Cannon fodder is always a heartthrob in escape games [Quick Transmigration]

The jar quickly shattered into pieces all over the ground, revealing the strange creatures contained inside.

The monster's skin was translucent blue-gray, covered with pickle-like folds, and covered with viscous amber liquid, it looked like an immature chick had been forcibly stripped of its eggshell.The bones supporting the skin twisted strangely, and the deformed body curled up into a ball, still maintaining the shape of a jar.

There are two big blood-colored eyeballs on the top of the cobra-like oval head, protruding protrudingly, hanging down, accounting for a large proportion of the head, which is extremely conspicuous.

But what frightened Yan Shaoqing the most was that it seemed that all the monsters had been staring at him and Chang Siming before the jar was completely broken. More explicit.

"Woo-woo-"

From the monster's open mouth came out one after another whining sounds, filling the entire room.

At the same time as the sound sounded, the monster stretched out its limp hands and feet, arched its spiked back, and slowly crawled towards Yan Shaoqing and Chang Siming.

"Just look at him, don't come close."

Chang Siming put Gu Jinghui on the ground, gave Yan Shaoqing a concerned warning, then pulled out two short knives from his portable space, turned around and rushed towards the group of monsters in the basement.

The connected short knives swirled in all directions, and the blades slashed across the monster's skin and limbs, as if touching a tender piece of fresh tofu, instantly cutting it to pieces, beyond recognition.

Reddish-brown viscous liquid splashed out from the exploded body. Apart from the pungent bloody smell, it also carried a few faint scents of wine, which was quite different from the liquid in the transparent glass bottles on the wine rack. Kind of similar.

These monsters were horrific in appearance and had shrill voices, but their attack power was very weak. They were completely vulnerable in front of Chang Si Ming, and they had no power to fight back.

But in just 5 minutes, all the monsters were buried under the two flying knives, and the basement once again returned to its previous silence.

"Too weak." Chang Siming looked at the mess left in the room, and muttered to himself in a low voice with disdain.

Seeing that the game can be cleared, he thought that Shu Baili would give him a few powerful characters in a hurry to make him feel addicted, but it turned out to be such a thing.

Chang Siming put away the dagger regretfully, and went back to the wine cellar.

"boom!"

Just when Chang Siming stepped into the door of the wine cellar, the heavy iron door suddenly closed by itself.

There is no handle on the inside of the iron door, not even a chain hole, it looks like a smooth metal plate embedded in the wall.

"How could this be?"

Yan Shaoqing walked to the door and groped carefully on the iron plate.

The door is tightly closed, and it cannot be pushed open from the inside, and there is no mechanism that can be pressed on it.

Perhaps the mechanism to open the door is hidden in this wine cellar, but the wine cellar covers at least a hundred square meters, and it is extremely difficult to find it.

"Leave it alone." Chang Siming gently grasped Yan Shaoqing's shoulders, dragged him slowly into the room, and by the way, used the other hand to lift Gu Jinghui, who was lying on the ground, "Anyway, it's just a door." It's just an ordinary iron door, and closing it can temporarily resist the monsters that attack outside. After the boy is cured, he can force it open."

Yan Shaoqing: "..."

Chang Siming led Yan Shaoqing into a room in the far left corner of the wine cellar. The room was only a few square meters in size, and there was a small bed covered with a quilt against the right wall.

On the opposite side of the small bed are two old iron tables put together side by side, filled with bottles and jars of various shapes and colorful unknown medicines, the fragrance and smell mixed together, making the room There was an indescribably strange smell.

Chang Siming threw the unconscious Gu Jinghui on the bed casually, walked to the iron table, glanced at the table, and reached out to pick up one of the medium-sized long-necked flasks. There was still a small half of the bottle left in the flask that was crystal clear. mint liquid.

"It should be this." Chang Siming handed the flask to Yan Shaoqing, glanced at Gu Jinghui who was lying on the bed out of the corner of his eye, and frowned slightly, "But he's the one who's going to die What a ghost, how can I make him drink the medicine?"

"It's not easy, let's feed it with your mouth." Bajiao's frivolous voice suddenly sounded in his head, and he followed up with Chang Siming's words, "Isn't it always done like this in TV dramas?"

Yan Shaoqing replied to Bajiao very affirmatively: "Don't think about it, Chang Siming and Gu Jinghui have already had a grudge, and with his personality, he will definitely not agree to feed medicine in this way."

Bajiao snickered, and cast an ambiguous look at Yan Shaoqing, "Even if he doesn't feed you, aren't you still here?"

Yan Shaoqing glanced at Chang Siming's face, smiled wryly and said nothing, if he were to feed him with his mouth, it would probably be unnecessary to save him, it would be more straightforward to cut Gu Jinghui first.

"How about we try again and see if we can wake him up?" Yan Shaoqing looked at Gu Jinghui in embarrassment, and suggested aloud.

Chang Siming nodded, walked to the bed, raised his hand, and slapped Gu Jinghui hard on the cheek on the right side.

"Snapped!"

A reddish palm print instantly appeared on Gu Jinghui's pale skin, but he was still unconscious and did not respond.

Yan Shaoqing's heart trembled slightly with that merciless palm, Chang Siming was clearly venting his anger where he was calling someone.

As if one slap wasn't enough to dispel hatred, Chang Siming immediately raised his hand again, and saw that the second slap was about to land on Gu Jinghui's left cheek.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden violent impact outside, stopping Chang Siming's movements in mid-air.

"Boom!"

Just as Yan Shaoqing and Chang Siming walked out of the room, there was a second impact on the big iron door of the wine cellar.

"Ding! Sting—"

The impact stopped, but some metal object hit the outside of the iron door and rubbed back and forth against the door panel, making a piercing sound.

"Who is it that ruined the dessert I kept in the jar?" The man's shrill cry full of anger sounded from outside the door, "Open the door and apologize, or I will be angry."

"It's me." Chang Siming had already walked to the door, and replied coldly in a provocative voice, "If you are not convinced, you can come in and find me yourself. The key has already been inserted into the doorknob, you are blind ?"

Chang Siming wasn't sure if it was possible to open the door from the outside in this situation, and he said that just to annoy the other party.

The man outside the door was silent for a moment, and said with a sinister smile: "Jie Jie, it turns out that he is the retired store manager. If that's the case, I'll use you to make dessert!"

"crunch-"

The door hinges turned quickly, and the iron door opened towards the inside. Outside the door stood a skinny man, without any clothes on his body, holding a blackened kitchen knife in his hand.The original head was replaced by a large lump of black charcoal covered with pits, and there were two scorched large pincers growing from the top.

Although the body shape has changed a lot, it can be said that Shaoqing still recognized the monster's identity at a glance, probably because the protein and fat were burned by the fire, so the strong kitchen knife man degenerated into the monster in front of him. This reed stick.

"Hey, cookie, what a coincidence."

The moment the hemp man opened the door, he smelled Yan Shaoqing's breath. He was waving the big pliers, and his voice was full of joy.

"The joke you made this time was too much. Thanks to the flesh and blood on the ground, I recovered quickly. It's a pity that my eyes were all burnt and I couldn't see you, but I could still smell you. "The tangy aroma made the hemp man involuntarily secrete saliva, swallowing from time to time, "It's so delicious, it's time for you to make it up to me!"

The stick man extended one of the pliers and grabbed Yan Shaoqing's direction, but was blocked by a short knife that appeared out of the sky.

"when!"

The pliers were clamped on the sharp blade, unable to advance any further.

The stick man gradually increased the force on the pliers, trying to cut off Chang Siming's short knife with brute force.

"Honey, it's too dangerous to stay here, you go back to the room and wait." Chang Siming turned his head with ease, and smiled at Yan Shaoqing, "Wait for me for 3 minutes, and he will come when he's done."

"Who is your dear? Don't be too arrogant!" The hemp man shouted angrily, then stretched out another pliers, and pinched towards Chang Siming.

"when!"

Chang Siming also raised the second dagger at the same time, blocking the pliers.

Yan Shaoqing retreated to the door of the hut, instead of entering the house, he stood at the door, intending to watch the battle between Chang Siming and Ma Gannan.

"Qingqing, this is a good opportunity!" Bajiao said excitedly.

"What chance?" Yan Shaoqing asked suspiciously.

"Give Gu Jinghui some medicine while Chang Siming is away." Bajiao urged with anxiety, "If this drags on, Gu Jinghui will die."

Mouth-to-mouth feeding, isn't that equivalent to kissing?

For this, Yan Shaoqing refused in his heart, but in order to complete the task, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go into the room, picked up the bottle of potion on the table, drank it down, and put it in his mouth.

He has always disliked taking medicine, but fortunately, the liquid has no peculiar smell, it tastes like clear water, and it also has a faint jasmine fragrance.

Yan Shaoqing walked to the side of the bed, slightly opened Gu Jinghui's jaw with both hands, bent down and pressed his lips against the other's lips, and slowly put the medicine into Gu Jinghui's mouth, some of the medicine overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but everyone Some were successfully poured in.

After feeding the medicine, he straightened up and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"when!"

Suddenly there was the sound of metal falling to the ground behind him, he was slightly startled, and turned his head to look.

Chang Siming stood just outside the door, his face livid, with faint anger burning between his brows, and his blue eyes were deep, shrouded in a misty cold mist, like thin ice floating in the sea.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Liyu for the landmines, ok (づ￣3￣)づ