For Brandy personally, the dizziness was very short-lived. For more time, he only felt that he was falling continuously in the void with only darkness and gravity.
In Brandi's consciousness, the fall lasted for a long time, so long that he forgot why this feeling of falling arose, and so long that he no longer cared when it disappeared.
Until Brandi actually felt his body hit the soft and wet swamp ground, the heartbreaking pain from the first half of his body that landed on the ground immediately made his eyes widen.
"Fuck you bastard..." Brandy muttered curse words, covered her stinging head, and stood up unsteadily.
"I should have just shot that old guy's skull off..."
After a lot of effort, Brandy finally stabilized her body, but her head was still hurting and dizzy.
He managed to open his eyes just a slit, but because he lowered his head, all he could see was the muddy ground.
Brandi slowly straightened up and twisted his neck habitually. With a crisp sound, the pain from his cervical spine suddenly hit his head. The pain made him stagger a few more steps and almost fell back into the mud.
"That old bastard...what kind of medicine did he give me..."
He couldn't think too much, partly because of his confused brain, but mostly because of the strong sense of crisis subconsciously generated in this weak state.
If he couldn't adjust his condition right away, he would die here.
Brandi is convinced of this.
A distant and sharp whistling sound came from my ears. The sound seemed to be far away in the horizon.
That was the call of a vulture, and it was one of the few bird calls that Brandi could identify.
After the Battle of Valentine, thousands of vultures hovered over the town, chirping loudly and lingering for a long time. Therefore, in order to drive away these scavengers that coveted the corpses of the dead, in the next week, Warren
The sound of Ding's gunshots continued.
Although Brandy's knowledge of the wilderness is still very poor, he still knows that birds such as bald eagles generally do not appear in the Blue Water Swamp area. In this place where there are more alligators than water in the swamp, there are no
Soil where scavengers like vultures live.
Then why did I hear such a mournful cry in a place where I shouldn't have heard the vulture?
Brandi didn't know, and he didn't have any extra energy to think. As a gunman who relied on his eyes to make a living, he just wanted to open his eyes and get rid of this extremely insecure situation.
The hard work paid off. With Brandy's efforts, his eyes finally opened a crack. After adapting to the slightly dazzling ambient light, his squinted eyes slowly opened, as if covered with a layer of yellow-green filter.
The world of mirrors comes into view.
The first thing that caught Brandy's eye was an owl that was three stories tall. It stood on the branch of a dead tree that was less than half a leg tall, and its eyes as big as the mouth of a bowl were shining with a faint light. Brandy and Brandy were surprised.
After looking at each other with confused eyes, it chirped briefly, flapped its wings enough to cover an entire sky, and flew away like a roc riding the wind in Eastern mythology.
Brandy suspected that he had seen it wrong, and was about to rub his eyes when the piercing sound of a whistle not far away attracted his attention, but when he discovered that the source of the whistle was a toy train that happened to be passing by, and a
When the wild boar, which was as big as an adult American bison, howled in panic and fled from the bushes that were only as high as Brandy's feet, he was reluctantly convinced that the problem was probably in his brain.
To be honest, although Brandy has basically forgotten all the weird things he came into contact with in his distant past life, as a person who is widely influenced by the so-called "advanced art", his ability to withstand abnormal psychology is naturally ahead of the times.
However, when all kinds of abnormalities really appeared in front of him, even though they were far inferior to those things that originated from the imagination of later generations of humans, they were enough to make Brandi doubt whether he was really crazy.
Although his powerful reason told him that everything he saw before him was the result of distortion, and was most likely related to the crazy Philip Carrier, there was always a strange whisper echoing in his subconscious, which was completely unintelligible if he listened carefully.
It means, but listening to this whisper, Brandi Qian actually began to feel more and more that the illusion in front of him was reality. If it weren't for the reason that remained in his subconscious, he might have really fallen into the illusion in front of him.
With a click, the hammer of the Mauser pistol at his waist was clicked. The cold barrel and crisp mechanical sound made Brandy feel a little more secure.
The whispers in his ears began to become clearer, and the yellow-green world in front of him, full of deformed illusions, began to distort. Brandy's head began to tingle for no reason. He covered his forehead in pain, and his eyes tightened again unconsciously.
close.
After a while, the pain subsided a little, and he opened his eyes again. With the blue light of the clear night sky, he saw vegetation and animals that were of common sense size, and he unconsciously relaxed a little.
"Has the medicine taken effect..." Brandy rubbed her temples and thought, "But why is that sound still..."
Although things in front of us have returned to normal, the whispers just now still linger. Fortunately, they are gradually dying down and it seems that they will completely dissipate soon.
Apart from the whispers, the only abnormality is the seemingly normal world wrapped in blue night light. After all, no matter how clear the natural light is, it will not cover everything like a filter and lose its original meaning.
color.
Suddenly, the whispers in my mind suddenly became excited, as if a symphony suddenly reached its climax without any warning.
Brandi felt something in her heart, and the hand that was originally touching the gun immediately grasped the dagger at her waist.
The cold light was like lightning coming out of its sheath, bringing out a string of blue crystal blood flowers wherever it passed.
Brandy held the dagger behind her back and stared behind her, her eyes full of disbelief.
Philip Carrier, this crazy old man, was standing behind Brandi at the moment, holding a machete more than two feet long in his hand, raising the knife to cut, and there was a deep wound in his throat, which was so blue in color.
Abnormal blood gurgled out.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old man's eyes were as wide as Brandy's, full of disbelief, and seemed very surprised that Brandy saw through his sneak attack.
But the next moment, a cold and strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and with a "bang", it exploded into a ball of deep purple smoke.
The smoke rushed towards Brandy's face, blinding his eyes, causing Brandy, who was already in a fighting state and was concentrating, to be distracted for a moment.
And at this moment, the whispers in Brandy's mind that had been silent for a while became excited again.
Brandi didn't think too much, and suddenly thrust out his left hand towards the smoke, and at the same time, his body rushed towards the direction where his left hand was thrust out.
Brandy was the only one who rushed into the smoke, but there were two people who came out of the smoke.
Brandi pressed Philip Carrier to the muddy ground, holding his throat tightly with his left hand, and holding a dagger in his right hand, as if he would insert it into the opponent's chest in the next second.
"Tell me, what on earth is going on!" Brandi demanded with a roar.
But his questioning only resulted in Philip Carrier's hysterical laughter: "Hahahahahahaha, you actually want the answer, this idiot actually wants to know the answer..."
Brandy felt angry rising from her heart, and her hand tightened around the other person's throat.
Philip Carrier's facial features immediately distorted, and then with a "bang", it exploded into a ball of scarlet smoke and floated away.
Brandi's movements did not stop, because at this moment the whisper in his mind continued to be as exciting as chicken blood. While he rushed out of the scarlet smoke, he changed the dagger to his left hand and pulled out his free right hand.
He had a pistol on his waist.
When he looked around again, he found that he had fallen into a circle composed of four or five Philip Carriers. Each of them was unkempt and skinny, and they all held a machete more than two feet long in their hands, as if they were replicas of
Same as pasted.
The only difference was their expressions. Some had cold smiles, some had murderous intent in their eyes, some were as silent as monks concentrating on prayer, and some were laughing crazily, with their facial features almost out of place.
"kill him!"
A scream so sharp that it broke the sound echoed through the sky.
The Philip Carriers jumped out in response. Their movement patterns were more like humanoid monsters than humans.
Brandy did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and shot Philip Carrier into a ball of light blue smoke. Then he turned slightly sideways and narrowly avoided the shot that Philip Carrier behind him was aiming at his ribs.
A sinister stab.
At this time, the whispering sound in his mind was as persistent as an air raid siren. If it were normal times, this kind of noise would be enough to drive a normal person crazy. However, in danger, Brandi is still fighting, and fighting, as if
It also made him gradually forget the whispers in his head.
But the scary thing is not just the current situation of being besieged. After all, no matter how hard the head-on combat effectiveness of a bad old man is, he can't match that of a young boy. What is really scary is that every time one Philip Carrier explodes into smoke, there will be two more.
Even more Philip Carriers appeared, and then rushed forward one after another as if they were tireless and desperate.
This is simply an unwinnable war of attrition.
In the beginning, Brandi was able to fight back and forth with Philip Carriers, but soon he fell into a disadvantage, was stretched to the limit, and in the end, this unfair fight turned into a bloody battle.
Randy was beaten unilaterally. He was so scarred that he could only try his best to protect his vital parts and desperately avoid the machetes that slashed or stabbed his vital parts.
The above process takes less than five minutes in total.
He fell to the ground again and again and stood up again and again. Sometimes, even Philip Carriers thought he could not stand up, but he still dragged his scarred body tremblingly from the ground again and again.
Get up from the ground.
It's not that Brandy's will is strong, but that every time he is about to give up, he will feel an extreme fear deep in his heart, forcing him to stand up and continue fighting.
His intuition told him that if he gave up here, he would die an extremely ugly death.
However, just when he got up from the ground again and prepared to continue fighting with Philip Carriers, he found that their movements had stopped.
Philip Carrier's hands holding the knives slowly lowered, and they all looked up in the same direction at a 45-degree angle. Their originally different expressions turned into the same fear.
Brandy suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction where Philip Carrier and others were looking. In just a moment, he completely understood their fear.
Not far away, in the blue water swamp shrouded by tall and dense trees, a "mountain range" with inconsistent lines rose up at some point, and the "mountain range" was biased to both sides of the center line, with a pair of edges glowing blood red and a yellow middle band.
A huge green "jade" is embedded in it.
Brandy suddenly felt an indescribable sense of suffocation, an extremely abnormal coldness, a surge of murderous intent, and an indescribable sense of fear that swept through his body.
He felt like the skin of a corrupt official from the Ming Dynasty was being peeled off, and an irresistible force was using coldness, murderous intent, and fear as straw to stuff it into all the holes in his body, without caring at all about his own wishes.
Not willing.
At this time, the pair of "jades" rolled around, and a pair of thick, straight "black lines" appeared on them, like two identical tall buildings.
Brandi finally identified what the pair of "jades" that were at least four stories high were.
Those are a pair of vertical pupils, the vertical pupils of a reptile.
The whispers in my mind finally disappeared at this moment, and were replaced by the roaring sound that gradually came from my ears.
Brandy saw the raging blood-red wave rushing from the foot of the huge "mountain", almost instantly submerging the black wall-like trees that covered the blue water swamp.
The huge "mountain range" suddenly began to move, and the earth began to vibrate, and the vibrations became closer and closer.
This time, Brandy finally saw clearly the limbs raised and lowered on both sides of the "mountain", the body swinging wildly from side to side, the huge mouth slightly opened, revealing huge fangs, and the huge mouth swinging wildly with the body movements.
Tail.
This is clearly an American alligator that is unimaginably huge.
Philip Carriers began to turn around and run away, some in a hurry, some silently, and some crying for their fathers and mothers, stumbling around.
Brandy also started to run away. He was already scarred. Every time he took a step, the wounds all over his body would feel the shock and the pain would increase. But Brandy still ran, and he ran faster and faster.
Escape may be useless, but if you stop, your demise is certain.
Around him, Philip Carrier couldn't hold on anymore and screamed, exploding into various colors of smoke. Those who ran slowly were swallowed up by the blood-red wave, leaving not even the last sound.
Brandy didn't care about the smoke. He didn't even care about the sound of water and the earthquake feeling getting closer behind him. He just kept running and running until the world in front of him changed from blue to scarlet, and then from scarlet to gray.
.
Until the end, his consciousness, together with the increasingly gloomy world, fell into eternal darkness, and there was no recovery.