Prodigy Mr. Yunying escaped from death, found a corner to hide, chest hot pain, a touch are wet blood. Although it is not too clear to see, but I think the injury is not shallow, this injury is very dangerous, even if there is no blood loss and die, it is difficult to escape the infection and festering pain and death.
Perhaps physical exhaustion.
Perhaps too much blood loss.
Cloud Eagle's brain the more he thought the more chaotic, double eyelids lead-like more and more heavy, really want to close his eyes to rest for a while, absolutely can not.
This dangerous place does not know how many deadly creatures, the smell of blood from the wounds will definitely attract those guys, if you fall asleep now it means that you will never wake up again.
It hurts, it's exhausting, it's getting close to the limit, death might be a relief.
Cloud Hawk pressed this thought back, not yet out of the ruins, not yet out of the wilderness, not yet fulfill the promise, die here and how can be willing, the old man will laugh, must live!
The desire for survival burned again like a stubborn fire.
Cloud Eagle took off the blood-soaked rags, pulling a few cloths to wrap the wound tightly, he must find the exit as soon as possible, leaving this damn ghost place!
Surrounded by fluorescent green algae can barely guide forward in the darkness, just intricate underground passages, there is no sense of direction, bewildered and do not know where to go.
That subtle feeling appeared again, as if something was clearly calling out to him.
Cloud Eagle is not sure if this feeling is real, but things are now no road can go, simply give fate completely to the sixth sense, began to jog along the complex structure of the underground passage.
The physical condition was getting worse and worse.
And yet this place was as complicated as a maze.
Cloud Eagle whole spend tens of minutes still did not go out, the feeling in the underworld is getting stronger and stronger, when he looked ahead, surprisingly between to a hidden emitting light exit.
Arrived!
Arrived!
This must be the exit. Finally!
Screw the diggers. Right now I just want to live!
Cloud Eagle was ecstatic and accelerated his steps, and when it was time to walk out, Cloud Eagle was suddenly stunned, and his face froze with an expression of - no! No!
Damn!
Here is simply a four or five passages intersection, the so-called light is a bonfire emanating fire, the corner of the wall is full of a handful of neat bone spears and tools, a large number of air-dried bacon was hung up by iron hooks, so that the cloud eagle feel chilled to the core is that at least thirty to forty sweepers in the inside!
Where is this an exit? It's the sweepers' lair!
Instead of finding the exit, they came to the center of the labyrinth?
Four or five scavengers whose hands and feet were tied were captured alive by the sweepers and thrown on the ground like slaughtered animals, all as if they were dead, desperate and fearful, but their mouths were firmly blocked, and they couldn't make a sound.
The sweepers are cruel.
Their fate is destined to be very tragic.
There are big and small sweepers, no matter adults or children, their appearance is similar, covered with dendritic sarcomas like a tree man, these sweepers have mutated their bodies but can reproduce, and they can also stabilize the mutation and pass it on to the next generation, which is very rare in the wilderness.
Sweepers are gathered together, kneeling in front of a high ladder, their mouths chanting and saying something indistinctly, as if they were worshipping like devout believers.
At the top of the ladder was a dark gemstone that was not bound by the laws of gravity, and was suspended in the air on the steps, a supernatural phenomenon that made these ignorant sweepers fearful, so they worshipped it as if it were a divine object!
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Cloud Eagle was also shocked!
What in the world is this thing?
Cloud Eagle had an indescribable feeling, the marvelousness that transcended the senses, the source of which seemed to be in the midst of this magical gemstone, and it was this gemstone that emitted some sort of sound from above that guided Cloud Eagle to this place, so much so that when seeing this gemstone for a moment, he was a little lost in thought.
After all, is an ordinary lowly scavenger, how ever seen such a magical thing ah!
The Sweeper Worship Ceremony was about to end, two Sweepers carried out a guillotine-like tool, and several of the five bound captives dragged over, they pulled the huge guillotine being pulled apart, and a scavenger's hands were pressed up.
"Don't, don't! Ah!"
The thick guillotine clicked violently.
Two palms were amputated alive, and as the scavenger wailed piteously, the other four scavengers were completely paralyzed with fear, all incontinent. The scavengers picked up the spray of blood in containers and poured it down on the young children.
The skin of these mutants seemed to have the ability to absorb moisture, and when the blood was poured on them it was quickly absorbed. Dozens of Sweepers began to go on a rampage, brutally slicing the scavenger's arms into segments with guillotine blades, almost as if they were slicing carrots, and threading them through iron bars in preparation for smoking.
Brutal!
Madness!
These twisted monsters love to torture other creatures for fun!
A few scavengers screamed in frantic misery, pulling Cloudhawk back to reality, and he shook his head vigorously, snapping back to his senses as he broke out into a cold sweat by himself.
Cloudhawk couldn't wait to slap himself!
How could he still be dumbfounded in this situation? Simply do not want to die, this is everywhere dangerous sweepers, if caught will be like these poor scavengers, first be alive to cut the hands and feet into sections, suffered countless tortures before dying.
Run at once!
Cloud Eagle carefully stood up and stepped back.
At this time, the last scavenger was untied from the ropes and was preparing to put on the guillotine for chopping hands, stimulated by endless fear and desire for survival, he unexpectedly burst out with superhuman strength, violently breaking free from the sweepers, escaping from the hands of a couple of sweepers, and was frantically rushing towards the passageway.
Useless struggle.
One of the sweepers' iron hooks flew over and grabbed the foot, causing the scavenger to fall to the ground, and as he was about to be pulled back, from his angle he could just about see Cloud Eagle tiptoeing through the passage.
Cloudhawk's heart fluttered, already sensing something bad, and he hastily retreated back to his original place.
Too late.
"Help!"
"Help!"
"Come and help me!"
As the scavenger was dragged back, his ten fingers clawing deep marks in the ground, those nails shattered open all senseless, he was shouting hysterically and frantically.
He knew it was impossible to be saved.
But his survival instinct made him like a drowning man, who would not let go of even a single straw!
Cloud Eagle felt chills run up his spine and once again felt a strong crisis!
The sweepers immediately stopped their revelry, all of them showing a suspicious look, and a few of them picked up their spears and assumed a guarded demeanor.
Finished.
They've been discovered!
The scavenger was dragged back and speared straight to the ground as four or five other sweepers slowly approached with weapons in hand.
Dangerous aura enveloped him, which made him feel a strong sense of suffocation, some of them could not help but tremble, and drew a sharp piece of iron from his waist, which was the only weapon now.
Fight back?
There was no way a small iron piece could threaten a sweeper, any sweeper could easily kill him!
Run away?
Cloud Eagle couldn't run away from the sweeper, the previous time was pure luck, this kind of luck couldn't happen a second time, not to mention that there was no more strength to run!
Can only wait for death?
Death may not be terrible, waiting for the death process, and the despair of being powerless to resist, this is the real torment!
Cloud Eagle couldn't think of any way to deal with it, and with every step forward of the sweepers, death was one point closer.
A few sweepers also felt strange, they didn't hear any sound, was there really something hiding somewhere? No matter what, it was better to go and take a look!
The sweepers approached, five meters, four meters, three meters ......
Cloud Eagle's hands were full of sweat, and he held his breath as hard as he could not dare to breathe, and he could only pray desperately in his heart, don't come over again, don't ever come over again!
This prayer is useless.
The sweeper still came over, Yun Ying gripped the iron piece tightly, his body tensed up, anyway, it's all dead, then another handful of good!
Sweeper epidermis is very tough?
Then stab the eyes!
The Sweeper could see Cloud Eagle after two more steps, and Cloud Eagle was already ready to attack, but at such a moment, from the direction of the passageway on the other side, a few crisp gunshots came violently, which were especially piercing in the silent space.
It was that fat man!
This damn guy, he threw in the scavengers as bait, in order to step on the traps and help them attract attention, when the scavengers died a horrible death almost, they can follow the traces, find the nest of the sweepers and launch a sneak attack on the sweepers?
Damn!
Insidious bastards!
Because of him, dozens of scavengers died tragically, and because of him, Cloud Eagle almost died as well.
But now it had to thank him!
Two gunshots were not far away, Fatty led his men to kill the sweepers' lair, these sweepers could not turn a deaf ear, immediately all copied their weapons and gathered in the direction. Those few sweepers who were close to discovering Cloud Eagle also followed suit and joined the line of resistance against the intruders.
The dozens of sweepers walked away cleanly!
From the passageway immediately came an unusually intense fight!
That fat white man, that strong black man, and seven or eight mercenaries, can they beat so many dangerous sweepers? Cloud Eagle left his hiding place with a big breath, his brain was dizzy from lack of oxygen, and he only had one thought, run!
The moment Cloud Eagle put it into action, but then suddenly hesitated.
That jewel!
This gem seemed unusual, the sweepers had gone to resist the mercenaries, so why not take a chance and steal this gem while you were at it?
Normal people would run away from death as if they had no life, Yun Ying's kind of thinking was undoubtedly very different, but being born humble and ordinary, he was not willing to give up any opportunity that could potentially change his fate. He had already vaguely sensed that there might be something unexplainable about this gemstone!
Take a chance!
Cloudhawk rushed into the sweeper's lair, stepping over the ground full of messy broken bones, and the walls on both sides were devoid of fluorescent green algae, having been painted with pigments in all sorts of strange patterns.
Its content was a group of ugly and evil mutants that were clustering around an equally ugly and incomparable creature, and these mutants that looked like tree people were perhaps one of the mutants.
The creature in the center of the picture that was clustered in the center was very tall, they were wearing strange leather armor, and in the role of commander-in-chief, they were leading the ugly mutants against their enemies. Their opponents were normal humans with loaded guns, and the commander-in-chief of these normal humans was another tall and glorious creature.
One evil and ugly like a demon, and one glorious like a heavenly god.
On one side were twisted and disgusting mutants, and on the other side were very normal humans!
This is clearly the battle between darkness and light, evil and justice, too many murals, do not have the heart to see.
Cloud Eagle quickly rushed towards the steps, get the gem, get out of here, and nothing else!
When Cloud Eagle held this thought and was about to ascend the steps, he suddenly felt another sense of crisis, which forced him to immediately stop violently as a javelin shot over at a fast speed.
Whoosh!
It almost flew past the tip of his nose.
If Cloud Eagle hadn't stopped halfway, I'm afraid it would have been pierced!
Although ten thousand times lucky to brush shoulders with the god of death, but the cloud eagle still feels fear, he did not think and did not realize that this place actually still has sweepers and did not leave ...... this time in any case can not be avoided!