Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

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Bullock: "Did an earthquake just now?"

Xiao stumbled up from the ground and walked around the coffin, wanting to reach out and touch it but fearing that something would happen again.Brock was surprised to find that their night vision goggles had stopped working, but they could still see everything clearly in the dark.

The coffin in front of him was too huge, with a visual height of more than three meters, and an astonishing length and width—Brock reckoned it would be as big as an IS-8 heavy tank.

It seems that the corpse of an ancient giant beast is buried inside, and a stale bloody smell can still be smelled through the thick and smooth coffin.The side of it that is in contact with the land is tightly fastened by four thick and rusty iron chains, and it is covered with complicated magic patterns with splashes of blood. It has the chill and oppression that travels through time and space, making people feel fearful.

Xiao held the edge of the coffin lid, jumped onto the lid with a few nimble jumps, touched the uneven mark in the center of the coffin, she somehow felt familiar.

An inverted triangular frame with an S-shaped letter in the middle.

Seeing Xiao curiously beating around the coffin, Bullock remained silent.

He saw some things, some gray mist, things that did not belong to this world, overwhelming and disturbing.

"Xiao, don't touch it." He didn't know when he had stood behind Xiao, and stretched out his hand to hold Xiao's shoulder.

"What's the matter?" Xiao raised his eyebrows, his sharp eyebrows gleamed, this woman seemed to have no idea what fear was, as she herself said, she was a born anti-social personality.

"Come with me," Brock walked ahead of Xiao, bypassing the giant coffin and walking in the dark space, "There are more interesting things ahead."

They walked quietly like this for an unknown number of meters, and the senses that both of them were proud of were blurred in this dark abyss, and some unknown emotions gradually spread.

Xiao actually regretted it a bit. If she called Shang Gen together, things might not develop to the present level, but it might get worse.

As time passed, Xiao shook her head in doubt. She reached out to grab something, but she missed it.

"I seem to have seen something, some..." Shorten stepped forward, trying to find an accurate term, "a huge bug."

Brock frowned, "You saw that too?"

The corners of Xiao's mouth were drooping down, his facial features were wrinkled, as if he had just eaten a plate of hairy mashed potatoes: "I saw them giving birth, it was so disgusting. Fuck—those white carrion and pus-filled fat , steaming..."

Brock didn't feel anything, no matter how disgusting he ate to survive, he was so hungry that he could smack his mouth and swallow his brains.

In comparison, those hallucinations in the fog are just hallucinations after all.

When they finally made their way through the fog to the end of the space, they were greeted with an even more shocking scene.

In front of him is a building that reaches directly into the sky. The material is as cold and transparent as crystal, and volcanic rock fragments are mixed in the gaps, scattered with colorful soft light.Its structure is honeycomb, neatly arranged, each room is hexagonal, the dry blood-colored stripes on the outer wall are twisted and twisted, and slowly swim, finally converging into groups of bright red dazzling vortexes, It is so dense that people are dizzy.

In each hive lies a sleeping corpse.

Standing in front of a building more than 30 meters high, the two people are as small as two black spots between the sky and the earth.

Brock approached a hive closest to them, and the corpses inside did not look human.He was still wearing human clothes, with human limbs on his head, but a slender and curved black-brown tail protruding from the tailbone, hard and smooth, reminded Bullock of beetles or cockroaches in some cold and damp corners.

The corpse in front of Xiao had completely lost its human form. It was just a giant cockroach that had been magnified many times, as if it had been prepared by an evil witch potion. The lower right abdomen of its body was torn open by a sharp blade, black and red His viscera, moist white muscles and smooth body fat leaked out of the gap, spreading all over the floor.

"High protein," Brock folded his arms, "If we are stuck here, we can consider relying on it to supplement our calories."

Xiao resisted the turmoil in his stomach, and said indifferently: "Then let me starve to death."

The two continued to walk along the bottom of the building, and the world view was refreshed time and time again by half-human, half-worm monsters.

Xiao and Brock were gradually dumbfounded.

The heads of those people--dark brown flat triangular shape, with a few tentacles moving without wind, and a flat and round mouth in front of the head, with a few fangs sticking out unevenly, with small wavy serrations growing on it .

"What happened to them? They were eaten by bugs?" Brock looked at the corpses whose heads had turned into bugs, and said in fear, "To be honest, it's the first time I've seen a face uglier than the Red Skull. "

"I think Deadpool is also ugly." Xiao couldn't help but go off topic.

Bullock squinted his eyes: "But he's very hot, and he's very relaxed—"

"Shut up, I don't want to hear how you and Deadpool got into bed," Xiao sat down on the ground, "To be honest, what should we do now?"

"There is no signal on the communication tool," Brock suggested, "Put a flare?"

Xiao made a guess, shook his head, and said calmly: "What if those monsters haven't died yet?" He picked up a dizzy spinning top, and said with a little confusion and disbelief: "I remember where I saw that S-shaped logo. It is the Superman of the Metropolis. He is reported on the news every day."

Bullock: "The alien in the tights over the panties?"

Xiao corrected him: "No, he doesn't wear his underwear on the outside now."

"Oh," Bullock took out an energy bar from his bag and chewed, "If you don't sleep, help me out, I'm going to sleep."

"You can still sleep now?" The grumpy female Alpha snatched it up and took a bite, gnashing her teeth on the hard light green object, annoyed by Bullock's attitude that he had nothing to do with himself.

Bullock squinted at her: "Otherwise, what else can I do? The people in the cafe will definitely find out that something is wrong tomorrow morning, and if they want to kill people to silence them, I have to gather up my energy and run for my life."

"It seems... makes sense," Xiao asked resentfully, "Aren't you curious about these things?"

Brock turned his head and gave her a strange look, and rarely said earnestly: "You will live longer if you don't meddle in your own business, and the personal test is effective."

What's more, this is not something that small characters like them can manage.

The two were silent in the darkness. Xiao watched Bullock fall asleep with the high-energy sniper bullets in his arms. He leaned against the crystal wall behind him. The sound of steady and regular breathing is extremely hypnotic.

Xiao also slowly closed his eyes.

Whenever she was cornered after a long time, she would always think of something—not that she had any meaning for Bullock, but she always felt that this incident was like an omen.By chance, they peeped into the cruel and real world of adults, and their teenage years sleeping peacefully in the cradle of the college came to an abrupt end at the same time, and the ship of fate drew anchor and set sail, taking them to their own, destined places. war.

By the time the two of them opened their eyes again, it was already the next morning.

Bullock woke up from the bed listening to the howling alarm in the dormitory, and Rollins beside him was rubbing his eyes sleepily and muttering: "Fuck, can the college change the bell, I'm about to have a heart attack... ..”

The ambiguous sunlight shone on the head of the bed, and outside the window was a rose-colored dawn that was rarely seen in the tropics. Bullock kicked Rollins off the bed, and pulled away his eyelids that seemed to be glued together.

"Wake up."

Rollins wailed: "What are you doing! Can you let me go qaq..."

Bullock asked seriously: "Did I sleep in the dormitory last night?"

Rollins almost knelt down to this guy: "Otherwise? I watched you come back, and you pulled me up for supper at night, can you still fucking sleep on the street?"

"Well," Bullock rolled over and got out of bed, "Get up quickly and go to training."

Rollins covered his head and moaned, "What are you training for? Today's competition is about to start. I'll go to the school office at seven o'clock to exchange weapons and choose a team instructor."

Brock picked up the mobile phone next to the pillow, turned on the screen, and saw that the time was still a day away from the scheduled start time of the competition.

"Isn't it tomorrow?"

"The school office sent a notice last night, saying it was early. Didn't you hear the news?" Rollins seemed to be awake. He moved from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and slowly climbed down the ladder on the upper bunk, " You've been nagging lately, and Clint came to you again last night, did you have an affair with him? Let me tell you, it's best not to provoke such innocent little virgins, they are all glass-hearted. …”

"Why are you so fucking talkative?" Bullock conveniently pulled Rollins, who was lying on the ladder like an orangutan, with one hand, and stuffed Madam Luo's mouth with a sock, "My ear hurts."

"Bah, bah, bah, bah! This is domestic violence!" Rollins spat out the socks with pouting, and ran to the bathroom to rinse his mouth to calm down.

Returning to the familiar environment of Bullock was very comfortable, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer that looked down on all the garbage: "Don't be shameless and post it, when did you become my son? Even if I beat you to death, it would be a violation of an animal protection law at most. "

Rollins groaned: "I'm going to kill you!!!"

He rushed over and was kicked over, looking all the way along the pair of black combat boots that he didn't know when he changed into. Bullock's strong chest muscles bulged the black tight short sleeves, and the biceps on his arms were bulging. The hamstrings and triceps are gleaming in the sun.

Rollins decided that he still dared not speak out.

God drank fake wine when he made him!Why create such an Omega to harm others? !