Plague Doctor

The sharp blade cut through the dark skin at the junction of the right calf and ankle, and blood flowed out.

Gu Jun was suddenly stabbed by a pure physical pain, but his right hand holding the scalpel could still be steady. He was very clear about the structure of the human body's lower legs, ankles and feet, and knew what he was cutting. parts.

Anterolateral area of ​​the calf, peroneus brevis...

There is still a distance from the posterior tibial artery, and the peroneus brevis muscle is ruptured. It can be cured if it can be repaired in time and given postoperative rehabilitation.

He didn't intend to injure the Achilles tendon. The damage there was irreversible, but the pain caused by this knife was not enough, far from it.

Even if I tried hard to pull the foot out, it couldn't be pulled out. The xenobiotic tissue attached to the ankle and foot was still tightly attached.

"Ajun!?" Uncle Dan noticed this situation and exclaimed. He didn't understand Gu Jun's intention, and he didn't even tie the blood vessels.

"Uncle Egg, everyone, please leave me alone, be careful..." Gu Jun gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to shoot, just shoot in the leg..."

This issue has to be decided. On all sides of them, the people who are forced to move forward are already close to them. The number of huge tentacles extending from the fog is still increasing, grabbing those who hesitate, collapse, and resist. people and push them into the mire.

The voice was still cold and increasingly crazier.

Because their vision was blocked, they could no longer see clearly what was happening to the man with Tourette syndrome, the ugly woman, and others.

Will it sink into the rotten mud forever, or will it complete the so-called "transformation"...

"Stand, stand, fuck..." Lou Xiaoning's warning was not heard by anyone in front of him. Those people were like fallen leaves blown by the strong wind. They were no longer able to control their bodies with their own will. Five meters away , three meters, the middle-aged man walking in the front can reach it immediately...

The finger that was placed lightly on the trigger still pressed it.

boom!

The middle-aged man screamed, and blood burst out from his left calf, and his body immediately fell into the mud unsteadily.

The sound of gunshots stunned the people walking around. Some people were paralyzed with fear. Some people wanted to turn around and run away... but they were all beaten back by a giant tentacle. The voice said: "That's it, that's right." Gone. Pain, more pain, come on, shoot, shoot, shoot!"

However, after this shot, the other fogbreakers did not fire, and Lou Xiaoning did not fire again.

They couldn't bear it.

Yu Chi still tried to summon Bayaki again. He had succeeded in summoning him before. Maybe he could succeed again. However, it turns out that Yu Chi's attempt only made his spirit more chaotic. Peacock and Mo Qing tried to make the old seal, but it still didn't work. Everything seemed to be useless here...

On the other side, another group of people, driven by the strong wind, had arrived in front of Grant Bell.

Still have to shoot...Bang, bang!

The gunshot rang again, but no flesh and blood was struck. It was too close, too late. The barrel of the gun was grabbed by someone. Others rushed forward, grabbing his hands, grabbing his feet, and wrapping around his body. A short, fat man raised his head and raised his hands to grab the tall man's throat.

"Let go..." Grant Bell's words were muffled, his face was turning red, and he wanted to break away from their group fight.

Uncle Dan, Feng Peiqian and others next to them wanted to go up and help, but they were already too busy to take care of themselves and were also fought by other people rushing towards them.

Grant Bell was proficient in fighting skills. Against an ordinary person of such stature and strength, he should have been able to knock the opponent down in one go, but he immediately discovered that the right hand holding his throat had a huge force. Even if you grab it, you can't break it apart, and other attacks are becoming more and more instantaneous.

"Ah..." A dark and stocky man grabbed Grant Bell's right hand, picked up a finger and bit it hard, as hard as he could.

The skin tore, the phalanges made a clicking sound, and Grant Bell suddenly screamed in pain...

The whole ring finger of his right hand was bitten off, and blood spurted out from the stump of the severed finger... Blood spurted out from more places, another finger, and another, left hand, right hand... Grant Bell's face turned red. Turning purple, two eye sockets were suddenly poked out with severed fingers...

"The right choice, look, this is the right choice you are used to looking up to! The right choice, you have not experienced enough pain, weak, weak, weak!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

A series of gunshots rang out, and Lou Xiaoning had no choice but to shoot at the legs of those surrounding Grant Bell.

The bullets pierced the legs and feet of those people, as well as Bell's legs and feet. People fell down one after another, and blood and mud splashed into the putrid air.

At the same time, the chaos around him certainly impacted Gu Jun's heart.

But he tried his best to endure it, concentrating his energy on his calves, ankles and feet.

When a person exercises a muscle and thinks about that muscle, he will get better exercise results; when a person cuts a muscle and thinks about that muscle, he will also get greater pain. No blood vessels were tied, no anesthesia was given, all for the sake of pain.

"Not enough, not painful enough, weak, weak!"

That arrogant voice seemed to be telling an answer.

Gu Jun used the tip of the knife to drill into the peroneus brevis muscle to torture the superficial peroneal nerve. The superficial peroneal nerve, which originates from the sacral plexus of the spinal nerve, burst out with waves of great pain.

Cold sweat, cold tears, and cold tears all fell involuntarily.

He no longer knew whether his heart was about to stop beating, nor whether he was screaming or wailing in pain. The pure pain was drowning everything, and he just relied on an unknown feeling.

Wherever he had the willpower to hold on, his right hand, which was already trembling violently, moved the tip of the knife again...

Another burst of pain.

His energy was almost lost, and he was hunched over, almost falling down... But it was also at this time that Gu Jun vaguely noticed some changes.

The heterogeneous tissues attached to his feet vibrated, and the black goat's uterine cavity on the other side began to contract again...

effective……

He guessed it right, and there was another situation that he hadn't thought of before. He didn't know if it was an illusion caused by his subconscious expectations. In my mind, the power of the Sunset City glows with light and heat, and my body seems to be absorbing it faster...

With a thought, I opened a new system in my mind and looked at the anatomy task that had not received the "unknown" task reward.

Previously, the last time he looked, it would take more than 15 hours to collect it.

But now, the remaining time he saw was [3:26:15], only more than 3 hours left...

Why...could it be that such a predicament, such pain, speeds up one's own digestion...

Pain also gives him strength.

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