I Wasn’t Born Lucky - Chapter 208

After Wen Wenwen got up, put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder beside him, and walked in the direction of returning.

However, it hasn’t taken two steps yet. From the fog in that direction came the sound of gradually approaching footsteps, drifting near like a ghost. The footsteps have a bit of weight, but they are not beyond the weight of ordinary people. They are between ordinary and abnormal. The median value is unclear whether the thing in the mist is a human or a monster.

“Go a detour to the side, the road on the left can go around.” Wen Wenwen withdrew his hand and stared at the front.

They immediately turned their heads and walked in the direction Wen Wenwen said, but not only the direction that everyone was facing, but the same footsteps came from the side they wanted to detour.

The difference from the previous side was that a gust of wind from nowhere blew away the thick mist in front of him, and a face emerged from it, facing the reincarnations who could stop.

Jin Handong glanced at it with surprise, only to realize that the face was so familiar.

Just before, I ate and chatted with them, slept in the same small house, and finally slept in my own bed.

He is the dead Tsuruta, but appeared in the mist, gradually approaching the reincarnation.

Tsuruta opened his eyes, and the protruding eyeballs were full of dense white insect filaments. Those insect filaments burrowed through, and after a step, they would fall out of the eye sockets and be smashed by him.

Judging from the degree of decay of the corpse, it seemed that he had been dead for at least half a month.

But this is less than two days before his true death.

“Run!” Jin Handong pressed his throat while listening to the sound of footsteps coming from all directions.

Since the sounds in these mists were coming towards them from the direction of the town center, everyone had to run in the opposite direction. After running for about half a minute, Wen Wenwen at the front stopped.

In the clearing ahead, the group of young people who had walked out of the shop were gathering together.

The red-haired boss was smoking his last cigarette, throwing the cigarette **** on the ground casually, and rolling it back and forth with his toes.

This piece of land is on the edge of the town of Stellan. The land is barren, and it is usually used as an isolation land, and not often people pass by, so they chose to play here.

The young people didn’t know where they brought the clothes rails and cardboard boxes. Use tape to erect the clothes rails and fix them on the railings, hollow out the bottom of the cardboard boxes and stick them to the top of the railings, as a simple basketball Shelf use.

The railing behind the clothes rail is the railing around the edge of the town, dividing the town from the outside world.

The younger brother, who was holding the red-haired boss’s cigarette case, wrapped the carton and held the basketball in his hand. After confirming that he would not be stuck, he turned around and said: “Boss, well, let’s start, I’m going to join you. .”

Hongmao Old Avenue: “Go, don’t be bored, start, the old man wants me to go back soon.”

The remaining few people shrugged and automatically divided into two teams. The younger brother threw the basketball to the red-haired boss. He poured the ball on the ground, slapped it up and down, and assumed an offensive posture.

The other team started defensively. It took a few rounds for both sides to come and go before they were interrupted by the footsteps of the samsara.

The red-haired boss turned around. He couldn’t grasp the ball in his hand, and rolled straight ahead to Wen Wenwen’s feet.

The younger brother can look at his eyes very well. Seeing that the fog is too heavy, his boss can’t see who is coming in front. He thought it was an old man in the town. His face was not pretty. He immediately stood up and walked a few meters and saw that it was at the door of the store The group of outsiders said loudly, “Why do you guys from outside come here? Are you not used to living and want to go?”

The red-haired boss raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and he was about to fly out of his face: “Hurry up and go, there will be a few batches every year. I really take it and I’m annoying.”

Wen Wenwen only felt his feet itchy, and he wanted to kick the basketball in front of him, but considering that he would definitely fly out of town in this direction, he still chose to bear with it.

I wanted to change the way to escape, but at this time, the footsteps behind the reincarnations disappeared again, and the fog has not dissipated.

Kesia stood up, and she put her sweaty temples back to her ears from running, her green eyes waved like waves: “You just said how many batches of foreigners come every year? What happened to them, you know. Huh?”

The red-haired young man sneered: “They are not Lao Tzu’s parents, Lao Tzu is in charge of them? You too, just leave if you want, don’t delay Lao Tzu’s play.”

Xia: “…”

Assassin.

When encountering such a difficult person to communicate, Kesia had nothing to do.

If this were the reality, she would have gone up to educate his mother a long time ago, and although she can teach the other party a lesson now, but in the dungeon world, she can bear it, she chose the same way as Wen Wenwen.

Bruce whispered in her ear: “Now the sound of chasing us has disappeared, shall we go back and see?”

“Make sure that it’s time, so the monster in the mist disappeared, or is it because we got here.” Wen Wenwen said without hesitation.

They were about to change directions and try again, when one of the young people in the peaked cap on the clearing over there suddenly screamed.

“what!”

He stood behind the red-haired boss and was startled: “Little Qian, what’s the situation?”

Just as Hong Mao turned his head, the basketball that had been against Wen Wenwen’s toes, rolled up automatically without wind, and rolled to Hong Mao’s heel.

A rubbing touch came from his feet. Hong Mao looked down and saw that it was the basketball, so he reached out and picked it up. He thought that Wen Wenwen kicked it over, so he rudely said: “You still know each other.”

The red-haired boss didn’t have to look at the reincarnation at all, so he didn’t see the shocked look on the opponent’s face.

Just because in the eyes of the reincarnation, the basketball has changed from an ordinary orange basketball to a human head when it was held in the arms of the red-haired boss.

The man was wearing a triangular headscarf, the cut in his neck was mottled, and there were obvious cuts on his throat.

This is… the head of the cut-throat figure!

Everyone immediately turned their heads and caught the figure behind obliquely.

Compared to the first time we met, the cut-throat figure was already covered with cuts and bruises, and the whole body was covered with cut wounds, and the neck was the most severely injured, with its head missing.

The cut-throat figure was facing the red-haired boss, as if “looking” at his head.

The young man called “little money” bent down, hugged his stomach, and said in pain, “Just now…something seemed to hit me and it hurt me to death.”

The little red-haired brother laughed and said, “Bumped in your stomach? You are afraid that it’s not your uncle.”

Xiao Qian clutched his stomach, picked up his clothes, and found a large bruise on his stomach: “This…what’s going on, it hasn’t happened before.”

Hong Mao frowned: “I think you fell or hit the corner of the table when you came out. It’s really disappointing. Go back and wipe some potion. We will continue with the rest.”

He didn’t pay attention to the reincarnations at all. He held the basketball and jumped to the basket: “Go on, it’s a bit late, and whoever scores first will win.”

“Wait—” Wen Wenwen hadn’t finished saying this, and there was movement in the clearing.

Hongmao’s basketball hasn’t been released yet, but the faithful boy standing next to him called out loudly. He clutched his left arm and rolled directly on the ground in pain: “It hurts, boss, it hurts. Someone hit me. Arm!”

“What’s the mess, get up, are you touching porcelain?” The red-haired boss kicked him with his toe.

The obedient little brother on weekdays was unable to survive this time and curled up into a shrimp-like shape: “It hurts too much, boss, it hurts!”

Standing at the back, Xiao Li walked over, pulled away the red hair from behind, squatted down and fiddled with his arm: “It’s dislocated.”

Little brother: “Sigh, brother, please be gentle, it hurts me to death!”

The red-haired boss felt a bit cold behind his back: “No, why did this suddenly dislocate? My invincible dunk hasn’t been shot yet?”

Wen Wenwen and others also followed. He stared at the head in Hong Mao’s hand and said, “I didn’t see what it was…”

They had been observing the head of this man before, but the head of the man closed his eyes tightly and did not attack the younger brother and the young man. Could there be a kind of ghost in this clearing?

Xiao Li said nothing.

The little brother looked at Xiao Li eagerly: “Can you pick it up?”

Xiao Li: “No.”

Brother: “…”

Before he spoke, Jin Handong came over and said, “I will take it, bear with it.”

She grabbed the little brother’s arm and squeezed, accompanied by a sound of bone returning, and after the little brother screamed loudly, his arm recovered from the dislocated state.

“Thank you, thank you.” He tried to move his arm.

Xiao Li wanted to take the head from the red-haired boss. The red-haired boss didn’t let go and glared at the other person: “What are you doing?”

Xiao Li pondered for a moment: “Cure his thanks?”

The red-haired boss: “…No, I wonder if this was not cured by you?”

“Okay,” Xiao Li asked towards Jin Handong, “Can thank you for this?”

Jin Handong replied a little confused: “…It’s okay, Sherlock, you figure it out.”

Xiao Li looked back at Hongmao, and reached out for a gesture.

This is actually not a valuable thing. The younger brother is a good friend of Hong Mao for many years. He reluctantly let go of his hand and let the boy in front of him take his basketball.

Hong Mao originally wanted to explain two things. For example, he could sign the basketball name to make it more valuable. But in the next second, in his sight, Xiao Li pointed the basketball with his fingertips, and then used another Swing one hand outwards to make the basketball rotate against the fingertips.

When the basketball turned to the fastest speed, he pointed his finger to the top, threw the basketball in the air, and threw it out with his palm.

This is a common slam dunk position.

The premise is that he throws a real basketball.

In the eyes of the reincarnation, the head of the closed-eyed person was spinning rapidly in the air, and was thrown by Xiao Li at the cut-throat figure who had lost his head.

If you observe carefully enough, you will find that the head has a tendency to roll its eyes due to the previous strenuous exercise.

But its body hurriedly reached out to pick up its head.

I don’t know if it is because of Xiao Li’s poor shooting skills, or the cut-throat figure without a head can not see the way, in short, this head crashed in the middle of the road.

It did not reach the opposite side of the parabola, but bumped twice in the middle and rolled to the outside.

The cut-throat figure bent down, looking for his head.

other people:”……………”

Only Hong Mao said confusedly: “What are you doing to throw the ball over there?”