The sudden darkness made the man's breath tremble. Only then did he realize that because he was too focused on the environment, he had neglected the wear and tear of the flashlight.
This kind of erosion of unknown origin is still continuing quietly.
He decisively dropped the flashlight and rolled behind a broken wall. His eyes widened and he quickly adapted to the darkness spreading around him.
Pattering...
In the square inch of sky surrounded by green hedges, the rain became increasingly dense.
The man clearly remembered that there was no such heavy rain in any of the forecasts today, but the fact was that it had arrived with humidity and noise. The heavy rain poured down, mercilessly wetting and soaking everything around him.
This also includes him, including his mood.
"What's going on! Did I go the wrong way?! Why didn't they follow me? Where is this Cole KS maze? Are we really no longer in the East China Sea..."
Depressed.
unknown.
Moist.
The man's thoughts were like a mess. He knew that there were too many causes and effects to trace, but he could only lower the muzzle of his gun and wanted nothing more than to avoid the rain.
At the same time, he was so sensitive that he suddenly heard some movement in the night.
It seemed like something was moving in the darkness.
Compared with the sound of rain, this sound seemed more harsh, as if something was moving on the wet surface.
"who?"
Or something?
The man exposed half of his body from behind the bunker, slowly extended the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at the place where the sound came from, and waited quietly, motionless.
sand.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the man heard the sound again, but it was already behind him. He was so startled that he quickly turned around and locked his gaze behind him.
Behind him was an empty white land, with nothing else but a few familiar black shadows.
I remember that these things are those headless sculptures, and the guy who makes the sound is hiding behind them?
Never mind.
His intuition was like a trapped deer, tapping his heart back and forth. The man could no longer endure this instinctive uneasiness. He looked in the direction he came from and checked the bunkers on the road.
I have to leave here.
Now!
immediately!
immediately!
The man held his breath and turned into a black shadow, quickly passing through the rain. It wasn't until his back leaned against the new cover that he let out a sigh of relief.
Very good, you did a good job! The man who was comforted by the self-encouragement method got up and wanted to go to the next place again in the same way, but suddenly stopped.
What is that?
In the middle of the road, a sculpture stood abruptly, blocking him from the next bunker, motionless.
The man remembered that when he originally confirmed the direction, there was no such sculpture on the path.
An uncontrollable thought arose in his mind. He immediately looked at the feet of the sculpture and saw that under the large shield, the soil that should have been dry was actually wet!
This sculpture shouldn't be here!
It came here on its own!
I heard the sound of soil being moved before, that was it, no, it was the sound of them moving in the dark night!
He immediately retreated to the bunker, but at the same time, the rain from above his head stopped abruptly, as if a switch had been pressed.
The man raised his head suddenly, and unexpectedly saw an arm stretched across the sky.
At some point, a sculpture moved to his side!
The man immediately retreated, but his back was pressed against the wet bunker, causing pain in his heart.
But he couldn't care so much anymore. While staring at the arm, he almost used his back to get over the cover. But just as he was about to turn around and run wildly, he ran into a wet embrace again.
There was no need to even think about it. The undulating and row upon row of textures made the leader of the group think of the broken armor on the headless sculpture for the first time.
"Don't move!"
The horrified cry suddenly broke through the rain curtain. The man's reason could not withstand the repeated pressure and torture, and he finally broke down and roared. He raised his gun and aimed it at the burly arm, wanting to shoot!
Click!
His fingers clicked one after another.
Click, click, click!
However, there was no gunshot.
"ah……"
In the end, all the sounds turned into a desperate whisper. The man looked at the object in his hand that had been eroded to the point that it could no longer be called a gun, and weakly let go of his hand.
Snap.
The "pistol" immediately hit the raised rocks on the ground. With just one encounter, countless rusty parts were scattered and flying in the rain.
"No……"
The man has already seen the intertwined black shadows above his head - those are the spears held high in the hands of the sculptures. Like hunting prey in trouble, they are about to pick the final fruit called victory!
"don't want……"
Wisps of rainwater kept falling from the edge of the cold stone spear, and the raindrops kept enlarging in the man's eyes. He wanted to scream in fear, but there was no word he could say that didn't seem pale and feeble.
Poof!
A few toothpicks were pierced into the red flesh of the watermelon, and for a moment the juice splashed everywhere. The flesh that had been cut into pieces was easily picked up and brought to the mouths of the entertainers.
Xiao Di said vaguely: "Now that the thorny head has been killed by Luo Ling, what are you going to do with the remaining people? How about using that bottle of magic potion to trigger a few new fatal events to temper your temper?"
Gao Yi held a toothpick in his mouth and felt a little ashamed when he heard it. He shook his head and said: "It still doesn't work. If there are less people, I'm afraid they will collapse and want to commit suicide before they reveal any valuable information."
He could finally see that, except for the leader, the rest of the team were rookies with little practical experience. It seemed more appropriate to use one sentence to describe experience.
No one took this villa seriously, and this false information included not only them, but also the apostle.
After all, who would have thought that in this unattended villa, there would be the base of the biggest villain in the East China Sea?
Gao Yi signed another piece of watermelon, and his thoughts returned to the only point that interested him before.
Judging from Kevin's performance and dictation, it seems that Lost Paradise has mastered a certain technique to overcome the cost of technique? If that's true...that's incredible.
Gao Yi leaned on the sofa, thought for a while, and waved his hand: "You can just bring them all here. I'll let them go after I ask the questions."
"Let it go?"
"Put it at the door of the Executive Bureau. I think they should be more experienced in handling this kind of thing."
Xiao Di swallowed another piece of watermelon, flopped off the sofa, turned around and left the living room.
…
Potions room.
The three guys who had returned the same way were hiding behind the large pot that had been turned off, shivering. One of them looked at Kevin, who seemed to have experienced another skin peeling, and said in a trembling voice: "How is it? Have you found him?
?”
Next to the flickering fire, Kevin's face covered with dead skin looked a bit strange. He shook his head while shaking his head.
"No, I've searched back and forth on that road several times, and I haven't found anything at all. The leader seems to have disappeared from the world..."
"How can people disappear for no reason?"
One person's voice was trembling, but he still said firmly: "He walked in front of us. Could it be that he triggered some ambush in the maze and was forced to leave us?"
"Is it possible? Remember what the dwarf said? We may not be in the East China Sea anymore, but in the Caucasus Mountains..."
The conversation suddenly fell silent, and the three of them looked behind a large cauldron. That was the exit of the potion room, which had already been blocked by them.
At this time, behind the big pot, there was a familiar voice?