In the collapsed base, Long Xiaoqi and the ghost soldier quietly watched the collapse in front of them and felt the power to destroy the world. After everything calmed down, the ghost soldier immediately took him to continue walking north.

There is a mountain to the north, and there is a secret passage. After entering the secret passage, Long Xiaoqi saw an old-fashioned locomotive parked there. There are railway tracks here, extending to the north, and I don’t know where to extend.

"Help me." The ghost soldier took out the first aid kit and threw it in front of Long Xiaoqi.

He took off his military coat, took off the clothes inside, revealing his body covered with bullet holes and scars. But even such a scarred body still gave Long Xiaoqi a feeling of explosion, as if power could surge out at any time.

The ghost soldier asked Long Xiaoqi to help him take out the warhead. Although he could take out most of the warhead, he couldn't take out the ones on his back.

Long Xiaoqi, holding a scalpel in one hand and tweezers in the other, began to take the warhead for the ghost soldier. When he faced his back, when the scalpel cut a bullet hole into the scalpel, his eyes changed.

He had made a decision before, either fooling the Ghost Soldier or killing him! The opportunity now is the best. As long as he stretches out the scalpel forward, he will stab the Ghost Soldier's heart.

"What do you want to do after you go out? Do you follow me?" Long Xiaoqi asked casually.

"I don't know." The ghost soldier replied indifferently: "I want to help you recover your health."

Long Xiaoqi hesitated for a moment, and the scalpel did not extend out in the end and continued to take the warhead for the other party. To be honest, killing a ghost soldier would be unprecedentedly satisfied, but this satisfaction is definitely not a sneak attack.

Since the other party has no idea what to do in the future, there is still hope to win it. In addition, there is another important point, that is, the ghost soldier may help him recover from his injuries.

To be honest, Long Xiaoqi's hands holding the scalpel were trembling and shaking. The morphine medicine force was about to pass. When this medicine force passed, he might be not far from death.

Take out the bullets one by one, and then use sheep intestinal thread to suture it. After doing this, Long Xiaoqi's face became very embarrassed, his body began to show spastic convulsions, and dark blood began to flow out of the corners of his mouth.

On the contrary, the ghost soldier who was taken out of the warhead in his body showed improvement. Although he lost too much blood, no warhead was fatal. During the melee, he could not control the shooting, but he could effectively avoid the attack on the fatal part.

The ghost soldier looked at Long Xiaoqi indifferently, stretched out his right palm and pressed it against his chest.

Suddenly, the ghost soldier suddenly shot hard.

"Bang!"

"puff!"

Black blood was soaring, and Long Xiaoqi almost fainted by a pill of the ghost soldier.

It hurts, it hurts violently, no matter where you are on your body. Even the stinging pain of the needle tip piercing in your fingers, it feels like being thrown on a mountain of swords, enjoying the whole body of thousands of swords.

At this moment, Long Xiaoqi regretted it. He felt that he should have killed the ghost soldiers just now.

"Bang!"

Another dull palm, the ghost soldier didn't care whether Long Xiaoqi could bear it, and once again slammed his abdomen.

"puff!……"

"ah!!!"

Long Xiaoqi burst into a tragic cry, opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of black blood.

This mouthful of black blood is full of fishy smell. I don’t know how long it has been accumulated in the body, which is a sharp contrast with the previous black blood. It can be understood in this way that the previous black blood is just the surface, and what will be vomited is hidden in the deepest part.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."

One palm after another, the ghost soldiers kept slapping Long Xiaoqi's body. Almost all the slapping around Long Xiaoqi's heart, as if they were going to smash the heart alive.

Long Xiaoqi had fainted, and was at the mercy of ghost soldiers like a pile of meat. He lost his sense of pain, and the central nervous system took the initiative to cut off the pain branches he controlled at this time, making him unconscious, and giving him enough protection to his body.

The smelly black blood flowed out of Long Xiaoqi's mouth one by one, becoming thicker and darker in color, just like a rotten liquid.

The ghost soldier is not about killing Long Xiaoqi. If he wants to kill, he can smash Long Xiaoqi's sternum and even the heart with his first palm. He uses his own way to help Long Xiaoqi recover. According to his theory, human internal injuries are always a problem of blood.

This is in line with Western medical theory and also in line with the theory of traditional Chinese medicine. Blood is indeed the fundamental reason for human health, and internal injuries are often problems of blood.

But no one dares to heal this way, and even the immortal doctor Hou dares to use such a tyrannical method. This will kill people, and if one is not good, it will not kill the living person.

After completing the slap, the ghost soldier with a cold face stretched out two fingers to put them on Long Xiaoqi's chest and poked them like lightning.

"Swish!"

Long Xiaoqi sat up like a conditioned reflex, his eyes wide open, and his face was covered with blue veins, just like a piece of earthworms crawling on it.

It is as ferocious as it is, as terrifying as it is. At this moment, Long Xiaoqi was tricked by the ghost soldiers and was in hell, but he was unable to resist and could only accept it passively.

"puff!……"

A mouthful of black blood with countless small clots of blood spurted out.

"Right atrium." The ghost soldier spit out three words.

While making a sound, place your finger in your right atrium and poke it down again.

Long Xiaoqi lay down again, staring at her eyes like a living dead man, her head tilted to one side, and a tiny blood clot flowed out along the corner of her mouth.

As the flow was flowing, the black and smelly blood slowly changed color and began to appear normal red. This means that the blood accumulated in his body was completely released by the violent methods of the ghost soldiers. This method of either death or life is effective.

But Long Xiaoqi lost too much blood and his breathing was almost gone.

48oo ml, the blood volume of a normal person. When the loss of 25% is lost, death may occur. Long Xiaoqi's weight should be 8o kg, which means that the blood in his body exceeds 5ooo ml.

But since his internal injury has exploded, he has lost almost half of his blood. Normal people have died long ago. The reason why Long Xiaoqi has not died is because he has suffered too many injuries and has shed enough blood.

He looked at Long Xiaoqi who was on the verge of death indifferently, and the ghost soldiers began to wave the shovel to fill the steam furnace with coal, burning it to generate steam kinetic energy.

"Buzz!"

The sound of a whistle sounded, and the locomotive with enough kinetic energy began to drive forward along the rails.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Chapter completed!