doomsday escape

Wang He also realized that mutant animals could still reproduce. The liquid in the bird egg flowed all over the ground. Looking at the egg liquid, he was curious whether the descendants of the corpse birds were normal birds or mutant corpse birds.

I used my hand to pick up a little egg liquid and rub my fingers. It was as sticky as the eggs I usually eat. It didn’t smell any. However, the scattered egg yolks had a little fishy smell. After thinking about it, I found a plastic bottle and filled the remaining egg liquid in the egg shell.

As for the intact bird egg, he put it in his bag.

My companions were still in a coma, and no matter how Wang He called, they would never wake up. This place was too dangerous and they could not lie here forever. They had to leave quickly.

It was impossible for the four people to carry them away at once, and he was not at ease to leave any one alone. After thinking for a while, Wang He cut off a few thick branches, tied them into a tic-tac-shaped shape with ropes, and made a simple sled.

Then cut off the wide wings of the fallen corpse of the harrier hawk, tied them to the sled, then put Wu Ting and the other four on the wings of the harrier hawk, fixed them with ropes, and dragged the four people slowly out of the woods.

The motorcycle was still parked in place. Wang He used a rope to connect the sled and the motorcycle. He rode the motorcycle and chose a relatively flat road, and tried to drive to the place where the car was parked as smoothly.

Before he could walk far, the sled suddenly turned over. Wang He quickly got off the motorcycle and went over the sled. It turned out that the four people on the sled had woken up and were twisting and struggling desperately.

Wang He was overjoyed and was about to untie the rope, but found that the four people looked strange, as if they didn't know him, and they didn't speak. They just roared like wild animals, and their eyes were full of anger and hatred.

"What's wrong with you? It's me..." Wang He was very puzzled and gently touched Wu Ting's face with his hand, but she almost bit her hand.

Just as he was trying to find a way to restore his companion's sanity, a huge shadow enveloped his head. Just as he was about to look up, he suddenly heard someone talking to him.

"Ga! Hello! Ga! Ga!"

Wang He looked around and there was no one at all, but suddenly there was a whistling sound of fanning. As soon as he looked up, he saw a colorful bird. Before he could see clearly, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him.

The maroon dining room, the soft light, my father took a sip of wine while eating the dishes, looked at Xiao Wanghu eating his favorite roast duck with a doting face, and Aunt Hao wrapped a roll of duck meat for him and said with a smile:

"Eat slowly! Eat slowly! There are so many, and no one will compete with you!"

"Grandma Hao, I know how to take care of it myself. When I grow up, my father said that the older child has to do everything by himself."

Xiao Wang Hu stuffed the duck meat into his mouth, said vaguely, stuffed the remaining roast duck in his hand into his mouth, picked up a spring cake, clumsyly wrapped a roll of roast duck, handed it to grandpa with both hands, and then handed it to Aunt Hao.

"Grandpa! Grandma Hao! You guys eat too, it's delicious!"

The two old men were so happy that they sighed that Xiao Wanghu was filial and that the roast duck in their hands was even sweeter and more delicious. The whole picture looked very beautiful, and the family was happy and happy.

Wang He stood up with a "huh", looked at his family incredibly, and shouted in disbelief: "How is this possible..."

The whole family looked at Wang He at a loss. Wang Jianfeng threw his chopsticks and shouted angrily: "What are you doing? He was shocked and didn't look like he was eating, so how could he be?"

"Xiaohe, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Hao also asked with concern: "Is it because I was riding a bicycle and catching a cold?"

"Dad, I'll give it to you too, don't be angry!"

The child's innocent childish words made Wang He a little confused for a moment. Could his previous experience be an illusion? But everything is so real. Which side is the reality? It seems that he is really too tired.

"Maybe I'm too tired... I'll go lie down for a while." After rubbing the child's head gently, Wang He walked towards the bedroom. Suddenly, his heart was throbbing. A very bad premonition surrounded his heart. He jumped sideways and habitually looked at the hilt behind his back.

With the sword in his hand, Wang He looked stunned. He clearly felt that he was holding the knife in his hand, and the heavy feeling would never be wrong, but there was nothing in his hand in front of him. When he was stunned, the premonition appeared again.

He raised his hand and knocked him away with a huge force. After a while of rolling, Wang He squatted in the snow with a knife. The scene in front of him returned to reality. He spat a mouthful of blood and glared at the big bird that seriously injured him.

"Gaga, good morning! Hello!..." The corpse bird in front of him, about two meters high, suddenly spitted out words, and his huge beak suddenly pecked at Wang He.

He slipped sideways, and the horizontal knife slashed at the edge of the bird's beak with a "clang" sound. The blade was tightly embedded in the beak. It was only at such a close distance that Wang He recognized that this was a mutated giant parrot. No wonder he kept saying "Hello!" It seemed that the original owner had not taught anything.

The knife was stuck inside and couldn't be pulled out. The parrot flapped its wings and flew into the sky. Wang He held the knife without letting go, but turned over and jumped on the parrot's head. He kicked it hard before pulling out the knife.

"Ga!Ga! Hello! Hello! Good morning..." The parrot was in pain, screamed repeatedly, shook his head violently, and Wang He was thrown into the sky, and his huge wings aimed at Wang He.

Wang He was shocked and remembered the feathered knife of the harrier eagle. There was no place to leverage the force in the air and could not hide. He had to be sieve.

He closed his eyes and hugged his head with both hands. He never thought that after this blow, nothing was flying out. When Wang He opened his eyes, he was unscathed and his body was about to fall to the ground. Suddenly, his eyes were blurred and he fell heavily on the side of the road.

The green trees in front of him were coming, and the hot summer scene could even feel the rolling heat waves rolling on the ground. He was lying on the hot asphalt road at this time. The pain in his right leg reminded Wang He that it seemed that a car accident had just happened.

With a burst of loud shouts, many people came around. He took off his helmet and looked at his friend who was talking, and felt like he suddenly realized that he had passed away.

The scene around seemed very familiar. After a brief confusion, Wang He remembered something and quickly looked around. The ground was shockingly rubbed, hitting the deformed mountain road guardrail, and several familiar faces.

He also clearly remembered that this was an accident caused by the accident caused by the rapid speed of the mountain, and the rear wheel slipping. The beloved Harley fatty boy flew off the cliff, and Wang He also lay at home for a year.

He knew very well that this was the mutant parrot. The two hallucinations made Wang He angry. It was abominable that he used his family for the first time, and the second time he allowed him to see the scene of his friend's death again.

"Fuck, how did you do it? Is the person okay? Where is the car? Could it be that it fell down, right?" A rider took off his helmet and put it aside. He looked at Wang He's injuries and said, "Wait, I'll call for rescue."

After saying that, he stood up and crossed the road, and went to the motorcycle to get his cell phone.

"Liu, don't go..." Wang He hurriedly reached out to stop him, but it was too late. The scene of the past reappeared. A heavy truck that was rushing to the Liu was hitting directly. The man flew more than 20 meters away before rolling and landing.

This scene was exactly the same as in my memory, and it deeply hurt Wang He. He gritted his teeth and stood up, pulled out a short horizontal knife, and slashed at the truck hard.

The scene in front of him shattered with the knife he slashed, and reality and illusion reorganized and dissipated. Wang He slashed randomly without hesitation, and he hated the parrot.

He broke the father who reached out to him for help, the crying child, and the concerned friend. Finally, the blade stopped in front of Wu Ting, who was smiling like a flower.

Looking at the pale face of the pale face that was injured to save him, Wang He's mind suddenly became clear, and the surrounding scenery returned to the snow.

The parrot seemed to be scared and stood in the distance and watched him. When Wang He saw it, he immediately became angry and took off his bow and was an arrow.

Facing the arrow, the parrot did not choose to resist. He raised his wings and opened the arrow. He kicked his claws and flew into the sky. Wang He gave it a chance to escape. He shot it in a row, and in just a moment, he enveloped the parrot in an arrow feather.

The parrot didn't expect that Wang He's firing speed was so fast, so he hurriedly dodged, but he still hit several arrows in a row, and its defense was obviously not as good as that of the Harrier Eagle.

"Ga!Ga!" The parrot was furious and dived, and his claws were aiming directly at Wang He. Wang He was waiting for it, put away his bow, and raised his knife to lead it up. Unexpectedly, the other party was just a false move, aiming his wings at Wang He and it was a fan.

Wang He, who suffered two losses, hurriedly stopped and rolled out sideways, almost hitting another attack, and was also very depressed.

The parrot is big in size, and it is difficult to kill the arrows on his body. He has a strange hallucination attack when he fights in close combat. I don’t understand why he will fall into hallucinations with a flap of his wings.

This kind of attack must be close-range and has little time-consuming effect, but after being attacked multiple times, the consciousness may be controlled by the illusion for a long time, just like Wu Ting and the other four, they have not recovered to this day.

This attack should have nothing to do with vision. He was hit like a person who covered his head and closed his eyes. There was no strange sound, and it was colorless and tasteless. Just a squirting wind over, he could make people hit.

Could it be the legendary spiritual attack?

Wang He forced himself to calm down from his anger and was still analyzing the enemy's killer moves. The parrot flew into the sky again without waiting for him, then dived down, and flapped his wings on his head with the advantage of the diving speed.

Wang He did not dare to raise his knife to deal with it, and dodged it again. The parrot also left as soon as it touched, repeating the tactic of diving attack.

After repeated repetition, Wang He was very upset. He had no effect on several bows and had no effect, so he could only run away. Finally, after flapping his wings, Wang He heard a subtle, almost negligible "rustling" sound.

It was like someone was sprinkling salt on the snow. The slightest sound made him pay attention to it. He took off his equipment while dodging, and his backpack and jacket, revealing the black warm clothing inside.

When he avoided the parrot's attack again, Wang He deliberately slowed down a little, letting the wind from his wings stop on his clothes for a while, and almost fell into hallucination again.

Squatting in the snow panting, while guarding the parrot, he looked at his body. He didn't know what white powder was stained with on the black warm clothes, which was extremely conspicuous.

Wang He twisted a little powder with his fingers, which was smooth and had no touch. He looked carefully and looked like tiny scales. He gently twisted his fingers and turned into pieces. He tried to smell the smell, but sucked the powder into his nose, and suddenly felt dizzy and hugged it up.

"It seems that your method is this, feather fan!"