Chapter 1477 Chapter 127 "The Savior Wants to Save Me."

Chapter 1477 Chapter 127: "The Savior wants to save me."

"Su Ming'an, Li Ziqi, you two go in."

The group finally found the safe room, showing [Capacity: Two people].

Without waiting for the two of them to refuse, Su Mingan immediately pulled Wuyi and ran in the other direction.

"This is the prop I found before, which can communicate in real time. If you encounter puzzle-solving levels, I may know the solution. The signal is not very good, so it depends on the situation." Li Ziqi threw a walkie-talkie away.

Su Mingan took the walkie-talkie and moved forward all the way.

The corridor is like a maze, with the same candlelight and vase at each corner. Su Mingan turned several turns and suddenly saw a familiar back.

He had a swaying white hair, a thin body, and held a long knife in his hand.

...It's the glossy Lu Shu.

Hearing the movement, Lu Shu turned around and glanced at Su Mingan and Wuyi.

"Competer No. 3." Su Mingan looked at the sign on Lu Shu's chest and reminded him: "There is poisonous gas behind, so we have to run forward."

He saw Lu Shu's lips open and close silently, and seemed a little confused.

That mouth shape is...Su Ming'an.

Recognized?

Su Mingan touched his face. This was Wang Xingkong's appearance. He guessed that Lu Shu had always had a special way of identifying people, and he could accurately identify some people every time.

"You can't walk ahead." Lu Shu said: "A contestant rushed over just now and died."

Su Mingan looked ahead, there was an ordinary corridor, no different from the countless corridors just now, but there was an oil painting at the end of the corridor.

He immediately asked Li Ziqi through the walkie-talkie, and Li Ziqi's voice quickly rang: "Have you ever played on Platform 8? If you encounter such a ghost hitting a wall, it means that some areas can be walked, and some areas cannot. This is We tried it out with human life. Tell me about the previous situation."

"There is an oil painting," said Su Ming'an.

"Look at the oil painting and don't look away and walk forward. That way nothing happens."

"What if I look away?"

"Die it." Li Ziqi's words were so cold.

Su Mingan stared at the oil painting and moved forward step by step.

There was a sound of high heels from behind, accompanied by a woman's laughter. It was the red-haired madman named "Tianying". She actually chased after her.

She seemed not afraid of poison gas, and it would be troublesome if she was entangled.

After arriving at the end of the corridor, Su Mingan looked at the oil painting carefully and realized that it was an oil painting structure of "The Last Supper". Sitting in the middle of Jesus' position was a young man with white hair shawls, like a noble prince. There are people wearing animal masks of various colors on both sides.

Without staying for too long, he walked to the next corridor, with some pure white Isa flowers on both sides.

"Don't touch them, there won't be any trouble." Li Ziqi's voice sounded.

The three of them moved forward carefully.

The poisonous gas follows closely, dyeing the flowers in green colors.

"Don't look up, go forward at a low speed."

"Don't pay attention to the footsteps behind you."

"Keep your back to the end and back quickly."

Under the orderly prompt of Li Ziqi, a series of long corridors were quickly passed.

Finally, Su Mingan saw a green light flashing at the corner, which was the sign of the safe house.

The three of them tried all the way, and the poisonous gas was already behind them.

"Did you see the goodness of human nature?" Su Mingan took the opportunity to ask Wuyi.

"Good?" Wuyi smiled and said, "You saved Li Ziqi because she can bring you benefits, not because of your sincere kindness."

"Yeah?"

"Of course." Wuyi glanced at the safety room. There was an IED light sign on the porch: [Personnel capacity, two people]. His eyes moved and he looked at Su Mingan and smiled, "Okay, it seems that we are too late to do it. Found the next safe house. It's OK, I won't be angry."

His eyes seemed to say: Push me away so that you and your good friends can hide in the safe house and be completely safe. Don't play any proof games anymore, it's like playing house.

Su Mingan suddenly pushed his hands towards Wuyi's chest.

Wuyi staggered a few times, and just as he was about to laugh, he saw Su Mingan pushing Lu Shu in, and then a glass door fell in front of him.

In an instant, poisonous gas surged, like waves hitting the shore, slapped on the glass door.

Su Mingan stood alone outside the glass door, his dark forehead floating in the surging gas. He glanced at Wuyi and turned around and left calmly.

Wang Xingkong's body could not withstand the corrosion of poisonous gas. In just a few seconds, Su Mingan's skin showed signs of cracking, and bright red blood burst out like a ground.

"So, the Savior wants to save me..." Wuyi laughed.

...No, I just care about the ninth seat behind you.

Su Mingan found that this person loved to make up for his brain. While not believing in love, he yearned for love willingly. However, he knew that there was indeed no love in this world for no reason.

He knew this truth long ago in the ruined world.

Su Mingan covered his mouth and nose, and walked casually in one direction.

...

[The emperor doesn’t take the poisonous gas seriously at all! 】

【Ignore poison gas, it’s easy! 】

[Required points: 10 points (points > 10 points, ignore success. Points < 10 points, ignore failure.)]

[The number of points you throw is: 8 points. 】

...

Luck never favors him forever, and poisonous gas remains pervasive.

Su Mingan didn't know where he was. He felt slightly dizzy and numb in his limbs.

If I die now, will it trigger a rollback?

He did not give up, thinking about various props in his mind, and finally thought of - Wang Xingkong's prop, which seems to be called "Infinite Bouquet", will it be useful?

"Infinite... Bouquet?" He made a fixed gesture to use this prop.

Very good, slightly similar to the gesture of space vibration, which is convenient for him to use.

As he made the gesture, a bright red rose bloomed in his palm out of thin air, extremely beautiful. He tried again and conjured up some daisies. It seems that flowers will change with his mood.

... It seems that there is no point in conjuring some flowers.

He pinched the flowers and suddenly felt that he had bumped into someone.

A few bright red hairs floated across his vision, and he slowly raised his head and saw a pair of purple rose-like eyes. The girl's eyebrows were smiling, mixed with strong madness.

His waist tightened, and he felt the muzzle of the gun against him.

"...Xiao Shanzhu has fallen into a trap, so I won't be polite." She lowered her voice, and a rose-like fragrance came out.

A few soft red hairs fell into his neck, itching like an electric shock.

"Shi Ying?" He called out her name accurately.

The red-haired girl narrowed her eyes dangerously, raised the muzzle of the gun, and pressed it hard against his chin: "Why do you know my real name?"

Everyone knows her crazy name "Tian Ying", but few people know her real name. Why can this young man call it out?

The cold muzzle of the gun was against his chin, but Su Mingan smiled calmly: "Then why do you call me Little Mangosteen?"

"Call me if you want, I like to give people nicknames. Little Apple, Little Orange, Little Mangosteen..." Shi Ying swept his bleeding skin up and down, suddenly stretched out her hand, pinched his chin, and stared into his eyes: "Tell me, who is your real identity? You are definitely not as ordinary as you appear."

The green gas surrounded, and the smell of rotting corpses came, and the wailing and screaming of other contestants could be heard from time to time in the distance.

Under the rapidly declining number of survivors, the two were like motionless statues.

Su Mingan felt her hand passing over his chin, neck, and chest, as if looking for something useful, but there was nothing in his arms except a beautiful rose.

He did not resist. Even the Freedom Alliance was afraid of her, which showed that her strength was extremely strong. If the narration of the God of War Dragon King did not work, Wang Xingkong's body could not afford it.

Her hand continued to move down, the muzzle of the gun still firmly against Su Mingan.

Touching the rose in Su Mingan's arms, she hesitated for a moment, as if wondering what it was.

At this moment, a short gunshot rang out.

"Bang!"

In the depths of the thick fog, someone stretched out a strong hand, quickly grabbed Su Mingan's wrist, and forcibly pulled him away from Shi Ying.

A stream of warm blood brushed across his cheek. It was Shi Ying who was shot and vomited blood.

Her face turned pale in an instant, but her palm firmly grasped the rose in Su Mingan's arms.

Su Mingan immediately let go and threw the rose to Shi Ying.

In a flash, Shi Ying moved her fingers, aimed the silver-white gun at Su Mingan, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet penetrated Su Mingan's calf, and a dull pain came from the bones. Su Mingan, who had rich experience, knew that his calf could not move for the time being.

"Go." A deep voice came from the depths of the thick poisonous gas, and then Su Ming'an was carried on his back.

A burst of golden light flowed into Su Ming'an's body along the rough hand, and he suddenly felt no pain and his skin no longer bleeds.

...Is this a healing ability?

Su Ming'an couldn't see the man's face clearly. The man had a low voice, rough palms, and great strength - based on these characteristics, Su Ming'an guessed that the man was a strong man with thick features. However, he lay on the man's back and felt that the man's skeleton was not wide.

While running, he heard Shi Ying's screams from behind. She seemed to be crazy and kept shooting, but couldn't find Su Ming'an in the mist.

"Why did you get targeted by that madman?" A low voice came.

"Who knows." Su Ming'an shrugged.

"That's right. Tianying is a madman. She often targets someone for no reason, just because she likes him." The other party said, "I'm running out of energy. I can't stay in the poison gas for a long time. I have to find a safe room as soon as possible."

"Who...are you?" Su Mingan asked.

The other party was silent for a long time and lifted Su Mingan's calf to prevent him from falling.

After a long time, the other party said, "Have we...met somewhere?"

In such a thick poison gas, neither side could see each other clearly.

"My name is Wang Xingkong." Su Mingan said.

"Wang Xingkong...I remember it." The other party said.

"You haven't seen me before, so you save me?"

"What does it matter?" The other party's voice was a little stunned: "You are in danger of your life, I just happened to pass by and can lend a hand, so why don't I save you?"

It turned out to be a good old man, who saw injustice and drew his sword to help.

Su Mingan smiled: "Based on my experience, maybe we have really met somewhere. Even though I can't see your face yet."

"Really? Where?"

"Maybe... in our other life?" Su Mingan guessed.

His casual guess did not attract the other party's attention, and the other party just raised his body again.

Three minutes later, they finally saw a green light flashing in the thick poisonous gas.

"Huh, we're finally in the circle." The other party said, and immediately coughed: "I mean, there's finally a safe house."

The glass door opened, and the two quickly entered.

There was only a bench in the safe room, and there was no light source except the green fluorescence on the porch.

The other party immediately laid Su Ming'an flat on the bench and took out a portable medical kit:

"That crazy woman will put poison on the bullets. I have to help you take it out. There is no anesthetic, so bear with it."

In the dark, the other party was skilled and quickly took out tweezers, a knife, and a bandage. With the faint green fluorescence, the other party barely found the location of Su Ming'an's injury and cut open the flesh.

This level of pain would not cause Su Ming'an to react. He looked at his calf being cut open as if he was looking at a stranger's body, and looked calmly into the darkness, trying to see the other party's outline.

...Fingers, very rough, like the hands of people who practice swords for many years.

...The bones are hard and very strong.

...Like a soldier, he knows how to shoot and is also good at emergency treatment.

After a while, Su Mingan covered his forehead and felt a little tired.

"Tianying's poison is still left. You should have a good rest." The other party closed the medical box and put it aside. He gave all the benches to Su Mingan and sat on the dusty ground.

In the dark, Su Mingan looked at the other party: "Can I see what you look like?"

"No need." The other party's voice was still low: "You imagine what I look like, just treat me as what I look like."

Su Mingan respected the other party's idea and stopped moving.

The poisonous gas knocked on the glass door, and everything was covered by chaos and darkness.

As if staring at the coming of the end of the world, Su Mingan sat silently in the dark, staring at the endless green. Only the gentle breathing beside him showed that he was not alone.

He switched the perspective, Su Qing had already boarded the Cloud Island and was looking for the gods of Yunshang City.

"... There is something behind." The man suddenly spoke and walked back.

The safe room is not small. In addition to the bench, there is a large area of ​​darkness behind.

Su Mingan also wanted to stand up, but a hand held his shoulder.

"You take a rest." The man said.

"Sir, don't treat me as fragile." Su Mingan felt it necessary to let the other party know this. The other party probably saved too many people and was used to treating him as a weak person.

The other party was stunned for a moment: "Sir?"

After a moment, the other party laughed in a low voice: "Okay, then you hold my shoulder and try not to move your right leg."

The other party generously borrowed half of his solid shoulder, Su Mingan held it, and walked forward on one leg.

All he saw was darkness, and the residual poison made his head dizzy. In a trance, Su Mingan thought, so this is what an ordinary player feels in the game. If there is no voice of the God of War Dragon King, and no military force that dominates the world, what he feels is helplessness and pressure.

It seems that everything is surrounded by fog, and he doesn't know where the road ahead is, and he doesn't know when he will die.

At this time, the low voice sounded again: "Is this... the skeleton of a woman?"