bu Liuxing ate the remaining eight Xiaolongbao, and shouted to the sky, "Resurrection with full blood!"

Jason was awakened by the startled roar and woke up from the state of confusion.

"How do you feel?" Wen Bucai patted Jason on the shoulder.

Jason hurriedly went to see the wound on his stomach. Under the treatment of the panacea, he had recovered as before, even the scars were gone.

He vaguely remembered the last words he heard before his consciousness dissipated.

"The human body is a wonderful thing."

That one-liner sounded terribly frightening to him.

But there is one thing to say, cutting off the body at the waist is not a fatal injury-the cutting in the middle of the ancient punishment can make people live for a long time, and die in extreme pain and long torture.

With the protection of the panacea, it is not difficult to restore the intestinal tract. In the suturing procedure of most laparotomy, the doctor will stuff the intestines back into the abdomen little by little. They will recover automatically - this is what Wen Bucai called the "wonderful human body".

"I can continue to fight." Jason stretched out his hand: "Give me back the lapis lazuli."

"I'll leave it to your little waiter. Let her assess your mental state. I don't want to get involved with you two. We are all adults and we have to be responsible for our own safety." Wen Bucai pointed to his side— —

——The little waiter's face was covered with blood, and he didn't have time to wipe it off.

Wanting to kill little Sullivan's half-dragon body, she emptied four UMP magazines, and her whole body turned red.

"employer."

Jason put on the lapis lazuli, and immediately found the truth from his keen sense of smell and the pressure of inspiration—he could almost see the scene where the little waiter raised his gun to kill the enemy.

"You saved my life?"

The little waiter smiled awkwardly, with two rows of white teeth showing on his blood-red face: "It doesn't count. I made a mistake. When that freak ran out of the door, I felt that he was very, very weak. In the open state - bullets can kill him, I made this judgment, and immediately raised my gun to shoot him."

Jason nodded, almost in tears: "Thank you. Thank you."

The little waiter will be a little confused for a while: "No, the employer, it is mainly due to Mr. Wen, the VIP, if it wasn't for the soul power of this freak being blown away by Mr. Wen and beaten to pieces—otherwise, maybe I will It might end up here!"

Jason hugged the little waiter suddenly, covering the back of the little waiter's head.

"Thank you. Thank you."

Wen Bucai shrugged indifferently, his expression was like that of a violent young man who saw a bitter scene at eight o'clock, and turned his head to the direction of the animal pen.

Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing followed immediately.

Meteor's inspiration is relatively weak, he can't figure it out, and he can't figure out the situation at all.

"What's the matter? Brother Ming?"

Jiang Xueming thought for a while, and immediately said: "That little girl, her life was hanging by a thread just now, she almost died."

Meteor was surprised: "Really? I think she's pretty good, isn't she?"

Jiang Xueming shook his head: "We come one step earlier, or we come one step later. If we enter the hotbed at any wrong time, the waiter girl behind us will bump into that monster with soul power head-on."

"It's okay! Fortunately, that strange shadow is coming towards me!" Meteor breathed a sigh of relief: "So, she got her life back?"

"It may be related to the characteristics of lapis lazuli." Jiang Xueming thought of the mysterious pyroxene, "Lapis lazuli also has the characteristics of luck. Jason Megan should be a very lucky person who owns so many lapis lazuli. Take care of him."

Meteor heard Jason crying behind him again.

The little waiter couldn't persuade him no matter how hard he tried.

"Thank you. Thank you for surviving. Thank you - I don't know how to thank you. Thank you for being here with me. I'm really not a good employer"

"Sir! Don't cry, if you cry again, I will compete with you! Who can cry louder!"

"Please forgive me, I can't help it, I can't help it. I thought that during this journey, I might reach the end of my life-drawing pictures for you, and measuring the body size of that huge dragon for you , to see the truth, at least in this way, I will no longer be [a useless person].”

"Sir. How can you think like that?! Is life something you can give up at will?"

"I passed out several times under the pressure of this terrifying inspiration. Those two orientals gave me insight into the true feelings in my heart. Only then did I know that I am not made to be a hunter at all—but You accompany me to perform this funny show for so long! So far! From Hung Hom to Reykjavik, it takes half a year and more than 3,000 kilometers!"

"Sir, I feel very happy when I'm with you. The BOSS didn't blame me, I think it has understood your heart and my heart long ago. I can kill this monster because you taught me time and time again, to observe carefully Prey, if you can recognize their death gate, it is better to say that you saved me than I saved you."

"So I couldn't stop crying. When I saw that you were safe and sound, I couldn't stop crying. At the moment when the night of this magic cave came to light, I couldn't control the emotions in my heart at all—I just wanted to hold you. Wendy Mills Mine"

UMP's muzzle was pressed against Jason Megan's chin, asking the scruffy man to raise his head——

——The little waiter's eyes were cold. Although there were still tears in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and was determined to kill: "My dear sir, are you serious? Can you call the wrong name at this time? Even if you call someone in murloc language Name, maybe I will also respond to it."

In the distance of the beast pen corridor, Wen Bucai laughed comfortably.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

That kind of laughter is very harsh and very wicked.

[Part②——can be kept in the next life]

Fifteen minutes later.

With a bruised nose and swollen face, Jason pointed at the Bock Hotel solemnly.

"Based on my rich experience in finding ways to escape, we should go to the Bock Hotel to find an elevator-like passage-there are no other roads in the Great Pastoral Garden."

Meteor: "Hahahahahaha!"

Jason didn't care, but continued: "Boke Hotel is a place to entertain guests. We received the customs clearance certificate from the shopkeeper of the big fat woman. According to the standard procedure of the organizational structure of the abyss railway at platform zero, we are required to go to Mu Come, Sono, for the trinity test—and then the blood ceremony."

Meteor: "Hahahahahaha!"

Jason still didn't care, and continued: "I have a very flexible mind, Mr. Wen Bucai, what do you think of my reasoning?"

Wen Bucai: "Hahahahahahaha!"

Jason: "Can I stop laughing?"

Jiang Xueming covered his mouth: "I didn't smile."

Jason climbed up the twisted iron bridge, and suddenly turned around and shouted angrily: "You obviously have! You have been secretly smiling! You haven't stopped! You half-smile! You know it's scary?!"

Jiang Xueming: "Hahahahahahaha!"

"Didn't I tell you to let go of your laughter!" Jason scratched his ears and led the way, "Why did I follow you to this ghostly place in a moment of enthusiasm? What kind of plague did I have?"

Looking at Jason's face, his left eye was no longer visible, his swollen eyelid was squeezed into a mass of sarcoma, several teeth flew out, and his speech was leaking.

——It was all called by the little waiter.

The little waiter followed behind the employer without saying a word, and kept urging the employer to move forward quickly.

Jason asked as he walked, "Can I cure my face with a panacea?"

The little waiter immediately said: "No! You have to learn to be forgetful! Next time you want to hug me and call Little Wendy's name? What do you want me to do? Really use the gun in my hand to give you a little mind?"

Jason added: "One eye is swollen, and I can't see half of things. If I encounter an enemy, I can't measure the distance. Do you know that? In a boxing match, if one eye is injured, you can't catch the opponent's eyes." fist."

Meteor elbowed Brother Ming vigorously: "Hahahahahahaha! Does he still want to punch? Brother Ming?"

Jiang Xueming said nothing——

——He was just thinking about how strong Wen Bucai was.

During this long journey and continuous fighting, Wen Bucai did not eat a few mouthfuls of Guangling Sanxiaolongbao to replenish his mental strength, and he did not even drink a sip of water.

Is this the person who overturned the dragon by himself sixteen years ago?

If we say that Hunwei Jiukuang is Wen Bucai's offensive ability.

This amazing willpower, mental strength, and food reserves for continuous fighting are the confidence of the dragon slaying brave to dare to challenge the dragon.

But now, some of our little friends have eaten more than half of his food reserves.

Ammunition is running low—

——Ah Xing's ammunition was exhausted, and more than a hundred 9mm par ammunition were stolen from Mr. Wen's hand.

The battle master still has forty-one bullets, which are the last two magazines.

There are still 166 rounds of the 7.62mm rifle ammunition of the Blood Wolf Eye, and it is a question of whether it can finish an encounter. If you encounter street battles and indoor battles with many bunkers, you may have to squander them immediately.

Although the bullets are gone and the weight on the body is reduced, this is the only good thing.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xueming saw the bulging weapon pouch on Wen Bucai's body, and asked, "JOE—how many ammo do you have?"

"The throwing objects have been used up." Wen Bucai said the worst news first, and then began to report the name of the dish: "There are sixty-one more at . All the bullets have been used up."

"Ah? It can't be like this!" Meteor immediately sent back the 9mm ammunition to Wen Bucai: "You should use it!"

Wen Bucai shook his head: "You keep your self-defense, the barrel of my dagger submachine gun can only handle 45ACP."

Immediately afterwards, the VIP showed Jiang Xueming's stick, showing off the nunchuck, "Jiang Xueming, there are other uses for this stick, take a look."

Wen Bucai swung the nunchaku vigorously, grasping the eight gates and eight extremes of symbols in his palms—the green lion's hair was immediately twisted into a strong long rope, separated by a distance of about thirty meters, like a fierce whip , The iron rod shattered the plaque of the Bock Hotel, and the terrifying kinetic energy pierced through the obsidian behind the plaque, pierced into the rock, and opened a spider web-shaped crack.

Jiang Xueming saw that little stars appeared in his eyes.

He immediately took out another pair of sticks and made them in the same way, but no matter how much he swung them, he couldn't achieve Wen Bucai's three-in-one force of hand, heart and mind.

And again and again and again and again.

He waved his long whip tirelessly to break through mountains and rocks, and the steel rod bounced and collapsed among the rocks.

Wen Bucai: "Okay baby, stop playing, this won't be understood in a while. What the hell?"

With only a few dozen tries—

——Xue Ming grasped the tenacity of the lion's hair, which is soft yet firm.

With the sound of howling wind, he raised his arms, and the long whip hit the stone of the cliff like a piercing arrow, and sank more than two inches deep, but it was not strong enough, deep enough, and powerful enough.

Wen Bucai finally turned his eyes to Jiang Xueming's arm - from that right arm, there was a fine thread of spiritual body gushing out.

That is the trace of [transformation].

It is a sign of nymph spinning silk and pupating.

—Just seven days?

Just seven days? This kid is about to start his next transformation?

If the little black cat knows, it will be so happy that it will drink several big bowls of goat milk. It will send this good news to the VIP WeChat group several times, and it will call me 10,000 times alone, and send me a big message. Red envelope

[Oops, I can't pretend to be dead and dive for 10,000 years. ]

Wen Bucai felt relieved when he thought of this, and raised his hand to take a photo of Xue Ming's spiritual thread, and sent it back to the VIP group without blushing.

[Wen Bucai: Please check the picture information on your mobile phone]

[BOSS:? ]

[Phoenix:? ]

[Bloodhound:? ]

[Victor: Old friend! I've paid off my debts and made a ton of money! Tell me, how much will it take you back to the station? Make an offer? ! ]

[Bloodhound:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ]

[Wen Bucai: Unrighteousness and richness are like floating clouds to me]

[Ghost: BOSS, every time there is a message in this group, you reply in seconds. Do you live in the WeChat group? ]

[BOSS: Look at this ID]

[Ghost:? ]

Turning off the phone screen and turning on Do Not Disturb by the way, Wen Bucai went on to think——

——In this special spiritual pressure environment, it is normal for the nymph's experience bar to rise rapidly when she is around the VIP.

I just don't know if this kid can get out alive.

He gave me a very reassuring feeling. It’s been a long, long, long time since I heard such a reliable observation report, and I haven’t made such a high-quality coordinated shooting with others.

——Jiang Xueming, Bu Meteor.

Hope you live up to your name.

There were heavy knocks one after another in the mountain crevasse. The iron rod broke through one deep hole after another in the mountain rock - it got deeper and deeper until it was completely pierced into the obsidian mountain body, and Jiang Xueming had some difficulty trying to pull it out.

After putting away the stick, Xue Ming suddenly woke up after seeing the spiritual thread on his arm gradually return to the physical body.

"Am I starting to change again?"

Wen Bucai whistled, with a smile in his eyes, and beat each other with the nunchucks in his hands as drumsticks.

The iron rod seems to be connected with human nature, sparks emerge from the joints of the blue lion's hair, and then the rod is tightened suddenly, and the rope is twisted and twisted - four short rods are spliced ​​into a steel mace, this magical change is astonishing. Slobber.

Ah Xing immediately said: "It will transform! Brother Ming! Let me play!"

"Your cane can also transform, you can play with yours." Jiang Xueming followed suit, turning the two pairs of nunchucks into a steel mace. It became heavier and its center of gravity changed, making it difficult to wield up.

Wen Bucai used this steel mace as a cane, stepped into the lobby of the Boke Hotel, followed Jason and continued on.

Meteor felt aggrieved, took a big cloak off the body of the homeless man and put it on, followed Wen Bucai into the dark front hall.

Wen Bucai was at the forefront, holding up the iron mace, immediately a blue flame illuminated the road.

Jiang Xueming also did the same, the iron mace in his hand refused to obey at first, he just shouted softly: "Help me, friend."

The stick immediately ignited, as if Xue Ming had to express his feelings in words in order to hear the master's call.

From the rear of the hallway from the kitchen, there is an elevator with a small notch in the shape of a palm.

Jason immediately recognized the palm print size of the elevator key.

The mechanism lock is rough and primitive.

There is no electronic equipment, relying solely on skin and bone to identify people, if it is not the correct palm size, it will never be opened.

Under the bright cyan fireworks, Jason immediately recognized the owner of this palm as the shopkeeper of the Boke Hotel.

Jason ran out and came back, forgetting things.

"Knife! Give me the knife!"

Jiang Xueming threw out the hunting knife and it fell to the ground with a bang.

Jason didn't go to pick it up, he proudly saluted the waiter, and pretended to pick up Mr. Wen Bucai's hunting knife.

Jiang Xueming covered his face: "What's wrong with him?"

Wen Bucai: "Did you remember this grudge?"

Jiang Xueming took out the diary, wrote a line, and picked up the hunting knife again, "Yes, I wrote it down."

In just a minute, Jason Megan ran back holding a fat palm, which was the corpse of the shopkeeper that he got from the cliff road at the Boke level.

Under the high temperature environment, the palm of this hand was a little swollen, and the rate of corruption was astonishing.

He buckled his palms several times, and the mechanism gears of the elevator door began to scream. Unfortunately, the dead body's palm really couldn't open the stubborn door.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Jiang Xueming: "What should I do?"

Bu Meteor: "Could it be that you're holding the wrong hand?"

Jason stopped talking.

Jiang Xueming stopped talking.

Even Wen Bucai stared at the shooting star, looking at Ah Xing's innocent eyes with incredible eyes.

Ah Xing scratched his head in embarrassment: "Hey. I just want to liven up the atmosphere. How could it happen that I misidentified my left and right hands."

Jason's little head immediately thought of a solution.

He washed his palms, threw them back into the kitchen for dehydration, and sent them to the cold storage to cool down.

Another ten minutes passed, and the locksmith finally unlocked the elevator door.

Wen Bucai kept applauding, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he pressed the summon button of the elevator: "You are really talented!"

Hearing such a boast, Jason was in high spirits, "Hey, it's just a trick."

- Then there was a long wait.

They don't know where the elevator leads.

There is no floor display, only the hourglass on the top of the head drives the gear set through the mechanical clockwork, and starts timing when it rotates upside down.

About two minutes passed.

The sound of copper bells came from the main cubicle of the elevator.

The iron gate followed and opened——

——Five people squeezed into the large and spacious elevator.

Wen Bucai scanned the floors, asking him, a brave dragon slayer, to guess the correct answer, it would be as difficult as heaven to guess right at once.

So everyone started looking at Jason again.

Jason gained confidence, and said: "Give me a throw of the panacea, as long as you throw it. Seriously, I can't meet the enemy like this, can I? They will know that I am a swollen face when they see my bruised nose and swollen face." best bully"

Waiter: "Is there a question?"

Jason: "That's the key, I'm really the best bully!"

Without saying a word, Jiang Xueming immediately handed out the panacea.

Jason frowned: "Why are you again!?"

Meteor pursed his lips: "My medicine is used up, and half of it is used on you."

Wen Bucai mentioned the shopkeeper's large teapot, which contained a lot of buttered tea, which was the product of Mrs. Bai's freeze-dried powder: "I haven't been to the station for a long time, and I bought two at the big market in Mimier Hot Spring Market. There are not many potions in stock, but I think they should be enough, just now I brought a pot of tea back, do you want to try it?"

Finally, several people looked at Jiang Xueming together.

Meteor asked: "Brother Ming? Why do you have so many panaceas?"

Jiang Xueming took out a medical tape from his backpack, which was full of special-shaped ring-hole syringes, a total of 20, each 25 ml, plus the panacea injections that he carried with him in overalls and crotch pants, as well as those that had already been used up. Yes, the total amount is 700 milliliters——he cashed out all the deposits and all the Blood Butterfly shopping coupons, and turned them into portable potions to be used at any time.

"Is it strange? Could it be that you don't use it in this life, but you can keep the potion in your next life?"