.
The light bulb hanging on the iron wall emitted a dim light, illuminating the boiling crucible and the messy metal pieces on the table.
Other than the thunder outside the door and the rainstorm falling to the ground, in the enclosed space, there was only turbid breathing like bellows.
The Red Glove was topless. He gritted his teeth and changed the bandages on his bloody upper body. When he took off the gauze stuck to his flesh, scarlet blood seeped out from behind the torn scab.
It was as if countless blades had been stuffed in. The tiny incisions opened like pink mouths and spat out scarlet saliva.
“FUXK！ That monster junior high school student from Dongxia … "
The Red Glove cursed in a low voice, picked up the spray can, and pressed it against the wound. A burst of green spray fell on his body, like sulfuric acid falling into an alkaline liquid, producing a sizzling sound.
In the suppressed roar of pain, the light green mist seemed to be alive, drilling into his wound bit by bit. Then, his entire upper body began to squirm, like a snake's nest.
He collapsed on the ground, spasming in pain, and couldn't help but scream in pain.
It was as if something was using his body as a battlefield to fight. Soon, blood clots and pieces of internal organs flowed out of his wounds. They carried a deep green color, as well as wisps of black ash.
It was the poison of Changgeng that was forcefully squeezed out from his lungs …
If it were someone else, they would have died long ago. If it weren't for his Stigmata Taksin that could temporarily zombify his body, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand the attack of fighting poison with poison.
In just a few seconds, he was already sweating profusely. Sweat mixed with rotten blood flowed out from the wound.
It was like a living corpse dragged out from a coffin by grave robbers.
But no matter what, he was still alive.
Even this near-death experience gave him a lot more confidence in advancing to the Nightmare Terrors and stepping into the fourth stage.
When the alarm clock rang, he finally had the strength to get up from the ground, picked up the pliers, and poured the silver liquid in the boiling crucible into the iron cup.
It sizzled.
That wasn't a delicious drink, it was clearly a pool of boiling metal solution!
Even if he was now half-zombified, the Red Glove hesitated for a long time after picking up the cup. Unfortunately, this temporary silver blood potion was only effective when it was in a liquid state.
He made up his mind and finished the cup in one gulp.
In the intense burning pain, he almost suspected that his esophagus and oral cavity had been burned into charcoal, but this was a necessary price.
This liquid, which was fatal to ordinary people, was actually a kind of miniature Stigmata with no grade. It was a temporary miracle carried by liquid metal, which could repair the damaged Stigmata and the body in a short time. It was like an all-purpose glue.
The technology to keep it in liquid state at room temperature was the secret of every alchemy workshop, and it was impossible for it to be leaked. Now, in a hurry, he could only prepare this version that had serious consequences.
Soon, his mangled upper body healed, and traces of metallic light could be seen from the wound. The solidified iron seemed to have fused with the flesh and blood, gluing the broken shell back together.
The intense pain also consumed his remaining energy, causing him to become even more dizzy, and he almost fainted.
His hands trembled as he fished out a package from his pocket. He opened the package and took out the incense inside, using his own Origin Flame to light it up.
Wisps of smoke crawled into his nostrils.
His pale face gradually became rosy, and his depleted energy slowly recovered under the stimulation of the incense, but it was less than one-tenth of his normal state.
After all, the convenient creation of red and blue bottles in online games was not realistic. Even if there was one, the cost was so high that one could be sold for millions of dollars. After all, it was a tool that could save a life at a critical moment.
Metal to repair the body, incense to maintain the soul, this was the daily life of every border ascendant.
Until now, he finally pulled his hand out, put the phone that had been vibrating for a long time to his ear, and answered.
"It's me, I'm still in Xin Hai."
"How's the situation?" the person on the phone asked.
"I'm injured, and I'm still losing blood. Fortunately, you gave me the Four of Spades, or else I would have been caught."
He struggled to put on his jacket with one hand. "Xin Hai is now filled with the fuse of the astronomy society, and the backup safe house has been discovered … Don't worry, I'll leave at midnight. I prepared my own escape route, and I won't leave any traces."
"Be careful. Don't stay in the present world anymore. Come back as soon as possible."
The person on the phone reminded him one last time. "Even though the wedge in Xin Hai hasn't been removed, it won't affect the big picture. Your mission has been completed. Soon, we'll be able to open the path to Demonic City … If the situation is dangerous, make the decision yourself. Prioritize your own safety."
The Red Glove hung up the phone indifferently and started to destroy all the things that he could not take with him. Soon, he was done.
The time was 11: 15 pm.
It was time to leave this city of living zombies …
Bang!
Suddenly, the sound of a collision came from afar.
The Red Glove was stunned and looked at the surveillance screen in the corner.
Someone is coming.
He opened his palm, summoned the fish tank, and lowered his head to look into the water.
Just outside the door, a red sports car crashed into a mountain of containers, and black smoke rose from it.
Car accident?
.
.
.
"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough …"
In a burst of thick smoke, Huai Shi climbed out of the car in a sorry state. He felt dizzy, and the cold rain poured down, waking him up.
He looked around blankly and saw the layers of containers piled up in the dock area, and the sea that was as cold as iron under the gloomy sky in the distance.
"We're here?"
"Yes, we're here."
The Crow, who had narrowly escaped death, flew out of the car and looked around. "Couldn't you have found a parking lot? Even if I said to be reckless, you didn't have to be so stubborn as to drive your car and barge in, did you? "
"Have you forgotten the sins you've committed?" Huai Shi glared at him. "Even if I parked the car, I don't have the money to pay the fare, okay?"
"Then why didn't you leave the car and ask Yoo Dong-ri to pay for it himself after he was discharged from the hospital?"
Huai Shi was stunned for a moment. She realized that in terms of being heartless, this damned bird was still a level higher. In terms of being black-hearted, I, Huai Shi, am willing to respect you as the strongest.
He looked around in the heavy rain, trying to distinguish the terrain, and found that he was completely confused. No matter where he was, it was the same, with all kinds of colorful containers piled up to form a crossroad.
He couldn't tell where he was at all.
Not to mention finding the Red Glove hidden among them.
They had agreed to go out and fight monsters.
They had arrived.
Monsters?
Crow pondered for a moment and suggested a bad idea. "Why don't you try shouting?"
Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, and then nodded in agreement. He raised his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Hello? Are you there? Is anyone there? Fellow countryman, open the door and send warmth … Brother Red Glove, where are you hiding? "
No one responded.
In the darkness, the Red Glove coldly looked at the reflection in the water, expressionless.
"What is it? Is it a joke? "
In an instant, the water in the fish tank rippled slightly.
The distant perspective looked around, and after making sure that no one was lying in ambush, it seemed to put down the binoculars, and then picked up something.
Then, a neat and detailed cross appeared in the mirror …
It slowly moved and aimed at Huai Shi's hood.
At the top of the crane suspended in the air, the figure covered with a dust-proof cloth crawled on the arm of the crane slowly got up, allowing the rainstorm to wash his pale skin. There was no light in his dull eyes, and only a goldfish slowly swam in them.
The heavy sniper rifle was leveled in his hands.
He held his breath.
In the painful suffocation, the deep barrel of the gun pointed forward from the pair of flat hands. The pitch-black gun reflected the endless rain in the sky.
At that moment, hundreds of meters away from the heavy rain and strong wind, the scope had already locked on to the unprepared blurry figure in the rain.
The thumb retracted slightly.
At that moment, the scene in the scope changed abruptly, and a gigantic scarlet eye emerged from it. It seemed to be staring straight at the Red Glove's face through the fish tank's reflection.
The sudden impact caused the Red Glove's hand to tremble, and he almost overturned the fish tank.
What the hell!
"What are you doing, little bro?"
The Crow, who had landed on the gun and was sneakily looking through the scope, suddenly spoke. "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to stand so high up in the rain?"
"Here … …"
As she spoke, she raised her claws and placed the item she was holding into the dumbfounded puppet's hand.
"Here's something good for you."
Under the Red Glove's control, the puppet subconsciously lowered its head and saw that it was holding a thin and long … … iron wire?
In that instant, it seemed like there was a faint azure light shining from the iron wire.
In the next second, he couldn't see anything amidst the roaring thunder.
Bang!
“Whatthefuxk!”
The Red Glove staggered back a step as if he had been struck by lightning. He subconsciously covered his forehead, feeling the pain of the split Origin Substance being burned by the lightning.
Moreover, the thing that caused him to feel even more uneasy was that strange crow. He couldn't help but think of the White Emperor's Disciple that possessed a brilliant reputation in the Eastern Xia and the young woman that always ran around with a pigeon …
He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. How many of the same batch of monsters had those lunatics under Jixia created?
If that was the case, there was no point in avoiding and hiding anymore.
Only by risking his life would he have a chance of survival.
His expression became gloomy, and he clenched his fists tightly. After hearing the sharp sound of steel shattering in the distance, he slowly pushed open the door and walked out of the container he was hiding in.
Facing the heavy rain, right in front of the crossroads between layers of piled steel, the youth's shouts came to an abrupt end.
"He actually came out?"
Huai Shi was also surprised. It was as if no one had really jumped out when he shouted that no one would save him.
"You're actually the only one?"
The Red Glove tilted his head and looked around. He didn't find any traces of other people, and his expression became colder. "The people of Dongxia are really getting worse with each generation?"
"Ah, no, you might have misunderstood."
Huai Shi waved his hand awkwardly and sighed helplessly. "Although it's not the first time we've met, it seems like I should introduce myself. However, I don't really like that kind of formality, so if you really want to find a name for me, you can call me …"
As he spoke, he took off his hood, revealing his face and the pink mask covering it.
"Huaihai Road's Little Page."
"… …"
The Red Glove was stunned.
What the hell was that?
Areyoukiddingme?
What Huaihai Road's Little Page?
It was understandable. No matter who it was, it was inevitable that they would be stunned when they saw that mask, right?
And just as he was stunned, Huai Shi, who had been preparing for this moment for a long time, pulled out Yoo Dong-ri's gun from behind his waist, pointed it at the Red Glove's face, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
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