The sharp blade sliced through the blackened skin at the junction between his right calf and ankle. Blood gushed out.
Gu Jun's body convulsed from the pure physical pain, but his right hand that held the scalpel was still steady. He was very familiar with the structure of the human body's calves, ankles, and feet, so he knew exactly where he was cutting.
The anterolateral region of the calf, the peroneus brevis …
There was still some distance between that and the posterior tibial artery. The rupture of the peroneus brevis could be healed if it was repaired in time.
He did not plan to damage the Achilles tendon. The damage there was irreversible, but the pain that the scalpel inflicted was not enough.
He pulled his leg back, but it was to no avail. The abnormal tissue attached to the ankle and foot was still clinging tightly to it.
"Ah Jun?!" Uncle Dan noticed this and gasped. He did not understand what Gu Jun was trying to do. Furthermore, he had not even tied the artery.
"Uncle Dan, everyone, leave me be, be careful …" Gu Jun gritted his teeth. "If you're going to shoot, shoot the legs …"
It was a question that had to be decided. On all sides of them the crowd, which was being forced to advance, was already close before them, and the great tentacles were still multiplying in number out of the mist, seizing the hesitant, the broken, the revolting, and pressing them into the mire.
The voice was as cold as ever, but it was getting crazier.
Since their vision was blocked, they could not see what was happening to the man with Tourette disease and the ugly woman.
Would they sink into the swamp forever, or would they complete the so-called 'metamorphosis' …
"Stand, stand, f * ck …" Lou Xiaoning's warning was not heard by anyone in front of her. Those people were like fallen leaves blown by a gale, unable to control their bodies with their own will. Five meters, three meters, the middle-aged man who was walking at the very front was about to reach out his hand …
The finger that was placed lightly on the trigger still pressed down.
Bang!
The middle-aged man screamed. His left calf exploded in a spray of blood. His body lost its balance and collapsed into the swamp.
The gunshot stunned the people who were moving forward. Some were paralyzed from fear while others tried to turn to run … but they were all knocked back by a giant tentacle. The voice said, "That's more like it. Pain, more pain, come on, shoot, shoot, shoot! "
However, after this shot, the other fog-breakers didn't open fire, and neither did Lou Xiaoning.
They couldn't bear it.
Yu Chi tried to summon Byakee again. He had succeeded before. Perhaps he could succeed again. However, reality proved that Yu Chi's attempt only served to confuse his mind further. Peacock and Malachite tried to use their Ancient Seal but it was useless. Nothing seemed to work here …
On the other side, another group of people, driven by the strong wind, had reached Grant Bell.
He still had to shoot … Bang, bang!
The gunshot rang out again, but there was no flesh or blood. It was too close, too late. The gun barrel was grabbed by someone, and there were others who rushed forward to grab his hands, legs, and body. A short and fat man raised his head and raised his hand to grab the throat of this tall man.
"Let go …" Grant Bell's voice was muffled, and his face was red. He tried to break free from their attacks.
Uncle Dan, Feng Peiqian, and the rest wanted to rush forward to help, but they were too busy dealing with other people who were rushing at them.
Grant Bell was proficient in fighting, so he should have been able to take down an ordinary person with such a physique and strength in one blow. However, he soon found that the right hand that was strangling his throat was so strong that he could not break it with both hands. More and more attacks were coming at him.
"Ah …" A dark-skinned and stocky man grabbed Grant Bell's right hand. He grabbed a finger and bit down with all his might.
The skin tore and the finger bone cracked. Grant Bell suddenly screamed in pain …
The ring finger of his right hand was bitten off. Blood gushed out from the stump … More blood gushed out from other parts of his body. Another finger, another finger, left hand, right hand … Grant Bell's face was turning purple. Both of his eye sockets were poked out by the broken fingers …
"See, this is the Positive Choice that you're used to looking up to! Positive choice, you haven't experienced enough pain, weak weak weak! "
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
A series of gunshots rang out. Lou Xiaoning had no choice but to fire at the legs of the people surrounding Grant Bell.
The bullets pierced through the men's legs, including Bale's. A large number of people fell to the ground, blood and mud splattering in the rancid air.
At the same time, the chaos around him was impacting Gu Jun's heart.
But he tried his best to endure it. He focused his attention on his calves, ankles, and feet.
When a person was training a muscle, thinking about that muscle would result in better training results. When a person was cutting a muscle, thinking about that muscle would result in greater pain. No tourniquet, no anesthesia, it was all for the sake of pain.
"Not enough, not enough pain. Weak, weak weak!"
The arrogant voice seemed to be saying an answer.
Gu Jun used the tip of the knife to drill into the peroneus brevis muscle to torture the superficial peroneal nerve. Waves of pain erupted from the superficial peroneal nerve of the sacral plexus.
Cold sweat, cold tears, and cold snot dripped down uncontrollably.
He did not know if his heart was about to stop beating, and he did not know if he was screaming in pain. The pure pain was drowning everything. He was only holding on with a willpower that he did not know where it came from. His right hand, which was already trembling violently, moved the tip of the saber again …
Another burst of pain.
His mind was almost distracted. His whole body arched, and he almost collapsed … But it was also at this time that Gu Jun vaguely noticed some changes.
The abnormal tissues attached to his feet began to tremble. On the other side, the Black Mountain Goat's uterus began to contract again …
It was working …
He was right. There was another situation that he did not think of before. He did not know if it was an illusion caused by his subconscious expectation. In his mind, the power of the City of Dusk was glowing and his body seemed to be absorbing it faster …
With a thought, he opened the new system in his mind and checked the anatomy mission that had not yet been claimed as an "unknown" mission reward.
The last time he checked, it would take more than 15 hours before he could claim it.
But now, he saw that the remaining time was 3: 26: 15. There were only a little more than 3 hours left …
Why … Could it be that this predicament, this pain, accelerated his own digestion?
The pain also gave him strength.
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