It turns out that no matter how weird things are, they still follow some basic rules, at least in the normal world.
Having said that, what is a normal world? Kupu has no commendable understanding of this. Since he is not in a dream, then a world where "people" can disappear out of thin air and appear behind them can really exist.
Is this a normal world?
However, this ability obviously does not come with any effects such as strong vitality and resurrection from the dead. Juqi's attacker still complies with the principle that "the brain cannot function when the iron piece is embedded."
Kupu walked around Yin Feng, and with his left hand hanging down, he came to the enemy who was lying on the ground, kicked the dagger out of his hand, and gave the collapsed pumpkin-like head a blow to ensure that he would not wake up again.
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The wound on the left shoulder worsened after excessive activity, and a knife on the waist limited the force exerted. Worried about insufficient force, irrational worries made him add a few more blows to the body. It was not until he heard Yin Feng's uncomfortable dry cough that he noticed the guy's upper body.
It already bears a striking resemblance to the raw materials used in meat pies.
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In order for the two people present to enjoy this delicacy safely for the rest of their lives, he had better stop now to avoid further causing bad associations.
"You've been really helpful." He said this with a strange image while holding a weapon still stained with an unknown substance. He casually rubbed the hammer head on the attacker's clothes. They wouldn't complain now anyway.
As all the targets fell, the emotion-driven power ebbed from the body, and fatigue and fear quickly replaced it. Just a little bit short of it. If it weren't for Yin Feng's bold move, he would probably be on the way to personally confirm the existence of the Kingdom of Heaven.
He immediately realized that what he should do was not to praise her for her good job, but to consider whether this scene would have a negative impact on a child.
"You have to know, they deserved it." Kupu turned the corpses one by one and observed Yin Feng's condition.
The latter just furrowed his eyebrows, covered his mouth and let out a cough that scratched his throat with acid reflux. It looked like he just felt a little nauseous, which was far from the behavior of the little girl in Coop's imagination.
In a way, it was better than Coop. He didn't know if he would vomit if he looked at those sunken and loose facial features a few more times.
Yin Feng didn't need to be enlightened. She picked up the wooden handle of the dagger with two fingers and drained the blood on the wet rust. "Thank you, I know."
When this too-young colleague arrived, Kupp had somewhat criticized Kraft's intentions, but her insensitivity to humans losing their normal form and consciousness made people feel that there was something not simple behind it.
He didn't want to know the specific details of this desensitization process, and if someone asked him why he didn't like dreaming, he wouldn't get an answer.
"Will you go and see Peter? I just saw him stabbed." Coop found a place to lean on beside the bed and tentatively touched his lower back, but the bleeding had not completely stopped.
Not only does the body not feel as hot as after physical activity, but the fingertips feel cold, and the flow of warm body fluids takes away much more than body temperature.
The kidnapped woman had escaped long ago, and there were only three people left alive at the scene. If measures were not taken in time, there would only be two left alive tomorrow morning unless something unexpected happened.
Yin Feng put his finger under Peter's nose, waited for a few seconds, nodded to Coop, and went to look at the wound on his back.
The strands of linen fibers were stirred into the knife wound and became sticky and tangled. After tugging twice, she decisively gave up on this fruitless attempt and picked up the dagger to open the clothes.
This weapon seems to have been regarded as a trophy by her, similar to how some species of birds will pick up small objects of interest.
"I don't know, if he can get through it, he'll probably be fine?"
Coop didn't want to stand up, so he glanced at the back of the torn clothes from a distance and felt that the girl was quite neat in her work. Peter's wound hadn't stopped bleeding, but it wasn't to the point where it was bleeding like a fountain. Fortunately, he didn't die.
"Wrap a loop of cloth around his waist and tie it tighter." The position of the lower back near the spine seemed to be mentioned in training as important internal organs that would cause serious problems if injured. Kupp thought for a while, maybe it might be called
kidney?
This was of little help. The teaching was limited to teaching him how to protect himself, but there was no way to treat him. Yin Feng had to help with bandaging.
In this regard, his evaluation was: If Peter does not die tonight, he can live until tomorrow morning. Then let Kraft come and see if there is still a chance.
No, that's not what happened. Coop was shocked to see the paradox. If he was attacked like this, then Kraft and William would suffer much more than that.
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"run!"
Kraft pulled up William, who had just woken up from a dream. The latter had just fallen into a state of trance and chaos. He was stunned by the faces that appeared one after another from the darkness like blisters, and unconsciously reached out to touch them.
If he hadn't been awakened, it seemed like he would have gone up and kissed her.
Needless to say, William threw his legs and followed Kraft, and the two ran wildly in the gray cave.
"Can you send us back?" William's ghost exclaimed. If he was in hell just now, then where he is now is beyond the scope of his knowledge. "The thing that made the hole should have left, right?"
"No, I need time!" The man holding the torch stepped on the wall and turned a big bend. He took the time to reply between rapid breathing, "Watch your step!"
William jumped up reflexively and crossed a horizontal stone sill like intestinal folds. It was hidden in the intricate shadows, waiting to teach the wrong person the last lesson in life. Always remember to pay attention to your steps.
As soon as I landed on the ground, a stone hit my toe. Through my boots, I felt as if I had broken my toe, "Ouch!"
"Can't you try it now?"
"Can you run and look at the chart?" Craft asked, wasting precious breathing space while fleeing, it was simply a joke with his life.
"If you take me out, it's not non-negotiable!" The captain grabbed the waistband of his trousers with one hand and loosened the belt with a hasty jump. The trousers kept sliding down from the belly, and the cold wind made the navel area feel cold.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Kraft ignored him. The needle-like headache was still interspersed behind the skull plate, with a tendency to develop towards the forehead and behind the nose. The cave space intensified the narrow and cramped pain.
It feels claustrophobic, but running at full strength feels like crawling in an endless spliced roller channel.
The numb running became even more troublesome when a fork in the road appeared ahead - a staggered intersection, and another passage passed diagonally, as if it had been tilted at an angle and returned to the original mine.
However, Kraft clearly remembered that this was not the case. The direction they were traveling was away from the mine. This was a different intersection.
On the front, he saw white impurities emerging from the darkness, a flat nose exposed, a soft white extension that was more miserable than the gray-white rocks, and several unseen local faces smiling vaguely at them.
"Left!" Kraft decisively led the way to turn left.
Although he didn't know what was on the left, it looked like it was going uphill, which was better than continuing downhill.
"Wait...wait for me..."
The uphill climb was quite difficult, and William was out of breath while running. However, the shock of meeting the pale, broad face inspired his body's potential that he didn't have when he was young, supporting him to keep up with the torch ahead.
As long as there is a little hope, no one would want their face to appear in it.
So this hellish race got a playoff. The two leading runners squeezed every alveoli in their lungs until they could taste the rust from the airflow in their mouths. They felt that they could no longer get away enough, so they might as well use their last strength to figure out how to die.
Be decent.
When they stopped on this endless uphill road, there were only uneven sounds of wheezing and coughing in the cave, and the disturbance of the carapace's limbs had faded away.
Kraft lit up a second torch and handed it to William, the aperture expanded, and there was no sign of those faces for the time being.
"Are we...safe for the time being?" William touched his wet cheek with his sleeve, "Would you like to try your 'magic'? I've thought about it clearly. Maybe it's better to die by being crushed."
"I disagree." The young "wizard" shook his head and pressed William's shoulders, closing his eyes and holding an object in his sleeve. William guessed that this was a precursor to activation, just like the legendary wizard who had to recite a spell before casting a spell.
However, Kraft does not need it. Does this mean that his level is relatively high?
"Hell!" A curse interrupted the unfounded speculation. The hand on his shoulder was released, and for the first time, a look of uncertainty took over Kraft's face.
"It shouldn't be like this, we don't have holes in it."