Mo Qiong didn't know something had come out, but he could feel an unusual danger.

The security guard died not far away, and I thought it was impossible to be a good person.

The security guard died before he even had time to fire the gun. It can be imagined that the attack of the containment must be extremely rapid.

Could it be that the two people watching the show upstairs at this moment?

At the critical moment, Mo Qiong didn't have time to think too much, and instantly started to spin like a top.

Open your arms and wave them, squat your body slightly to maintain the center of gravity, and stretch one leg out and sweep away along the rotation.

There is no way, Mo Qiong has no other choice. He doesn't know what the other party is, he doesn't know what the other party has, and he doesn't even know whether the other party is a dead or a living thing.

Nowadays, only the full range of strafing can be done as much as possible.

Maybe he will die when he touches it, but he cannot do nothing.

"Fight!"

Mo Qiong was spinning wildly, and the young man next to him was so scared that he hurriedly shrank to the corner.

The two of them had already maintained a certain distance. After all, Mo Qiong did not dare to let the young man stick to him. At this moment, he suddenly turned wildly. The young man thought he was crazy, but he would not be swept away.

In his eyes, there was nothing around, Mo Qiong was simply beating.

"It's over, we don't know what the hell is..." the young man said with a sad face.

What's the use of pretending to be a gyro? Could it be that you can kill the containment?

But he also knew that this was a desperate struggle. He was a D-class person and he knew very well that this behavior was nothing more than a fight.

Facing unknown containment items, when you don’t know the characteristics of the target, it’s almost like trying to test what method you can deal with it.

But there must be someone who wants to die, and there must be someone who has to explore experience.

Just like that cactus, it doesn't look like nothing now, you can hold it and walk away with your breath.

But behind this experience is the sacrifice of many members and D-class personnel. No one has ever committed suicide, so no one can know that they can be contained like this.

When you don’t commit suicide, you will die, but there is still a glimmer of hope for committing death.

He has lived to this day and has experienced many times of dying and death. When people around him have been dying, he has closed his eyes and given up, but inexplicably he has triggered a path and survived: when you can't see it, it can't see you.

So this D-level personnel, seeing Mo Qiong spinning so wildly, he was not idle either.

He simply kicked his feet randomly and attacked the air.

Because his hands were handcuffed behind him, he was not as balanced as Mo Qiong. He fell down after kicking, but he didn't stop, huddled by the wall, twitching his feet.

Rub your back on the ground and mop the floor wildly.

But he also closed his eyes and held his breath, using the methods he had previously used at the same time as possible. What if he hit a ghost?

So the two of them had a whirlwind gyro and a gyro-rock Thomas, and the scene was quite funny.

But in order to gain vitality, both of them did this without hesitation. Mo Qiong is not a reserved person, and even more so is D-level personnel.

"puff!"

Mo Qiong had just turned twice and felt the severe pain of tearing, and a muscle on his left chest was pulled down.

Then it seemed like I had a slap in the face.

"Bang!"

Mo Qiong, who was spinning like a top, suddenly glanced at a terrifying face. It was not a human face, but no human facial features. There were only three rusty fan leaves on his face that were rotating.

It was like an electric fan stuffed into a hollow head. Because the outline of the face was not round, but oval, the fan blades were still shaving the flesh in the cheeks on both sides of the cheeks when the fan blades turned.

And his hand was yelling on the face of the broken electric fan.

This was just a brief glance, and the face disappeared instantly.

What disappeared together was Mo Qiong's pectoral muscles and a few blood.

Unsure of safety, Mo Qiong turned around twice before finally stopping in pain, and his chest was dripping with blood and dyed his shirt red.

"Uhhhh..." Mo Qiong felt what it felt like to be torn off by the chest muscles.

I was too nervous before, and it didn't hurt so much when I just tore it off. Now I stop and feel it, it hurts even more.

He leaned on the ground with his hands, and the blood dripped and trembled in pain.

Mo Qiong's thoughts moved slightly, and the dripping blood disappeared as soon as it left his body. Then he relaxed his expression and felt relieved.

He knew that the thing just now was slapped into another universe by him.

Seeing the security guard die in front of him and still holding back, he was looking for death. He rotated like a top, hoping to knock it away when the containment object attacked it.

When flying to the moon, the sun is not safe, because it takes a process, an extremely slow, long process.

So his goal is directly "above planet".

The so-called aerial planet is a place where there is no desolate, no living creature, and a sea of ​​magma and fire.

In particular, there are ten suns in the sky, which excludes all the stellar systems currently observed by Earthlings. Because so far, humans have not discovered a multi-body galaxy of ten stars.

More importantly, Mo Qiong was sure that he would shoot arrows there and the arrows would disappear.

In other words, it is not in the world where Moqiong is located at all, and there is no such place in the entire universe.

This is the unlucky universe he finally determined after living in Mengdao.

It is difficult for him to choose a place with signs of life, otherwise it is equivalent to putting the shelter that harms here into another universe and harming others...

What Mo Qiong can do is to choose a deserted place.

The electric fan head was now slapped by Mo Qiong in the unlucky universe. In order to verify, the electric fan head was aimed at, causing the dripping blood to disappear.

It must be no longer in this world, but it is considered to have eliminated a containment for this world.

"But it's too dangerous, but fortunately it didn't kill me in seconds..." Mo Qiong was extremely grateful after the disaster.

Although my chest muscles were torn off, it was better than losing my life.

It was so dangerous just now. First of all, I didn’t know where the other party was hiding. If he hesitated for a moment and did not decisively smash the air, he would probably die if he didn’t have time to do anything.

Secondly, he could hit the containment. If he couldn't hit it or could not touch it, his behavior would be meaningless.

In the end, he was not dead... In fact, when choosing to rotate, Mo Qiong was quite nervous. If he really hit, would he die? Will he be killed even if he sent him away? Most likely, his life would be replaced.

So although it is heartbreaking now, the result is a good result that Mo Qiong is completely willing to accept, and he is still very surprised.

But even so lucky, Mo Qiong still had a layer of worry, that is, the injury would not cause any effect on him, right?

It would be fine if it was a milder effect, such as the deep diving player, Moqiong could still accept it, but if it was a cheating effect like sleeping until old age, it would be miserable.

But he didn't have the heart to think about these things anymore. The situation seemed to be very bad. The security guards here were dead. How bad was the situation below?

And now, he was injured and his chest was in great pain.

"How are you? What's attacking you?" The young man couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard Mo Qiong screaming for a long time.

Because I can scream for so long, it means I'm not dead yet.

After seeing Mo Qiong's tragic injuries, he knew that he had been attacked by the shelter, but Mo Qiong was lying there and trembling, and the shelter in the secret was not going to kill him for a long time.

"A...the electric fan head...it grabbed me, I slapped it, and then I didn't know, it seemed to have run away..." Mo Qiong said.

The young man said in shock: "This method is really useful? Damn, we are too lucky!"

After a blind fight, he actually frightened the containment. Since Mo Qiong was attacked and it was fine now, just look at the dead security guards and you will know that if you stop, it must have been accidentally triggered by some condition.

"Electric fan head? I haven't heard of it... But if it's such a containment, it may be that there is a switch on its face. You slapped it just so that it could not move invisible or blurred?" the young man guessed.

"What logic is this?" Mo Qiong looked at him in surprise. If he had an electric fan on his head, could there be a switch on his face?

"This is the survival logic of D-level personnel. Observe details, break the conventions, break through inertial thinking, and use their lives to fight for a life. Sometimes some seemingly simple small measures can suppress the containment. I am an experience!" said the young man with an expression of being an old driver.

Mo Qiong refused to argue. He leaned against the wall now and just wanted to stop the bleeding as soon as possible.

The young man didn't say much, hurriedly got up from the ground, came over and bent down and said, "Take me, I'll take you to the infirmary!"

Mo Qiong was no longer pretentious, and stood up with his neck, staggered downstairs, and was taken to the infirmary on the fifth floor by the so-called D-class driver.

Of course, Mo Qiong knew that he had shot the fan head into the unlucky universe.

But he didn't know that at this moment, his hands were handcuffed, and he supported Mo Qiong with his shoulders. Before his legs were idle, he suddenly kicked the air twice after taking two steps.

Sometimes he kicked forward, sometimes he kicked backward, sometimes he flew to the side twice.

He jumped around with one leg and took Mo Qiong to the infirmary, which made both of them almost fall down several times.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say I turned on the switch?" Mo Qiong grinned.

"Ah? I'm talking nonsense. Everything is possible. I haven't seen this containment before. Maybe I just retreated temporarily. Maybe I might appear again at some point." The young man looked serious.

Although his movements were quite funny, he still carried out serious measures that were not sure whether there were any useful predictions.

Mo Qiong was amused and cried. He knew that this man treated the behavior just now as an effective behavior. He thought that if the containment reappeared, it might be useful to kick randomly in such a prediction, and it would be better than to do nothing.

This is the survival attitude of D-level personnel. There may be some useful methods, and they are treated as precious knowledge and then done very seriously.

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Chapter completed!