Chapter 230 Ghoul

"Is this alive? Or is it dead?" A male voice came into Wu Xian's ears.

"If you die, he won't die!" A resentful voice immediately refuted the male voice.

Suddenly, Wu Xian felt a light shining directly into his eyes, shaking white and feeling so uncomfortable. I want to close my eyes to avoid the beam of light that shines directly into my eyes.

When the black widow saw that Wu Xian's pupils reacted normally, she put her heart down. For Wu Xian, who was lying on the ground like a pig's head, he was funny and angry. After leaving for a while, Wu Xian ran away and finally mobilized everyone to look for it.

"Five me! So fierce, I really don't know how he can be so fierce?" Jazz supported his chin with his right hand and put it on his left hand hanging in front of his chest, but he grinned with pain.

"It's really relatively ferocious!" The ghost face also agreed with what Jazz said. Although the Black Widow did not say anything, she also nodded and expressed a little pressure on what Wu Xian had done.

Wu Xian finally heard who the two voices were. Originally, he wanted to have a good rest to celebrate that he had not hung up, but these people would not sympathize with the injured at all. He kept saying in his ear that Wu Xian was annoyed without any sleepiness.

When he opened his eyes with difficulty, Wu Xian felt that one eye could only see a little light, but the other eye felt that his eyelids seemed to weigh thousands of pounds. The simple action of opening his eyes seemed to be very heavy and troublesome now.

Wu Xian also paid attention to these. What he wants to do most now is to rest. It's hard to escape from death and relax yourself.

Just wanted to speak and stop several people from talking, but he felt something in his mouth. Wu Xian moved his painful mouth and chewed it gently. He felt that the thing in his mouth was a little Q, and then bit it hard. But this ordinary force affected the wound on his face, which made Wu Xian's originally twisted face very disgusting.

Black widow, ghost face and jazz saw Wu Xian's mouth moving there, and the three people's throats fluctuated up and down, and their faces were not so beautiful.

The tingling on his face made Wu Xian spit out the elastic thing in his mouth. A small white thing fell next to Wu Xian. Wu Xian stretched out his right hand and picked it up and put it close to his only eye that could see the object clearly.

"This thing seems to be a little familiar, and it feels like a pipe." After seeing what was in his hand, Wu Xian thought to himself, but Wu Xian was more concerned about the wound in his hand. It seemed that there was not much difference between this hand and the waste, and there were deep bone wounds everywhere.

"Wait, just like the pipe, it's white and can bite..." After Wu Xian saw his finger bone, he suddenly thought of this problem.

"What is in my hand? Why do I feel like my stomach is full? Wu Xian said in a hoarse voice.

When the black widow heard Wu Xian say this, she just intensified her hand and treated Wu Xian's wounds harder. The ghost face is still hidden in the cloak and has no intention of speaking. When Wu Xian saw these two people like this, he turned his eyes to the Jazz.

Jazz saw Wu Xian looking at him, touched his nose and said, "Cough, that's the trachea."

As soon as Jazz finished speaking, a bottle of medical alcohol hit Jazz's injured arm, and the target was still the wound. Jazz was hit by this bottle of medical alcohol and immediately jumped up with his hand in his arms, inhaling cold air in his mouth, and pointing to the black widow's sultry face. If you want to beat him, you dare not beat him. If you want to scold him, you can't cause actual harm to the black widow. Maybe he will make himself unlucky.

So after receiving a bottle of the black widow, Jazz held his hand and stayed away from here like an angry little daughter-in-law. Can't he afford to provoke him?

Although Wu Xian guessed what was in his hand, he was still stunned when he heard Jazz say it. There was indeed an insurmountable gap between reality and ideal.

When the Jazz walked away, Wu Xian also woke up. The first thing Wu Xian woke up was to turn around and spit out, but when he saw that he had spit out a lot of undigested white trachea and meat pieces, Wu Xian vomited more happily.

"Wuch..." Wu Xian's stomach really has nothing to vomit. Now it's just a dry vomiting, but the sour water has been vomited by Wu Xian. Now he can only make this meaningless sound and bursts of abdominal pain.

The black widow and the ghost face couldn't stand the smell of Wu Xian's vomit and stayed away from Wu Xian one after another. The Jazz saw Wu Xian like this from behind the crowd, and his face smelled of gloating. Just now, he was angry by a bottle of medical alcohol by the Black Widow and Wu Xian designed his own thing before, as if God had helped at this moment. He took revenge.

Wu Xian opened his mouth and gasped and vomited from time to time, but he finally controlled his desire to vomit. Give me some water." Wu Xian said to a transformation fighter beside him that at least this group of transformation fighters did not leave him.

A transformation warrior handed Wu Xian a twisted kettle. After receiving it, Wu Xian said to the transformation warrior, "Thank you, brother!" The transformation warrior's eyes seemed to flash, but then it returned to its original appearance, as if nothing had happened. However, the look that flashed in the eyes of the transformation warrior was captured by Wu Xian. Wu Xian saw such feelings in his brother's eyes, and perhaps he could return to a normal state in the future.

Wu Xian put the kettle to his mouth while thinking about the problem. The cool drops of water moistened Wu Xian's dry lips and made his empty stomach find a little comfort. The morning sun is a little warm, with a chill that has not yet dissipated, which makes the body slowly relax a little.

Wait for Wu Xian to return the kettle to the reform soldiers beside him, the black widow said to the reform soldiers, "Bry Xian here!" It's not good for Xian's breathing.

Several transformation soldiers carried the simple stretcher under Wu Xian and prepared to go to the place of the black widow, but Wu Xian saw that the neck on the ground was basically gone, and the cervical spine injuries were full of bite marks.

The dictator's face was painful, and his eyes were wide open. He just looked at Wu Xian. His fists were clenched to death, his fists were full of blood stains, and white bones were exposed in many places. It seems that when the dictator hit him at that time, he used a lot of force. A cervical vertebra supports the dictator's head alone. If the cervical vertebrae hadn't been too hard to bite, I guess I would have bit it down and swallowed it.