Saving Unpermitted

The lamp was on again, and the cement (color) room was as bright as day. +++Mobile reading visit m.readwn.com Shu Junzao has carved the fighting instinct in his bones, he grabbed Zhu Yanchen and jumped into the pipeline. The pipes creaked and sprayed out steam, mixed with shadows, and turned into a wonderful shelter.

Although others wake up and feel a lot better, the strange touch of being eroded by the marsh still remains on the skin.

The situation was weird, and Zhu Yanchen's statement was logically valid, but Shu Jun didn't plan to buy it right away—the new intelligence was too sensational, and he hadn't understood the motive of the other party's series of actions. He doesn't believe in what others say.

Zhu Yanchen didn't rush to explain either. He put on his face mask and let Shu Jun grasp it quietly.

The corpse handler paced back and forth along the edge of the marsh erosion pond, and the sound of bubbles echoed in the space. He illuminated a few grounded corners with lights, and did not search for a pipeline cluster more than two meters high. Nothing was found for a long time, and the body handler gave up going around, but did not intend to leave.

Shu Jun was a little anxious, he was counting on that person to leave quickly, asking him to cross-examine Zhu Yanchen. This place is so ghostly, the erosion is so bad that you can see it, and I don't know what I can miss.

The two waited patiently for a while, but not only did the body handler not leave, the front door of the building rang again.

What are you afraid of? It's late at night. Is this going to gather at the corpse disposal office?

As a result, the shooting outside the door became more and more urgent, and a few screams were mixed, and Shu Jun immediately gathered his mind and tightened his back. It was too late now, and it was a desolate and polluted area. Various mutant beasts wandered nearby, many of which could imitate human voices.

He doesn't know what Zhu Yanchen's situation is, at least he is unarmed, and it is not easy to act rashly.

The corpse handler also looked quite surprised. He took out the gun from his waist and slowly rubbed against the door.

The knock on the door became weaker and weaker, and the screams became louder and louder, with an unbearable sense of despair. An observation window was installed on the heavy metal door, and the corpse handler looked out. He didn't know what he saw. He stopped for a few seconds before opening the door.

Three wounded soldiers came in outside, all wearing masks, and they couldn't see their expressions. The leader looked like an officer, and the other two dragged the mutant beast body full of bullet holes. The corpse handler saluted them, and the leader panted and opened his mouth: "If it wasn't for us (gan gan) to drop that thing, are you not going to open this door?"

"After all, it's time, I hope you can understand..." The corpse handler only promised, and it was a woman who was surprised to hear her voice-she had long hands and feet, and was tall and sturdy, and it was difficult to tell her **** in protective clothing.

"You can't get the signal. You have to be notified of the urgent information. We have to run into the erosion zone so late, and we want to be understood." Seeing the corpse handler, the officer just complained again, but didn't see it. I mean to continue to embarrass her. "It just so happens, Xiao Sun, you and Xiao Li dispose of the dead body of that thing."

The body handler (body shen) was stiff, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

The other two wounded soldiers continued to drag the monster towards the small erosion marsh, and Shu Jun narrowed his eyes. The instinct of being a soldier hit the clock in his mind, and the scene in front of him was slightly inconsistent-the two wounded soldiers limped and pulled the corpse away, and the leading officer walked behind them, not far away. From a closer look, although the steps of the three are not neat, their movements and frequencies look the same.

Shu Jun's hair is vertical.

That is the corpse beast, one of the monsters that players hate the most. It appears in the erosion zone, and its essence is a tangled straw-like limb. This thing likes to get into the body of ordinary mutant beasts, control them to attack humans, and then pretend to be defeated. When people thought they had won, it would leave the mutant beast corpse, and sneak in through the gaps in the protective clothing without paying attention.

It injects paralyzing venom into the human body, gnaws silently, and uses straw-like limbs to replace empty blood (flesh rou) to support clothes. People dress tightly in the erosion zone, often without notice.

When the victim notices it, only the auxiliary skeleton and nerves remain, and only the head is intact.

The predation method of the corpse beast is indeed creepy, and it is not the most hated thing about it-the corpse beast does not have to eat humans, and it specifically attacks humans for a reason.

Compared with ordinary mutant beasts, the highly-mutated corpse beasts are particularly dependent on marsh erosion, and there is even a kind of symbiosis (guanguan) relationship between the two. It deliberately left human heads to keep these unknowing heads alive, and take them to places where the degree of erosion is not high-when the victim dies, it will note these locations and feed back the information to the erosion swamp.

It's like a hound eating a swamp.

In this way, the eroding marsh can erode more targeted, increase the concentration of erosive quality in various places, and the corpse beasts can live more moisturized. This model is a good win-win situation for them, but it is undoubtedly a disaster for mankind.

In the past ten years, Shu Jun (killing sha) has never said a thousand corpse beasts, there are always hundreds of them. He is very familiar with this kind of thing-when it controls multiple bodies, it is impossible to simulate completely different paces of action. In order to cover up this point, it will take the lead in wearing the skin of an ordinary mutant beast to injure the victims, making them unable to walk normally, but if you observe carefully, you can still see the omissions.

Things are not good.

Although the heads of the three soldiers are still alive, it is estimated that they can only hold on for a while. Without weapons, he can at most disperse the "straw" of the corpse beast by relying on abilities alone, and cannot completely kill it. Their hiding place can only deceive the eyes of human beings. When the corpse beast emerges from the bodies of those people, everyone in the room will become a target.

If he winds up the hurricane, he might be able to break through the window in the corner of the wall. If the speed is fast enough, he can run away with Zhu Yanchen in his hand and the corpse handler in his hand. I just don't know what the situation of myself (body shen) is in the end, and whether he can successfully complete this series of (fuck cao) works.

The silent Zhu Yanchen also moved. He took out his gun and stared at the three "people" not far away.

"Marshal Zhu Yanchen is missing. If anything happens nearby, you must report it immediately." The officer knew nothing about the approaching death.

"Then what to do with the swamp here? Marshal Zhu is in charge here..." The body handler raised his head.

"The data monitoring of the eclipse marsh is done as usual, and all abnormal reports are normal, Marshal Yining will arrange for someone to deal with it." The officer nodded, and the sound jammed, like broken audio data. "Processing, processing, processing..."

Two nearby wounded soldiers also fell down, and a gray-black (colored) straw-like object emerged from the three-person protective clothing, leaving the cloth to collapse. The three of them rested on the ground, the protective suits crumpled like broken balloons, and the skeleton outlines of the ribs could be faintly seen.

The corpse dealt with people screaming, and the unsecured gun fell to the ground. The swamp not far away began to boil, making a small whistling sound like a call.

Zhu Yanchen was shocked: "Trouble."

It's very troublesome, the corpse beast shouldn't act so quickly. Shu Jun grabbed Zhu Yanchen, observed the position of the corpse handler, and was about to take the two of them and run away. As a result, as soon as he rushed out, he faced the oncoming corpse beast. Shu Jun stretched out his hand towards the rotten straw pile, trying to blow it away, and buy more time.

The roar of the swamp is getting louder and louder, as if calling something.

As soon as he put his strength on hand, Shu Jun's originally clear mind became dizzy again, and he could hardly think smoothly.

With the weird howling, he suddenly felt that the corpse beast in front of him was pleasing to the eye, just like a puppy raised in the house, showing his belly for joy. The small swamp on the side is not so annoying, but the overhead light is very dazzling, making people feel irritable.

As for the person next to him, Shu Jun thought he... seemed to be delicious.

He is hungry.

So he stretched out his hand and pressed the man to the ground. As a result, Shu Jun just leaned forward, his cold muzzle pressed against his forehead.

"Hold on." Zhu Yanchen's voice was not so cold, he was a little cautious, like coaxing an injured animal. "You have survived twice, and you won't be stuck this time. Don't let it dominate you."

These words could penetrate Shu Jun's mind, but he gradually couldn't understand their meaning.

Just as he couldn't understand the meaning of the coldness between his eyebrows, Shu Jun pressed his head down, trying to sniff Zhu Yanchen's neck. Zhu Yanchen didn't tremble, didn't fire a shot, just a bit of strength accumulated on the muzzle.

"Shu Jun." He called with a sigh.

Shu Jun swallowed and began to tear Zhu Yanchen's protective clothing with his claws. He is a little confused about the status quo, maybe he shouldn't do this, but he is really hungry.

Zhu Yanchen raised his hand without a gun, as if he wanted to give him a hug, but he was stuck on the way.

"I don't want to say'sorry' anymore." His voice was very low, and he didn't know if it was for Shu Jun or himself.

For some reason, the corpse beast was waiting by the side obediently, and the small swamp not far away was still screaming. Zhu Yanchen closed his eyes and dashed through the scared corpse handler and shouted: "Turn on the purifier, (Zhenzhen) crushes the marsh!"

The corpse handler obviously didn't intend to investigate where the two men emerged. She trembled and began to move to the nearest (fuck cao) stage. Starting the purification machine is not a task that can be solved by pressing a button, but she was so nervous that she could not start the station for a long time.

Zhu Yanchen stared at Shu Jun's movements, fingers on the trigger.

Shu Jun failed to bite down. At this distance, he could feel the opponent's body temperature. The temperature was like a basin of cold water, pouring him a little awake. Shu Jun knew that he shouldn't hurt him, but a force seemed to be twisting his head and burning his stomach. Shu Jun tried to open his eyes, trying to make the blurred vision clearer.

It feels a bit like struggling in a swamp.

His hand was pressing on Zhu Yanchen's (chest xiong) mouth, and his sturdy protective clothing was torn apart by him. The pitch-black claw tip left a very fine blood mark on the opponent's skin, and a little blood dripped out. Fortunately, he hadn't put a heavy hand yet, Shu Jun tried to suppress the impulse to attack, trying to adjust his breathing.

The special sound of erosive mass flowed in his ears, and the screams of women and the howling of erosive marshes rose together, the volume getting louder.

"What is that?" The woman's voice was full of fear. She even ignored the corpse beast and looked straight over. "What did you bring?!"

What is she saying?

Shu Jun shifted his gaze, and he saw his other hand-his left arm was in a semi-melted state, and the dark corroded material flowed down the skin, forming a small swamp on Zhu Yanchen's side.

"Shu Jun." Zhu Yanchen called him again.

Shu Jun moved the half-melted arm, and the corrosive mass that was originally scattered on the ground floated back into place, forming a normal arm again.

As his appearance recovered, even though the corpse handler failed to activate the purifier, the roar of the swamp eroded slowly stopped.

"...Are you more sober?" Zhu Yanchen sounded relieved.

Then he smoothly pressed Shu Jun's head into his arms, the muzzle slid up, and fired several shots behind Shu Jun. Zhu Yanchen's bullet was obviously specially made, and the hit part of the corpse beast turned into powder.

After eating a few shots, the corpse beast lost its honest appearance, and its unfixed shape (body shen) danced frantically, and rushed towards the two.

Shu Jun was not idle, he held his hands and rolled off Zhu Yanchen. The ability was activated, the storm rolled up, and the straw-like monster was blown directly onto the wall at the other end of the building.

Sure enough, the power is much better than before (强qiang), but it is also very difficult to control. The monster blew away, and even the wall was blown down. Night fog filled the room, and the interior of the building was illuminated by blood-red warning lights.

"Assuming that what you are saying is true, it is just an assumption. I guess the concentration of erosive substances in my body can no longer be measured by'concentration'."

Shu Jun glanced at his arm, and his sense of unhappiness (kuai) of being submerged in consciousness had not subsided.

He fought the marsh erosion and mutant beasts for ten years, and was familiar with various erosion conditions. The condition of his arm just now didn't seem to be corroded at all, it was more like corroded matter spontaneously forming his arm.

"You just said'Don't let it dominate you.' The corpse beast can't dominate me in an empty space, let alone the corpse handler. Although I hope you are referring to the small erosion swamp, I have other guesses."

When he first woke up, the ordinary mutant beasts passing by did not attack him. The same thing was born again on the corpse beast (fat) just now-this thing will only get close to the swamp, and it has no kindness to its own kind. If he had just become a new type of mutant beast, it would not be so polite.

He started to be wrong after hearing the whistling of the small erosion marsh. The whistling sound at the time sounded more like a temptation to confirm his identity than control.

"...Is there a swamp hidden in me?"