Right now, right now.

Two soft, boneless arms emerged from the door.

They were like dexterous snakes, attacking at the blind spot behind Bu Liuxing and Jiang Xueming at the moment they completely relaxed their vigilance.

In an instant, these two arms were like sharp knives, cutting open the nylon buckle bag of the quick-draw gun holster.

Jiang Xueming only felt a lightness on his waist. When he came to his senses, the holster and pistol were gone!

There was a bone-chilling pain in his brain, and his [inspiration] told him at this moment that a disaster was imminent.

The moment he turned his head, Jiang Xueming saw dozens of soft and greasy tentacles emerging from the dark door of the foreign-style building. They were just a hair away from shooting stars.

Ah Xing still had a sneer on his face, as if he didn't know what was going on.

Xueming almost gave up thinking. He didn't hesitate at all. Before the brain's synapses activated, and before logical thinking gave the answer, his body started to move.

He violently knocked Ah Xing's heavy and strong body two or three steps away.

After a burst of crackling noise.

Those tentacles have already tightly wrapped around Xueming's upper body.

He was dragged all the way back and sat down on the gravel.

He wanted to reach for the firearm that fell to the ground, but he couldn't reach it.

He felt that his arms were weak and he was no match against these cold gray tentacles.

"A Xing, go get the gun...A Xing..."

These weird bare tentacles dragged him back to the house little by little.

Jiang Xueming shouted: "A Xing!"

Bu Liuxing covered his head, still struggling to wake up from the torture of [inspiration]. He struggled, picked up the pistol from the ground, and ran to Xueming.

After stumbling and falling several steps along the way, Ah Xing saw Xueming's appearance clearly.

"Shoot at the door! Hit her!" Jiang Xueming ordered sharply.

The piercing sound of gunfire rang out, except for the first bullet that hit the door. Bu Liuxing's hands were shaking like a Parkinson's patient.

"I still have bullets in my body! Keep shooting!" Jiang Xueming felt the tentacles on his body twitching when the first gunshot was fired. "You hit the target, well done! Don't be discouraged, keep shooting!"

Bu Liuxing panted nervously. He saw Xueming's body sinking into the abyss little by little, and the huge pressure made him breathless.

He removed the magazine from Xueming's MOLLE, and it was not easy to reload it - this was his first time using a gun, and it was also his first time trying to reload it.

He tried several times inserting and removing the magazine.

These fatal mistakes seemed so stupid and incompetent to him. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot. His nose and tears flowed out together.

"Brother Ming...Brother Ming, don't be afraid...Brother Ming...Brother Ming...I'm sorry, Brother Ming...I'm sorry...right..."

He said he was comforting Jiang Xueming, but Bu Liuxing was actually comforting himself crazily.

"Keep fighting." Jiang Xueming's body was still some distance away from the foreign-style building, about ten meters. He struggled to stand up and twist his waist, trying to resist the strange force of the tentacles on his body.

"Your hands...Brother Ming...your hands..." Bu Liuxing caught a glimpse of Xueming's weird body posture when fighting these tentacles - the two arms seemed to be disconnected from the upper limbs.

Turned completely backwards.

Jiang Xueming rolled his eyes, beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from his forehead, and his expression was twisted and painful: "It's dislocated, little girl, have you never seen a dislocation? Don't ask, it just doesn't hurt, keep shooting!"

Bu Liuxing gritted his teeth, raised the muzzle of his gun and fired another round of bullets.

Smelly blue blood flowed from the door.

Jiang Xueming's spirit was shaken, and he felt that his dislocated arms seemed to have a chance to breathe. His expression was ferocious, and he tried to break free from these tentacles.

He growled: "Axing, don't stop, keep shooting."

Bu Liuxing was not as panicked as before. This time he changed the bullet much faster. In just a few seconds, he fired another shuttle. When the bullets were fired and the gun hung up, he was still pulling the trigger, like a machine.

He still completed the order as if he was numb.

The hit rate was very poor, with only two or three bullets exploding blood in the shadow of the door.

"Hold your breath when you pull the trigger..." Jiang Xueming felt that his body was still retreating. He still couldn't resist this huge force and still couldn't escape: "Don't be anxious, don't be afraid...don't let fear destroy you."

Bu Liuxing took out the last few magazines from Xueming's body.

He widened his eyes and sprayed out gunfire and anger.

When he reached the last box, he was almost desperate.

He looked at Jiang Xueming still slumped on the ground, with his back already pressed against the steps of the porch. He was still a few steps away from being completely dragged into the gate of the foreign-style building by these tentacles.

"Cut my clothes... Use a knife to cut my clothes... Be careful, Ah Xing, try to stay as far away from me as possible, don't get entangled with these things. Don't cut these tentacles, the blue blood inside them

I wonder what the hell is going on!" Jiang Xueming hasn't given up yet, his two arms have been twisted and deformed, and he can hear the clear sound of bones cracking.

Bu Liuxing didn't say a word nonsense. His emotions were on the verge of collapse and he almost lost his voice.

He took out the whaling knife on his leggings, carefully opened the cuffs and cut the lining. Under the protection of the stab-proof suit, he cut open the body armor.

These few dozen seconds.

Bu Liuxing feels like decades have passed.

"Is it okay? Can I get out?" Jiang Xueming regained his composure, "I remember there is one last magazine, right?"

Bu Liuxing was still cutting off clothes without raising his head: "Bullets are useless against this naughty widow...didn't we see it before? Her regeneration ability is too strong. And I can't shoot accurately..."

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Jiang Xueming said: "But you can hit me. If I can't go back, you take away the diary and mobile phone. I..."

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"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Bu Liuxing lay on the steps, holding Xueming's arm and continued to cut: "Your hand, Brother Ming, your hand... your hand, if you go back... let me

Your sister saw your hands...I have to make the girl cry again..."

"I would recommend her to listen to JJ Lin." Jiang Xueming pouted and rolled his eyes: "After all, I am a man who can do [back-to-back hug]."

"Ha..." Bu Liuxing blew his nose hard, and the fun-loving man was really amused, "I now suspect that your madness index is seriously exceeded, Brother Ming."

After such a torment, the pressure in Ah Xing's heart gradually dissipated.

With a final kick, he finally pulled Xueming out from the grip of the tentacles.

The two of them fell into the mud and ran out like crazy.

But......

Jiang Xueming's tattered clothes were swaying in front of the gate of the foreign-style building.

Dozens of tentacles were twisting wildly, quickly transforming into a pair of pale and tender arms.

The faceless lady held a pink mobile phone and Jiang Xueming's diary. As if provoking, she raised her finger at the two passengers.

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A deathly silence surrounded the two brothers.

Mindless and unhappy, he stood frozen.

Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing looked at each other.

"If you don't have that mobile phone, diary and photos, can you get a panacea?"

"I have no idea..."

"Do you want to wait for Mr. David to come?"

"I have no idea..."

"How long can your sister Jiang Bailu last?"

"I have no idea..."

"Are you sure you can deal with this widow? In that building?"

"I have no idea..."

"Where did those walking zombies out there who can talk and curse at women come from?"

"I have no idea..."

"Can you still hold things with your hands? Can you shoot?"

"I have no idea..."

It is said that the greatest fear in human hearts comes from the unknown. This series of "not knowing" seems to reflect Jiang Xueming's inner fear.

Almost at the same time, Xueming and Liuxing ran towards the gate of the mansion.
To be continued...