Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 157: Deep into the Blood Channel

Under Bai's patient comfort, Bill's mood gradually stabilized. Although he was still shaking a little, he was not so panicked that he couldn't understand what he was saying.

Bill panted rapidly, looked at the next step at Terry's feet, his pupils shrank, and he swallowed.

"I don't know how to describe it, it looks like a giant piece of meat!"

Bruce frowned. He turned his head several times to look at the steps at Terry's feet, but no matter what, he could only see the original appearance of the stone steps. Apart from the black frosted surface, nothing unusual could be seen.

"What meat?"

Bruce couldn't help but ask.

Bill swallowed again, his eyes fixed on the steps, his mouth opened and closed. It was obvious that he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to combine and express it with his limited vocabulary.

Terry scratched his chin. He roughly knew what the scene Bill saw looked like, but he just extended his imagination based on the painting style after entering the Scarlet Land in the pixel game.

"Bill, have you ever been to some wet markets?"

"Yes, yes, it's the kind that looks like it's still alive and beating!"

Wow, that Bill's fear is spot on.

Then Bill licked the corner of his mouth again: "It's still slightly different, it looks smoother, and it's not the kind of muscle reaction that beats, it's more like he's breathing!"

Terry pointed to Bruce's chest.

"Uh...how should I put it?"

Bill stared and nodded, not daring to look away from the steps at all, as if if he didn't pay attention, the piece of meat would rise up and attack them at any time.

Bruce ignored Terry's complimentary answer and always maintained a rigorous attitude.

"From today on, I like talking to smart people."

"This meat shouldn't be dangerous, and it doesn't necessarily come from that monster. It's more like an infection from the environment, or the manifestation of a certain characteristic."

"It's like Batman has the bat symbol on his chest, and The Flash has the lightning symbol on his chest - oh! There's a more appropriate analogy, when Green Lantern approaches you, even if you are separated by a corner or a long distance, but The green light will be caught by our sight first."

Terry raised his hand to touch his forehead, his face a little embarrassed because he didn't know how to describe it accurately.

Bruce stared at Terry. Although he knew that Bill might not understand or listen to their conversation, he still subconsciously lowered his voice in front of an ordinary person.

Terry spoke up, interrupting Bill's growing nervousness.

Bruce immediately understood what Terry meant.

Bill was stunned for a moment by Terry's overly detailed explanation, and then nodded sharply.

Terry raised an eyebrow.

It was dark inside. For Bill, he could smell the strong smell of blood, which represents danger and disgust to humans, from the moment he came in. Then he suddenly saw a smooth piece of flesh that seemed alive, which didn't scare him. His psychological quality is already much higher than that of ordinary people.

"Very good, so the piece of meat you are talking about is a bit like a particularly fresh piece of beef, maybe the muscular part of the beef leg. After being peeled and cut, the nerve activity is still there?"

"Go, I've been there, I've been there."

"Do you know what that is?"

"You mean, this means that the next underground environment can be regarded as another kind of territory?"

"For people, if someone breaks into their manor without permission, they will let dogs bite them. Does this mean that when we step down this ladder, we will start to face danger?"

"That's what it means."

Terry raised the Moon-Watching Sword in his hand, obviously eager to try it.

Bruce looked back at Bill, who was still sitting on the steps and unable to stand up. "It's dangerous down there. I suggest you stay here and don't go down."

Unexpectedly, Bill immediately became stressed after hearing this. His legs, which were as thin as bamboo poles, kept shaking. At the same time, he tried his best to get up with his hands on his hands.

"No! I have to..."

Just as he shouted loudly, his feet were weak and he fell down again.

Terry scoffed.

"I said, if you really want to protect him, just knock him unconscious and leave him here. Do you use your eloquence to persuade criminals like this when you deal with them?"

"He's not a criminal."

"What a monotonous judgment. He wholeheartedly wants to join the Clown Gang and work for the clowns. He is not a criminal now, and he will definitely not be a criminal in the future."

"But he's not now."

Terry stopped arguing with Bruce and stepped directly down the next step.

When he stepped on the 'piece of meat' that Bill had been afraid of for a long time, he even used his toes to crush it, but the feeling under his feet was still that of ordinary stone steps.

"I really hate this kind of mysterious thing, it's vulgar and disgusting."

Bruce watched Terry's figure slowly disappear into the darkness along the spiral staircase, and looked back at Bill, who was a little collapsed because his thoughts could not be coordinated with his body.

This half-mad man had no choice but to look at Bruce for help.

"Please, give me a hand. I just can't stand up right now. I'll be able to adjust to my condition soon. Just give me a hand."

"No, it's too dangerous for you down there."

"I can do it! I can protect myself. I have a gun! I have a gun and bullets. I can protect myself if I encounter danger!"

Bill sobbed and kept groping with his hands. He took out the weapon he received last night from the lining pocket of his coat, held it in his palm and showed it to Bruce.

A pistol and thirteen yellow bullets in a transparent plastic box.

"Just give me a hand, I won't hold you back when you get down there!"

Bruce looked at Bill who was sobbing and asking for help. He glanced at the unloaded pistol, lowered his gaze, and after a brief silence, he turned around and walked down the stairs.

Bill was stunned again. His mental state was very unstable. Perhaps the special environment here also affected him. Bill fell into fantasy more and more frequently.

In the darkness, a black box flew up from below and hit Bill on the head. The pain instantly woke him up.

"If you don't know how to shoot, use this stun device to protect yourself. Go up as soon as you can move."

Bruce's voice came from right below Bill. He didn't want to knock Bill unconscious, and he really couldn't sit idly by like this forever, so he gave his final advice.

Bill stared blankly at the electric shock device that fell in his arms. He supported his body with both hands and moved to the edge of the stairs. He lay on the ground and watched the light from Terry's flashlight beam and Bruce's lighting equipment flicker in the distance. go.

Suddenly, the entire spiral staircase seemed to come alive. The flesh and blood attached to the stones squirmed, turning the entire spiral staircase into a bloody mouth full of jagged teeth, completely swallowing up the light of the two people.

"what!"

Bill was startled, and he shrank back suddenly, falling limply on the steps.

Terry curled his lips when he heard the cry above, stopped and swept the flashlight upward.

Maybe he went too deep. Except for Bruce, who was two levels behind him, Bill's position was no longer visible.

Taking advantage of this moment, Bruce walked quickly around the stairs to catch up.

(End of this chapter)