Chapter 114 The Unlucky Universe

Mo Qiong didn't know what had escaped, but he could sense the unusual danger.

The security guard died not far away, and it was obvious that he was not a good person.

The security guard died before he could even fire his gun, so it was conceivable that the attack of the containment object must be extremely swift.

Could it let go of the two people who were watching the show upstairs at the moment?

At the critical moment, Mo Qiong had no time to think about it, and instantly spun like a gyroscope.

He opened his arms and waved them, squatted slightly to maintain his center of gravity, and stretched out one leg to sweep away along the rotation.

There was no way, Mo Qiong had no other choice. He didn't know what the other party was, he didn't know what the other party had, he didn't even know if the other party was dead or alive.

Now he could only sweep in all directions as much as possible.

Maybe he would die if he touched it, but he couldn't do nothing.

"Fight!"

As Mo Qiong spun wildly, the young man next to him was so scared that he quickly shrank into the corner.

The two had kept a certain distance. After all, Mo Qiong didn't dare to let the young man stick to him. At this moment, he suddenly spun wildly, and the young man thought he was crazy, but he would not be swept.

In his eyes, there was nothing around, and Mo Qiong was just hitting blindly.

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

What's the point of pretending to be a spinning top? Can it kill the containment?

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

Facing unknown containment, when you don't know the characteristics of the target, trying your luck to try what methods can be dealt with is almost the same as committing suicide.

But someone has to commit suicide, and someone has to explore experience.

Just like the cactus, it doesn't look like anything now, and you can hold it and walk around at will.

But behind this experience is the sacrifice of many members and D-level personnel. No one has committed suicide, so no one can know that it can be contained in this way.

When you will die even if you don't commit suicide, committing suicide can still give you a glimmer of hope.

He has survived many near-death experiences since he was alive. People around him have also died continuously. When he closed his eyes and gave up, he inexplicably triggered a way out and survived: a certain containment object cannot see you when you cannot see it.

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

He simply kicked randomly and attacked the air.

Because his hands were handcuffed behind his back, he was not as balanced as Mo Qiong. He fell down after kicking twice, but he did not stop. He huddled against the wall and raised his feet high and kicked like a twitch.

He rubbed his back on the ground and mopped the floor frantically.

But he also closed his eyes and held his breath, trying to use the methods that were used before at the same time as much as possible, in case he encountered a ghost?

So the two of them, one was a whirlwind gyro and the other was rolling Thomas, the scene was quite funny.

But in order to gain a chance of survival, both of them did it without hesitation. Mo Qiong was not a reserved person, and the D-class personnel were even less so.

"Puff!"

Mo Qiong had just turned twice when he felt a tearing pain. A piece of muscle on his left chest was forcibly torn off.

Then it seemed as if he had slapped something.

"Pah!"

Mo Qiong, who was spinning like a top, suddenly caught a glimpse of a terrifying face. It was not a human face, and it had no facial features. There were only three rusty blades on the face that were turning.

It was like a hollow head with an electric fan stuffed in it. Because the facial contour was not round, but oval, the blades were still scraping the flesh on both sides of the cheeks when they turned.

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

It was just a brief glimpse, and the face disappeared in an instant.

Along with it, a piece of Mo Qiong's chest muscle and some blood disappeared.

Unable to confirm his safety, Mo Qiong turned twice more before he finally stopped because he couldn't bear the pain. The blood on his chest stained his shirt red.

"Uh ah ah..." Mo Qiong felt what it felt like to have his chest muscles torn off.

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

He supported himself on the ground with his hands, blood dripping, and he was shaking with pain.

Mo Qiong's thoughts moved slightly, and he saw that the dripping blood disappeared as soon as it left his body. Only then did he relax and feel relieved.

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

Seeing the security guard die in front of him, it would be a death wish to hold back. He spun like a gyroscope, hoping to hit it away when the containment attacked it.

Flying to the moon or the sun is not safe, because it requires a process, an extremely slow and long process.

So his goal is directly the "flying planet".

The so-called flying planet is a place that is desolate, without life, and a sea of ​​magma and fire.

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

More importantly, Mo Qiong determined that if he shot an arrow there, the arrow would disappear.

In other words, it was not in the world where Mo Qiong was at all, and there was no such place in the entire universe.

This was a hapless universe that he finally determined after slowly experimenting after living on Meng Island.

He couldn't choose a place with signs of life, otherwise it would be like releasing the containment that was a scourge here into another universe, causing harm to others...

All Mo Qiong could do was to choose a desolate place.

The fan head had been slapped by Mo Qiong and sent to the unlucky universe. To verify, he used the fan head as a target and made the dripping blood disappear.

It must be no longer in this world. It was considered to have eliminated a containment object for this world.

"But it was too dangerous. Fortunately, it didn't kill me instantly..." Mo Qiong was extremely grateful for surviving the catastrophe.

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

It was very dangerous just now. First of all, he didn't know where the other party was hiding. If he hesitated for a moment and didn't smash the air decisively, he would die before he could do anything.

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

Finally, he didn't die... In fact, when choosing to rotate, Mo Qiong was quite nervous. If he really hit it, would he die? Would he be killed instantly even if he sent it away? Most likely, his life would be replaced.

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

But even though he was so thankful, Mo Qiong still had a worry. Would this injury have any effect on him?

It would be fine if it was a milder effect, such as the Deep Diver, which Mo Qiong could still accept, but if it was a pitfall effect like sleeping until old, it would be terrible.

But he didn't want to think about it anymore. The situation seemed very bad. The security guards here were all dead, so how bad would the situation be down there?

And now, he was still injured and his chest hurt so much.

"How are you? What attacked you?" The young man opened his eyes after hearing Mo Qiong screaming for a long time.

Because he could scream for so long, it meant he was not dead yet.

After seeing Mo Qiong's tragic injuries, he knew that he was attacked by the containment, but Mo Qiong was lying there trembling, and the containment in the dark was reluctant to kill him.

"A... electric fan head... it scratched me, I slapped it, and then I don't know, it seemed to run away..." Mo Qiong said.

The young man said in shock: "Does this method really work? Damn, we are so lucky!"

A random attack actually scared away the containment? Since Mo Qiong was attacked, and now he is fine, just look at the dead security guards and you will know that there is no reason to stop. It must have triggered some conditions accidentally.

"Electric fan head? I haven't heard of it... But if it is such a containment, it may have a switch on its face, and you slapped it with a slap, making it invisible or virtual?" The young man guessed.

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

"This is the survival logic of D-level personnel, observe details, break the routine, break through inertial thinking, and fight for a way out with life. Sometimes some seemingly simple small actions can suppress the containment. This is my experience!" The young man said with an expression of an old driver.

Mo Qiong did not comment. He was leaning against the wall now, just wanting to stop the bleeding quickly.

The young man didn't say much, and hurriedly got up from the ground, leaned over and said, "Hold on to me, I'll take you to the infirmary!"

Mo Qiong didn't pretend anymore, and stood up with his neck, staggered downstairs, and was taken to the infirmary on the negative fifth floor by this so-called D-level personnel veteran.

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, with his hands handcuffed behind his back and supporting Mo Qiong with his shoulders, his legs were not idle, and he suddenly kicked the air twice after taking two steps.

Sometimes he kicked forward, sometimes he kicked backward, and sometimes he fluttered to the side.

He took Mo Qiong to the infirmary on one leg, causing the two of them to almost fall several times.

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

"Ah? I'm talking nonsense. Everything is possible. I haven't seen this containment. Maybe it's just a temporary retreat. Maybe it will appear again at any time." The young man looked serious.

Although his actions were quite funny, he was still very serious about the predictive measures that he was not sure would be useful.

Mo Qiong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He knew that this person regarded his previous actions as effective, thinking that if the containment object appeared again, it might be useful to kick it randomly in this predictive way, which was better than doing nothing.

This was the survival attitude of the D-class personnel. They treated any method that might be useful as precious knowledge and then did it seriously.

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