The ray of coldness was not sharp. After cutting through the clothes and piercing the skin, it allowed a short period of time for a reaction.
"later!"
A large piece of light was blocked behind him, and Peter, who did nothing, panicked and warned, but it was already more than one step too late. The rusty blade caused the pain of grinding the saw teeth, like a small woodworking saw with wrong teeth being used.
It penetrates the skin and flesh, turning the wound into an irregular fold line that cannot be combined.
Can't you use the bench in your hand to think of a solution?
Without enough time to turn around, Kupp stepped forward and fell a few steps outside the house, escaping the attack.
He held the hammer in one hand, covering his lower back, and turned around. The muscle pull caused greater pain, as if a rat soaked in sea water was biting him, and small salt-like particles got stuck in the wound, causing lasting irritation.
The strange attacker was standing behind the door, behind Coop's original position, attracted by the sound Peter made.
Gouchi's body turned, which was too flexible for his posture. The spine, which had never straightened since it appeared, twisted towards Peter, bending sideways at an angle that would make an ordinary person bend sideways.
However, he, or rather it, is stiff. The back of the spine does not bend according to the overall arc, but has a segmental posture, as if several vertebrae are fused together, including the neck.
He did not follow the most suitable turning of his head to observe, but turned his body and turned his eyes under the tattered stitched cloth to face Peter.
"Oh God……"
Now, no matter how dull you are, you will notice that something is wrong. Peter hugged the wooden bench and backed away. There was not much space in the room, so he pressed directly against the wall, unable to retreat.
Kupp let go of the hand covering his waist, and his wet palm slipped on the handle of the hammer. He couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the remnants of the previous fight. He tried hard not to think about this problem, and endured the pain and moved closer to the hunched figure.
One disadvantage of working at the dock is that from time to time you may suffer some minor injuries, such as scratches from some stinging catches, or from being distracted while transporting large cargo. In severe cases, bones may even be involved.
But the hired worker cannot rest due to this injury, so to a certain extent this is a good thing. His rich experience in injuries prevents him from rolling around in pain due to the wound in his lower back.
A guy holding a bench and trembling against the wall could not be considered a danger. The attacker turned around before he got close, and it seemed that he did not intend to waste his energy on Peter first.
Secretly thinking that something was not going well, Kupu kicked off the ground and rushed towards his opponent. He swung the hammer in a large semicircle arc and smashed it down with a whirring sound.
His eyes were locked on the target, and he wanted to see with his own eyes how this guy acted.
Rush to the door and swing the page hammer.
The person whose whole body was wrapped in cloth did not make any evasive movements. Just like before, he adjusted his dagger with his arms curled up and made a weird attack posture.
Kupp smelled a familiar smell, coming from the body of a hunchback, but it was not some kind of body odor caused by living in dust for a long time and lacking water to clean the body.
It seemed to come from a disturbing place, a certain house or something, a workshop where salted fish was processed, and a kitchen with broken pieces of armor and viscera all over the floor. The strange smell came from a window that was not tightly closed, that is,
leaked from the attacker.
This smell is especially noticeable when the hammer is about to hit, and the window opens, spewing out a breath that seems to be familiar in past dreams.
Under the not-so-bright light, the blurred image began to distort. The backlit figure standing between him and the light was elongated, layered, compressed, and opened through a small hole, gap, or something else.
Paths such as holes in the screen disappeared in a completely incomprehensible way.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguoyuedu to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. Yeguoyuedu is available for Android and Apple.]
Swinging it in the air again, the inertia carried him through the door frame and crashed into the house, where he fell on the table.
The unstable table broke one leg on the spot and tilted to one side, causing the body to stumble towards the end of the bed.
The oil lamp and the oil fell to the ground, igniting a pool of flames. The burning sensation rushed towards my face, forcing my body to roll away.
As soon as the firelight dimmed, a small jagged cutting sensation touched the right shoulder, from the upper edge of the collarbone to the acromion. Severe pain surged out from it along with warm liquid. If he hadn't subconsciously avoided the roll of lamp oil, he would have been hit right now.
Neck.
"Peter!" Coop rolled away from the attack, holding the hammer in one hand to block an ensuing stabbing blow.
This deformed guy was much stronger than expected. The pressing force pressed the blade onto his face. The reddish-brown rust was clearly visible, which was the source of the jagged feeling. The blood was soaked in it, like it was growing on metal.
fester.
The belated support was too slow and too unresolute, and had long been noticed. Peter closed his eyes and swung down the wooden bench, with a posture that could hardly be seen as a struggle.
Fortunately, he didn't use all his strength. The attacker gave up the stalemate, jumped away, and disappeared into thin air again. The wooden bench hit Kupp's arm protecting his face moderately, and no obvious bone cracking sound was made.
Unfortunately, a scream immediately continued in this chaotic ensemble. A crouched figure appeared behind Peter and stabbed him with a knife. The unsuspecting guide fell to the ground, with large red spots staining the clothes on his back.
It was like pushing away an insignificant coffin board without throwing a glance at the victim in a pool of blood. Maybe his body structure did not allow him to do this action. He raised the dagger and rushed towards Coop.
Coop, who was halfway up, was knocked to the ground again. The short time Peter bought only gave him a chance to mobilize his injured left arm and hold on to the hammer handle to intercept the dagger. Fortunately, he would not be defeated on the spot in another round of stalemate.
.
But his failure is only a matter of time. The force exerted on the dagger is not much worse than when his arms were intact, not to mention that the injured hand cannot use force now.
The one approaching with the dagger was the tightly wrapped face. The three strange actions just now were obviously not without cost. A mixture of heavy breathing and whining came from under the cloth strips, which was especially noticeable when inhaling. The air flow passed through the cloth strips,
Walking through the layers of hard objects that are not teeth, the rumble sounds like rocks rolling on the bones.
The smell of rust hit his nostrils from his breath, carrying the metal rust powder on the dagger and blowing into his nostrils. Along with the sour smell of some food he had never smelled before, it combined into a scent that seemed to be bloody but also had an oddly familiar smell.
Coop wanted to curse, but his mouth was wide open and he was trying his best just to breathe, so he couldn't pronounce it.
He didn't know who to curse, this damn village, the weird attacker, or this idiot Coop. He should have thought about Kraft's words when he swung the air for the first time. He shouldn't have blindly swung the weapon to attack.
It's time to act blindly, this guy's behavior is actually not that complicated.
But the first time I encountered a conflict, the first time I swung a weapon at someone, and my emotions went up and down several times, who would have thought of this?
Now that the opportunity has long been lost, I am still on the disadvantaged side in a struggle with no room for exertion, and the dagger is hanging on my face. How can I still go to Heavenly Father to learn from my experience? I am afraid that I have no chance. I don’t believe this.
…
The firelight changed slightly again, probably shaking, or like some kind of obstruction.
A foot wearing a small leather boot kicked out decisively from the bed next to it, and kicked the hunchbacked person in the face who had never expected that there was a person hidden in the room.
It has to be said that the wooden sole of the shoe is very strong, and the guy's neck has no ability to bend and relieve force. It really affects the fragile side of the face, causing psychological shock to the guy who was unharmed after coming in, and
A physical blow.
Yin Feng got out from under the bed, raised the package and prepared to give him another hard blow.
Kupu felt a lightness on his body, and without even thinking, he swung the hammer behind Yin Feng with all his strength. It felt like a mixture of carapace and rock flakes, and it shattered under the iron.