Chapter 587

The wind howls, blowing a desolate tune, dark red blood springs gush out from the swamp underground, and the red and rotten mud is also dyed red and gray in the sky.

In front of the fog on all sides, some figures stepped forward. They were those who hesitated, frightened and unwilling.

"I don't want to go up Can you let me go... "

"Let me go, let me go..."

Some of them begged and begged for mercy. They didn't want to step over the rotten mud and walk to the group of Tianxuan people in the middle. They didn't want to do what the voice asked them to do. They wanted to leave here, they wanted to go home.

At the same time, surrounded by the fog breaking team and Gu Jun, both feel that the sinister turbid gas has nearly condensed into a quality.

"Shit." Lou Xiaoning muttered and scolded. The automatic rifle in his hand was no longer aimed at Tan Jinming, but at those who came. However, the sight of the sight was aimed at this and that, and the finger pressing the trigger could not be pressed down, "Gu Jun! What should I do? Are you going to shoot them? "

This problem is also placed in front of other fog breaking people, who are obviously not members of the negative selection Life Association, they have not been changed by the dark.

Perhaps now, it is the so-called "painful surgery" of negative selection life, forcing them to undergo the so-called "transformation".

The mission of the fog breaking team is to save people, to save Gu Jun, to save Wang Ke, Cao Yicong and other colleagues, to save the people, to save the strange baby

These people are, of course, on the rescue list, in the team based mental pillars.

Deng Ximei, Yu Chi, Feng peiqian, Dan Shu, peacock, Mo Qing, and grant bell, all of them are back-to-back, but they can't fire the gun.

Those are ordinary people who are being held and kidnapped. How can they shoot them It's just that these people can become dangerous at any time.

They can't let those people get close

"I..." Gu Jun couldn't speak for a moment. Looking at the young people coming along, but there were also old people and children. His complex mood added to his anger and he cried: "Tan Jinming, Lin Jing, Bux! You don't feel mean like that? "

"You can't shoot, Captain Gu. I'll try to call bayaki again." In the rush way, next to Feng peiqian quickly stop: "you put your mind barrier resistance good! Call on bayaki. Don't you think it's not fast enough to be eroded by the darkness, and it's useless. I've tried it. I know it's no use here. "

Yu Chi is the hardest one to resist the spiritual barrier here, and his spiritual barrier is also the most ferocious.

Since the team's mental pillar tower has been set up, others have known about this, and even suffered a little bit.

Therefore, at this time, Yu Chi's ability to suppress the surge of Bux and thus weaken the dark will here is a special contribution.

"Here..." Deng Ximei also frowned and said, "if you can't fight the darkness with darkness, it will only encourage it..."

Eight automatic rifles, hand grenades and mini missiles, they couldn't find the right target.

More and more people, such as Tan Ming, are still standing in the gap between their indifference and indifference.

Gu Jun can not say "shoot" such words, and shooting may not stop all this.

He looked around and pulled his feet out of the mud, trying to find a way

What is the weakness of this place, what is the weakness of that voice

At this time, the front of those people are no longer 30 meters away from them. People can clearly see that the pain on their faces is aggravating. Their red eyes, struggling facial muscles and disorderly pleading, "let me go back, let me go back..."

A pudgy, plain looking, bespectacled young man stopped shivering, and suddenly turned from choking to howling, refusing to move on.

The man's eyes twitch and blink, his facial muscles twitch, and his voice clears his throat in a howl. It's obvious that he is suffering from Tourette's disease.

"Let me go back..." The man almost knelt down in the mud with a wail.

Suddenly, a huge black tentacle flew from the fog, grabbed the man with Tourette's disease by the throat, lifted it into the air, and slammed into the mire with a thump. The mud splashed, and half of the body of the man with Tourette's disease fell into the mire.

"Weak, weak, weak!" The voice sounded again, cold, rough, "weak!"

The man with Tourette's disease hasn't died yet. He doesn't seem to have fainted. His whole body is still moving. He must be unable to breathe. He wants to stand up

"Are you so fond of being a pile of mud and breathing all the time! Then stay in it! Weak, weak, weak! "

Around the man, other people who had stopped in succession, some continued in fear, others collapsed to the ground.

The lame child cried, and a woman in her thirties, who was ugly but stubborn, guarded the child, although they did not know each other."You are the devil The woman choked, "of course, we are two species, you are the devil!"

Another huge black tentacle suddenly flew out, holding the woman up and pushing her down into the mud

"You have experienced three failed relationships, all of which are self indulgent. Those three men just regard you as a pastime when they are bored. They just want to try a woman with high education and high talent. They don't need to think about you to give up. They never really take you seriously! Why, why, you are an excellent person, you struggle to save yourself since childhood, why can't you get happiness? Because you're ugly, that's all. No matter how hard you try, how you mix with those positive choices and attend high-level occasions, you are also a negative choice. But what you long for and what you value is something that beauties are born with, something they never value. Most of them squander their bodies. They live a superficial life that you despise. They don't read books. They are prostitutes. But if they want to, the three men you like will kneel down in front of them. Because they are choosing. "

The wind is still howling. The woman who is pressed into the mud is struggling and shaking

Why, why

Why is it so difficult

"Weak, weak, weak, pain, more pain, stronger, stronger!" As the voice said, it poured into the ears of women and others.

Those people, still moving towards the fog breaking team in the middle, have less than 20 meters left.

For the past one or two minutes, the fog breaker team could only watch, and could do nothing but make a futile attempt to shoot and hit those tentacles.

They were heartbroken to see the man and woman with Tourette's disease getting more and more stuck in the mire.

Gu Jun's calm face bit his teeth and looked at his feet with rotten mud

He could feel that his feet had been invaded by foreign bodies in the uterine cavity of the black goat on the other side. If this was a connection, then the pain could be brought over.

He held the kalop scalpel in his right hand and swung it violently.

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