The temperature of the fire once again diverted a little of Heiwu's attention, and the four of them bought some time.
But only a little bit.
"Run, run, run!"
Ding Ze did not dare to delay. After throwing the gasoline bottle, he immediately rushed towards the tunnel with Monk Liaochen, whose right foot was disabled and normal walking became difficult.
Father Thomas was going to help Partridge Whistle, but Partridge Whistle shook his head. Because he only lost one of his left arms, it was painful, so his running was not affected much.
"Hurry and leave!" Big beads of sweat fell down like rain on his face, and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood at all. Partridge Whistle gritted his teeth and said.
The four people quickly got into the tunnel.
On the line between life and death, Father Thomas took the lead and ran as fast as he could, shirtless.
In the blink of an eye, not long after that, they saw the strange boulder in the tunnel again... The four of them could only sigh and sigh with emotion.
"Don't stop, is it time to see through the stone?" Seeing Partridge Whistle and Monk Liaochen looking at the stone with complex expressions, Ding Ze couldn't help but urge.
The four of them ran wildly again.
Finally, I was lucky enough to save my life, and gradually made my way back to the tomb passage in front of the Jade Gate.
As soon as he returned to the tomb passage, Ding Ze first put Monk Luochen on the ground, then quickly filled the tomb bricks back and sealed the passage before the Partridge Whistle had a chance to say anything.
After doing this, he was really exhausted. Ding Ze sat down on the ground, raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his face, and then...
It’s not a big problem. I haven’t smoked for such a long time, so I must have one.
Ding Ze lit the cigarette and took a long drag. Then he looked at Partridge Whistle and Monk Luochen, whose faces were almost distorted by pain, so... he took out the black gold dagger from his backpack.
"Partridge Whistle, Master Liaochen, those poisonous insects are spreading..." Ding Ze said, "Do you do it yourselves, or do I do it?"
The words floated into the air, and at the same time they floated into the ears of the nervous audience, whose hearts were almost in their throats in the middle of the night.
"F*ck!!!!" Some spectators screamed in fright.
"Holy shit, shit, shit!!! I've seen this kind of scene in the movie, damn it, host, do you need to be so calm and still hold a cigarette in your mouth to say something like this?"
"...I'm going to get out of the way first, and then come back after this period has passed."
"Me too, if I can't stand this kind of thing, I will definitely not be able to recover for many days, so I will withdraw."
"Wait for me!"
In front of the Jade Gate.
Father Thomas slumped to the ground, his old face pale, and his dull eyes staring at Partridge Whistle's left arm and Monk Luochen's right foot.
He heard what Ding Ze said, but unfortunately as a foreigner, if he wanted to understand what Ding Ze was talking about specifically... he could only say that he had a rough idea that was extremely horrifying and terrifying just thinking about it, and he couldn't be sure.
Partridge Whistle and Monk Liao Chen looked at each other. At this point, the corrosion of poisonous insects is indeed spreading. If you delay for a second, more parts of your body will be lost.
Both of them are masters of inversion fighting, and inversion fighting is also a business of putting your head in your belt...
So the two of them nodded to Ding Ze, "Brother Ding, please excuse me."
After saying that, the two of them gritted their teeth and pulled off a piece of cloth from their trouser legs. They quickly tied it a little above the wound and tied it tightly. Then they each swallowed two Red Lian Miaoxin Pills, then gritted their teeth and lay down flat on the ground.
.
Ding Ze saw...
He really doesn't want to and is not happy to do such a thing, but at this moment, if he doesn't do it, who will? Father Thomas?
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Ding Ze felt heartbroken, gripped the black gold dagger, gritted his teeth and stood up.
One knife, two knives.
The audience in the live broadcast room knew what was going to happen, but did not retreat in time: "!!!"
Extremely shocked and extremely panicked.
There was silence in the live broadcast room for about a second.
Swish, swish, swish!
In an instant, not one or two bottles of hemostatic medicine as one of the gifts appeared, but thousands of them, filling the screen and floating continuously.
In three seconds at most, this wave of gifts would be another million in income for Ding Ze.
Of course, Ding Ze didn't care about this. He just quickly called up the panel, entered the live broadcast warehouse, took out two bottles of hemostatic medicine and put them into his backpack, and then quickly took them out from the backpack...
It's actually interesting to say.
After three live broadcasts, one change is very obvious.
During the first live broadcast, if he needed something, he had to ask the audience in the live broadcast room to give him a tip.
During the second live broadcast, he almost didn’t request anything.
Now in this third live broadcast, he doesn't need to say anything at all. These cute little viewers in the live broadcast room have learned to watch their actions and take the initiative to give him what he needs in a timely manner according to the needs of the plot.
Such a journey of change...
It really feels like a girl is gradually turning into a young woman... Ding Ze suddenly thought of this and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
'Why does it feel like I'm playing an extremely weird development game?'
'And you have the largest harem in history?'
Ding Ze shook his head and quickly got rid of this irrelevant thought. Ding Ze first glanced at Partridge Whistle and Monk Lochen who had fainted from the pain.
"It's better if you faint. If you faint, you won't feel the pain."
After muttering something, two bottles of hemostatic medicine were sprinkled one after another, and the white powder quickly covered the two wounds that must be described as shocking.
Needless to say, the effect of this thing is really amazing. It only took a few seconds to stop the blood from the wound.
Done.
It's a pity that it's not time to rest yet, because...
At this moment, Father Thomas, who had made no sound but had a look of horror on his face and dull eyes, slumped on the ground and dared not move, suddenly widened his eyes and raised his arms to point at the two severed limbs on the ground...
"Ding, Mr. Ding, the poisonous insect is still alive!"
Father Thomas was frightened to the extreme.
Ding Ze, who had another cigarette in his mouth, heard this and immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the priest's finger... Of course, he knew what was going on, otherwise he wouldn't have used a black gold dagger to cut off the two severed limbs just now.
Fiddled with it to the side.
At a glance.
I saw the eroded blood and flesh of the two severed limbs, while they were still turning into pus, one after another. In fact, they were really small. It was really hard to imagine that such a small thing could have
Such lethal poisonous insects flew out of the pus...
Ding Ze saw it.
"Damn it, these little things are really stubborn. We won't give up until they are killed!"
After saying that, seeing that there was still some time, Ding Ze reached into his backpack, took out another bottle of gasoline, and turned to Father Thomas with a grin.
"But Father, don't be afraid. Your God may not be able to save your life, but I can."
Father Thomas: “…..”
His mouth moved, but he didn't dare to say anything more.
He couldn't help it. He was stunned at first and saw Ding Ze flying over the wall in disbelief. Just now he saw Ding Ze without blinking, as if chopping vegetables, doing that kind of thing to Partridge Whistle and Monk Luochen...
…
At this moment, even if he borrowed ten of his courage, he would never dare to act arrogantly with Ding Ze again.
See the situation.
Ding Ze was very disappointed. After muttering "It's boring," he unscrewed the plastic bottle, poured gasoline on the two severed limbs not far away, and lit them on fire.
puff.
The flames were stirring, and the poisonous insect was brave and fearless again, and pounced on it.
"Die," Ding Ze said with a smile as he watched the poisonous insects, which were not many in number and were definitely not enough to extinguish the fire, throw themselves into the fire.
His words were full of relaxation, which was normal. After all, in his opinion, the development of the plot to this point meant that he had passed the level again.