"Really? That's great." Sheng Fang's decision was made on a whim, and he didn't insist.
She manipulated the silk threads to create a path that would allow her to pass through.
Reaching the connecting point of the covered bridge, she took out an inconspicuous match. "I don't want to die, so I can only make you two a pair of doomed lovers."
"It's a pity you can't do it."
Shehe pulled the silk thread, instantly pulling Sheng Fang back to the covered bridge.
Sheng Fang reacted quickly, immediately pulling the thread binding the pistol and pointing the muzzle in this direction. However, a purple tail suddenly appeared and lashed out, instantly pressing down on several threads.
The solid scales were slightly dented by the pressure, and Schechner increased the force to completely deform the thread.
As the threads on the broken gun were loosened and he realized he could move his hand again, he immediately pulled his hand back, quickly took out the shotgun, and pulled the trigger.
When Sheng Fang heard the mechanical sound of the gun firing, several alloy steel balls had already been launched, and the wire didn't have time to wrap them all around.
All the fancy tricks were no match for the high-speed bullets. A few steel balls pierced his flesh, and Sheng Fang opened his eyes wide, squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Truly difficult to deal with."
Shekh took the initiative, forcefully pulling the silk thread to turn Sheng Fang's head so that they were facing each other.
Her body began to solidify, but she mustered her strength and threw out a potion and a whole matchbox before her hands were sealed by the stone.
The matchbox spontaneously combusted in mid-air, the smell of gunpowder thick. Shi Jinzhe recalled the fire just now, and Sheng Fang's action of holding only one match.
She was confident she could kill them with a single match, so what about a whole box of matches?
Realizing something was wrong, he immediately rushed into the covered bridge, grabbed Shekh's hand and ran, leaving the flames behind, the red and yellow fireballs continuing to expand and grow larger.
Shi Jinzhe raised his arm to embrace Shehe, reached out to block her head, pressed Shehe against his body, and took a step forward and leaped.
The intense heat quickly caught up, and a muffled thud, a mixture of shattering glass and acrid smoke, followed by an even more deafening explosion.
The blast wave whipped up flames that darted about, and a moment later, two people escaped from the thick smoke.
Only ruins remain of the covered bridge; a large portion of the buildings connected to it were destroyed.
Shekh wiped the dust off his face, took the prop cigarette case and another syringe-like object from the rubble, but unfortunately there was no card.
She returned to Shi Jinzhe's side, only to find that he was in bad shape, his face drained of color, as if he were enduring great pain.
Shekh turned him over and found that the injury did not look like he was in so much pain.
When she first saw him in the maze, he was completely broken, and his injuries were much more severe than this, but he didn't change his expression much.
"What’s wrong with you."
Shi Jin clenched his fists so tightly that his breathing felt like a knife twisting inside his lungs, subjecting his organs to a slow, agonizing torture.
"...Let's find a place to take out the props first..."
I didn't expect the bomb player to actually have a bomb, and it's quite powerful. This damn game.
Sher found a nearby hiding spot and picked up the "Dog House" prop that Shi Jin had given him.
A 2m*2m*2m square wooden house appeared on the ground, a standard outdoor doghouse design, which, when magnified, barely looked like a small wooden house for human habitation.
Shi Jinzhe's mind was foggy, and she thought to herself, "Luckily, I don't recognize these four characters."
Sheh pushed open the wooden door, let the person in, and closed the door tightly. A five-hour countdown appeared at the doorway.
She pulled open her folded clothes. "Your shoulder is bleeding."
Shards of glass were embedded in his flesh, leaving a burn mark on the surface. Blood was dripping from the charred wound. Sher touched the shards of glass embedded in his body, and Shi Jinzhe couldn't help but curl up.
"Give me... what you have in your hand."
"This?" Shech handed him the cigarette case and medicine.
When Shi Jinzhe saw the words written on the potion that Sheng Fang had thrown away before he turned to stone, he took two deep breaths.
Item: [Pain Relief Potion]
Effect: Increases pain sensitivity by 300% (3 hours), making it a great helper for your tormented state.
Even just tearing off a small piece of dead skin can give you the thrill of being skinned alive.
This bomb was designed with the intention of either killing him or inflicting excruciating pain.
An indescribable pain swept through my body. Blood kept flowing from where the glass had pierced me, as if the glass inside me wasn't broken glass, but heavy swords piercing through me. Blood and sweat mixed together and flowed onto my skin, leaving behind layers of bloodstains.
As time passed, Shi Jinzhe's breathing became heavier, and he felt like a taut string, as if speaking would cause his body to snap.
Shekh smelled the blood in the air and licked his lips. "How can I help you?"
"Clean...glass...take it out..."
Cool water was poured onto my shoulder, and as time passed, the pain spread from my shoulder to my entire body.
He tried to control his heavy breathing, but his body's instinctive reactions were uncontrollable, and he kept trembling.
Shekh pulled out several large pieces of glass in succession, and his hands were stained with a lot of blood.
"Don't move. The small pieces are hard to handle. If you shake it again, I won't be able to get them out."
Several small fragments penetrated deep into his flesh. When the fingernail squeezed in, Shi Jinzhe's vision went black. He felt that it wasn't a fingernail, but a monster tearing his flesh apart.
"Don't move..." Shekh pressed down on his arched body, guessing that Shi Jinzhe's current pain was related to the drug, and it was likely that his pain sensation had been amplified.
Hearing the hoarse sound in his throat, she thought it was better to end it quickly than to suffer for a long time, so she simply turned over and pinned his body down, raising one hand to forcefully cover his mouth.
His hands, covered in crimson blood, were smeared on Shi Jinzhe's face. Cold sweat slid down his collarbone, and his exposed upper body was stained with blood.
Veins bulged on his neck as he tilted it back. When Sheh took out the last piece, Shi Jinzhe's tense body trembled violently, and the skin on his forehead twitched.
"They've all been taken out."
She brought the remaining water to Shi Jinzhe's lips, but since it was her first time doing this, she didn't manage to feed him the water; instead, she spilled water all over him.
"...Stop feeding him."
Otherwise, he might have choked to death instead of being blown up or dying from the pain today.
Shi Jinzhe lowered his eyes and saw that her arms were covered in blood. He said weakly, "Wash your hands, they're all blood."
They even dislike mud, but after a while they realize what's happening and start sulking.
Shekh interpreted his earlier words as a plea for mercy, and, somewhat displeased, poured all the water over him.
As the bloodstains were washed away, she was surprised to find that Shi Jinzhe's wounds were healing.
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