Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Hill was swallowed by a crocodile, and her first reaction was to close her eyes and wait for death. But I wasn't willing to do this, so I thought I'd have to struggle no matter what, otherwise it would be too embarrassing? So she immediately screamed "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". But she didn't expect to be startled by her own scream, so she panicked and shut her mouth. Only then did she realize, why didn't it hurt? Why didn't the crocodile bite me with its teeth? Finally, she mustered up the courage and secretly opened her eyes.

She found herself in a strange hall, surrounded by black shadows. Many stone pillars were spread throughout the hall, supporting the roof more than thirty meters high. She noticed that there were clouds of black smoke under her feet. They were flowing slowly and could be replenished quickly no matter how much they were driven away, but they would not come out of the ground.

Turning his head to look behind him, Hill was startled. She saw a broken stone throne, occupying a smoke-free area by itself. Sitting in the throne is a skeleton monster wearing a gorgeous gem robe. The skeleton was motionless, with an extraordinarily large pink skull on its shoulders. The material looked like jade, or maybe amber. The skull's eye sockets were filled with black holes, and the inside of the skull could not be seen at all. It felt a bit seeping. Just below the Skeleton Throne, in the debris-strewn open space, a white-haired old man wearing a researcher's white coat was lying on his back, holding his chest with trembling hands, and trying to squeeze out two words from his slightly opened mouth:

help me.

Hey, it's lingua franca, and it seems to be the accent from the capital. Hill bravely stepped forward, looked along the old man's trembling hands, and found the medicine bottle in his coat pocket. The old man seemed to mean to give him medicine. Hill took a look at the medicine bottle and found that it was emergency medicine for cardiovascular disease.

He quickly unscrewed the bottle cap, put a pill under the old man's tongue according to the handwritten instructions on the bottle, held his chin and helped him close his mouth, and then counted the seconds while waiting. This medicine really worked. As expected, the old man calmed down within ten seconds. His breathing gradually stabilized, and the sweat on his head stopped. When he could regain control of his hands, he quickly took back the medicine bottle, swallowed another pill, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"What were you talking about just now! You almost scared me to death!" The old man said angrily: "If you hadn't saved me, I would have sued you until you went bankrupt!"

Hill felt wronged and dissatisfied with the old man. She thought to herself: I was eaten by a crocodile, can't I still scream? Besides, it was me who saved Nye, and I didn’t even say thank you? Judging from your appearance, you are probably not a good person!

"Help me up." Dr. Booker held out his hand.

Hill hated him even more. It was just because of the habit that her workplace forced her to develop. She "couldn't help" reaching out and pulling him up from the ground. Alas, not only did she hate the old man in front of her, she also began to hate herself. Hill secretly wiped his hands behind his back. On the one hand, he wanted to stay away from the old man, and on the other hand, he walked into the area occupied by the fragments of the throne out of curiosity.

"Ouch! My..." Hill suddenly covered his stomach with both hands, took two steps back in a hurry, and dropped one of his shoes when he stumbled.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Leave me alone, I'm fine. I suddenly had a stomachache. I've always had this problem." Hill waved his hand and stood up unsteadily. Oddly enough, as soon as she left the debris area, her stomach pain disappeared, as if it had never happened at all.

Hill thought of a possibility and asked: "Hey, old... old gentleman, have you always had a heart disease?"

As soon as she asked, she wanted to slap herself in the mouth. The old man carried first-aid medicine with him. He must have been ill for a long time. Needless to say? Not wanting to sound stupid, she quickly added: "I think this area can cause relapse of old illnesses, maybe it's a protective mechanism. Is there any influence that can do this?"

"There are many possibilities. Body control, mental attack, curse, and even all-things-reborn shadow followers can do this. But..." Dr. Booker said: "None of them can do this. It’s fast, and it’s so accurate. If this area can cause serious diseases, little girl, you should go in and try again.”

"Why don't you go!" Hill clenched his fists and stamped his foot.

"I have a heart attack, and you just have a stomachache. The risks here are completely different! Well, I know that in unknown environments, women are not reliable and can only yell."

"Hmph!" Hill crossed his arms and took a few steps away.

Zhuang Xuteng remained motionless, watching and listening to all this, secretly happy in his heart. He would definitely not regard the two people who suddenly appeared as friends right away, and he would never let down his necessary vigilance. Seeing that they have conflicts reduces the possibility of the two of them uniting, which is definitely a good thing.

The old man saw that the atmosphere was awkward, and considering that his physical fitness was at a disadvantage after all, he tried to calm down the atmosphere. He asked four questions to try to resonate: Who are you? Where is this? How did you get here? How is this going?

Not only the old man and the young lady have such questions, Zhuang Xuteng also wants to know the answers to four questions. Recalling just now, the bell suddenly stopped ringing and the surroundings suddenly returned to silence. That moment was extremely uncomfortable. At the same time, the vortex of pink light turned into two green clouds. The old man and the young lady emerged from the clouds one after another with an interval of about fifteen seconds.

Zhuang Xuteng didn't understand what happened, but he knew that he couldn't leave the throne, so he decided to stay still and watch what happened.

The old man came out of the green cloud first, sat down on the ground backwards, and threw away a pair of glasses - the posture was like someone suddenly pulling out of the chair. Since he was facing the throne, the old man could see Zhuang Xuteng at a glance. So he quickly glanced around, failing to see another silent group of green mist behind him, and walked straight towards the throne.

Zhuang Xuteng was shocked at that time. He had already grasped the golden scepter in his left hand, ready to give him a stick at any time.

The old man was also quite bold, and while he was still walking halfway, he had already extended his hand to Zhuang Xuteng's pink skull head. Just when he stepped into the debris area, the young lady appeared from the green clouds and screamed horribly. The old man immediately covered his chest and fell down. That scream was most likely responsible for his sudden heart attack.

So there is everything that happened before: the old man was saved by the young lady, and the two people despised each other.

In fact, that voice scared Zhuang Xuteng so much that his body stiffened instantly. If not, he would probably reflexively try to help the old man who fell to the ground, instead of coming back to his senses after a shock and taking advantage of the time they were arguing with each other to observe their actions.

The old man wore a white coat that is common among researchers on his upper body, and his trousers below were casual shorts that just reached his knees, and on his feet were a pair of loose thick-soled cloth shoes. He is generally unkempt, and his clothing style can basically take care of his appearance, but the rest is as comfortable as he wants. This shows that he is not very restrained and may have quite good authority or authority. Well, he also put the badge in his pocket instead of hanging it around his neck. This just made his neck comfortable. In fact, it was easy to lose the badge, which was a safety hazard. If an ordinary person did this in an organization, he would definitely be reprimanded frequently, but he obviously didn't care.

Zhuang Xuteng concentrated his eyes and finally read the words on the badge: Director of the Jifa Research Department, Dr. Truss Booker, authority level 2-A. Well, Zhuang Xuteng didn't know what this meant.

Miss Scream looks like a clerical worker in an office. Her clothes are clean, neat and meticulous, but a little tight, as if they are half a size too small. Her name tag said Hill Lee and a long list of employee numbers, so only the name was of some use, and the number was meaningless to Zhuang Xuteng. However, when rescuing people, this young lady not only dropped a shoe, but also dropped the folder that was sent with her.

The first page of the folder is a checklist, which reads: Dingxin Magic Peak Research Institute - Warehouse Item Verification Register (Standard A) - June 25 - Warehouse Sequence: First 04A2.

Zhuang Xuteng wrote down this information, and then thought about it while they were fighting each other. It was obvious that these two people had no idea how they got here. The surprise, fear, panic and extreme curiosity they had shown before were all very real.

Combined with his own feelings, Zhuang Xuteng can completely understand their current performance. He believes that the two people will be wary of each other at first, and gradually they will start to cooperate due to the pressure caused by the unknown environment to try to solve the current dilemma.

Since Zhuang Xuteng could not control the behavior of the hall and could not leave the throne, in order to protect himself, he did not want the two people to join forces to deal with him. Seeing the two people becoming familiar with each other through self-introduction, Zhuang Xuteng decided to try his best to seize the opportunity that they did not understand the current situation and mislead them.

So he moved his head and stepped forward with his right foot. It wasn't a big move, but it was enough for them to notice.

"It can move! It's alive!" Hill Lee's hair stood on end and he quickly covered his mouth, fearing that he would scream again. "Doctor, what is this?"

"I'm not sure. It could be a lich, a witch priest, a skeleton hag, a necromancer, or even just an electrically controlled skeleton model, or a talking projection..." Dr. Booker shook his head. , said: "You don't want to get close, how could I guess it! And the most important thing now is not to figure out what this is, but to know where we are!"

"I don't know where we are... No, doctor, it moved just now. Is it very dangerous? Will it kill us?"

"It has the ability to get me here from the research laboratory. If it wants to kill me, it can just throw me into the sea and drown me. I can't swim, and I don't even need to throw me to the bottom of the sea." Dr. Booker frowned slightly. , said: "I believe it has intelligence, otherwise it would not be able to complete such a fast and accurate transmission. I..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but frowned and glanced at Hill secretly. He didn't know the origin of the pink skull, nor did he know the origin of the woman next to him. Judging from her performance, such a person is likely to be a hindrance. Even if I figured something out, there was no need to share it with her.

Hill has been guarding against her voyeuristic rogue boss all day long, and has practiced a lot, which makes her very sensitive to other people's peeking eyes! Another old pervert - she obviously misunderstood Dr. Booker's ideas - the old man is now thinking of taking advantage? What means are you prepared to use? Is it knowledge and insight? Anyway, with those old arms and legs, unless you secretly install a shadow slave device, you can't touch me!

No matter how hard Zhuang Xuteng tried, they had already differentiated themselves.

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