Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

"Fei, I'm so sorry, Wei, Mr. Wesley, I can't smell anything now."

In the grove outside the city of Machinna, the sand wolf covered his nose tightly, his eyes were red, and he was choking with snot and tears.

The reason why he shed tears was not because of shame, guilt or the like, nor was it because he was crying, but because the sand wolf's nose, which could communicate with the gods, was destroyed, and he really couldn't help it.

The tattered clothes taken off by the leeches, especially the rotten wooden basket that had been used to hold the flesh, were all specially added with "ingredients".

The strong and pungent stench is just to cover up this special "ingredient".

This thing is magical. I don’t know what ingredients it is made of or how it is made. The smell is not strong. Anyway, Du Weiguo’s sense of smell is also far superior to that of ordinary people, so he can’t tell the difference at all.

This thing is undoubtedly specially designed for people with the ability of smell. Once you smell it, you will instantly lose your sense of smell and burst into tears.

It's like ultra-low frequency sound waves, which ordinary people can't hear at all, but for people with special hearing, it's like a bolt from the blue.

Faced with this situation, Du Weiguo was helpless and could only pat him on the shoulder and comfort him in a gentle voice:

"It's okay, Sand Wolf, it's not your fault. Just step back and take a rest."

At this time, the sand wolf really couldn't hold on anymore, and couldn't even stand steadily. It was tottering, and its eyes were bloodshot as if they were about to bleed.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Wesley, I'm sorry."

The sand wolf responded vaguely, then staggered back.

"Bang~"

Miss Hu suddenly raised her foot and kicked the broken basket far away. Her brows were furrowed and she was pinching her nose.

"Du Da, this guy is not simple. He has some skills. He can make such a weird thing. He must be well prepared."

Her voice was muffled and a little hoarse, and her eyes were a little solemn.

Miss Hu was right. The opponent who could make such a professional thing and destroy the sand wolf effortlessly and use it to evade pursuit must be no ordinary person but definitely a master.

In fact, Miss Hu's sense of smell is also extremely sensitive, although it is still inferior to that of a gifted person like the Sand Wolf.

But she could also smell this special "stuff" and also experienced a certain degree of stimulation.

Fortunately, she was not as badly injured as the sand wolf, which lost her sense of smell and even affected her ability to move.

The reason why Miss Hu was so serious was not because of this "material".

The key point is that the owner of the clothes and the wooden basket has now left the woods, but has left no traces or clues.

Anyway, with Miss Hu's keen eyesight, she didn't notice any clues. It was as if this guy had disappeared out of thin air.

  At this moment, Du Weiguo also frowned tightly, his face gloomy:

"You're right. This guy does have some tricks. Even I can't find any clues. Hu Da, do you think this guy can fly or teleport?"

Du Weiguo's tone was filled with anxiety and worry.

Ever since entering the jungle, he has used his X-ray eyes to scan every corner.

He was sure that except for some footprints and traces left near the clothes and the wooden basket, there were no other traces in the woods.

Miss Hu pondered for a while, then shook her head and replied in a deep voice:

"Du Da, I think both of the assumptions you just mentioned are unlikely."

"Oh? Tell me specifically."

  Miss Hu's voice was steady as she explained in an orderly manner:

"If this guy really has the ability to teleport, there is no need for him to show up in the woods and leave clues. It is completely unnecessary.

If he can fly, it's daytime now and the target is so big, even if he keeps flying low and you don't notice him, Shouta's crow will definitely be able to find him. "

Miss Hu's analysis was very reasonable and thorough, but after hearing what she said, Du Weiguo frowned even more.

  There was even a hint of irritability in his tone:

"What kind of ability could that be? A living person just disappeared out of thin air?"

At this point, Du Weiguo was already extremely certain that the owner of these things must be a very powerful person.

It is impossible for ordinary people to have such great abilities.

To be honest, Du Weiguo was really so frustrated and furious that he was about to explode. Ever since he started fighting with Marsal and his gang of evil spirits, he had been defeated everywhere.

Although he possesses omnipotent fighting power and terrifying energy that far exceeds that of his opponent, he is like a stupid bull with only brute force, always being led by the nose and following closely.

During this period, he encountered life-and-death crises several times. If Du Weiguo did not possess the two magical skills of self-healing and teleportation, he would have died several times already.

Now, this group of guys were hiding, spying, and monitoring right under their noses, and then they just walked away.

This kind of disregard and provocation is equivalent to a slap in the face, and Du Weiguo said he could not tolerate it at all.

Miss Hu naturally understood Du Weiguo's anxiety, so she took his arm and gently advised:

"Du Da, don't worry. The ability to control the wind or float in the air may be able to achieve this effect."

  At this point, she suddenly had an idea:

"By the way, isn't one of Masar's abilities to control the wind? Duda, do you think it could be him?"

"Masal?"

Upon hearing this name that made him hate it so much, Du Weiguo's eyes suddenly lit up with a sharp light, like a blade being unsheathed.

"If it was really him, then what was his purpose in risking staying here to spy? To confirm our location and then detonate the Big Pineapple to catch us all in one fell swoop?"

  "Hiss~" Miss Hu took a breath of cold air, and her tone became serious:

"I'm not sure, but the possibility you mentioned does exist. Du Da, for safety's sake, let's~"

In just a split second, Du Weiguo had already made a decision:

"Hu Da, you and Shopkeeper Yu, take everyone to Salalah Port to meet up with Gibson and his men, and then head directly to the Muha area. We will contact each other via radio."

"What about you?" Miss Hu asked immediately.

Du Weiguo said coldly: "I will stay here. I want to see what tricks they are up to."

Miss Hu was anxious: "Du Da!"

Du Weiguo waved his hand, his voice was very soft but his tone was firm:

"Alright, Hu Da, no need to persuade me. No matter what the situation is, even if I have to face Big Pineapple, I have the power to protect myself. You guys should hurry up and leave."

When Du Weiguo first started speaking, he was standing side by side with Miss Hu, with her arm around his.

But when he finished speaking, he strangely appeared 5 meters away from Miss Hu, and she even maintained the same posture as before with her arms crossed.

During this period, Du Weiguo teleported and changed his position five times in total, without interrupting his voice throughout the whole process.

This was the first time he demonstrated his teleportation skills in public.

Even though Miss Hu already had some guesses in her mind, she was still shocked when she saw it with her own eyes.

This is actually teleportation. With just a thought, you can travel thousands of miles in an instant. According to legend, only gods are able to possess supernatural powers.

The abilities of the aliens are varied, but if you ask which ability is the most powerful and unsolvable, the answer is definitely teleportation, no doubt about it.

Whether attacking, dodging, escaping or moving, it is the most powerful one, hard to defend against, almost uncontrollable by any ability, and has no natural enemies.

"Du, Du Da, you, you really~"

Du Weiguo nodded calmly: "Yes, really, as you can see, Hu Da, I can teleport."

Miss Hu barely suppressed her shock and asked in a trembling voice, "How far?"

Du Weiguo took a step forward and put his hand on her shoulder, his voice sounding a little distant:

"It's far enough to avoid the explosion range of the big pineapple, so, Hu Da, you don't have to worry about my safety, let's go quickly."

Miss Hu left with a lot of questions in her mind. It was not because she didn't want to ask, but because time was running out and she had no time to ask. A moment later, Du Weiguo squatted on the crown of a big tree like a night owl.

He squinted his eyes, watching the convoy of Miss Hu and her companions disappear from his sight, lit a cigarette, exhaled a long breath, and muttered to himself:

"It's nearly 10 kilometers, which should be enough distance. Damn, without any worries, I can play without restraint. Come on, let me see what you want to do next?"

Du Weiguo actually didn't quite believe that the guy who stayed behind to spy was Marsal himself.

After dealing with him several times through the air, Du Weiguo had a certain understanding of him: cunning, vicious, decisive, insidious and cautious.

With these characteristics combined, it is unlikely that Marsal would stay and spy personally, risking his life.

This old silver coin is very afraid of death, he doesn't have the courage.

  However, this sudden appearance of a mysterious peeper still made Du Weiguo feel alarmed.

Marsal is timid and afraid of death, but the same cannot be said about Reynard. This crazy lunatic, when pushed to the point of desperation, may really detonate the Diablo.

"Hey~"

At this moment, a hot bullet whistled past Du Weiguo, waking him from his thoughts.

This was not a sneak attack, otherwise he would have sensed the danger long ago. The warhead was a stray bullet fired from the urban area.

With Du Weiguo's eyesight, he can clearly distinguish them.

This is a 12.7×108 mm bullet with a pointed tip, a conical bottom, a steel core and a copper skin. It is a special ammunition for the Soviet-made DShK heavy machine gun.

This heavy machine gun made by the Russian Bear has explosive kinetic energy. The effective range of a bullet leaving the chamber is 1500 meters, and its unobstructed flight distance exceeds 3000 meters.

Therefore, the bullet was able to fly so far, across most of the city and hit Du Weiguo.

"Damn it, these idiots with shit in their brains are fighting so lively."

Du Weiguo turned his head and glanced towards the city, feeling a little amused.

At this moment, the battle in the Macinna city area has been completely escalated, and almost everyone has participated in it, like a boiling kettle.

It was as if everyone had turned into a bloodthirsty beast. In every corner of the city, there were people fighting. Strong men, teenagers, women, old people, and children were all fighting in ecstasy.

All kinds of weapons were used, including pistols, rifles, submachine guns, heavy machine guns, machetes, kitchen knives, hammers, axes, dung forks, and even bones and teeth.

At this moment, in the north of the city, near the river, in a fairly respectable house which at least had a courtyard, in the patio.

"Bang! Bang!"

A sturdy man covered in blood emptied the magazine of the Gardran rifle in one breath.

On the steps opposite him, a fat bearded man was lying on his back. The upper half of his face was ripped open by bullets. He died in a miserable way.

"Hehehe~"

The sturdy man grinned with a mouth full of yellow teeth, threw the rifle without bullets aside, and hastily wiped the blood off his face.

Then he pulled out a rusty machete from his waist and walked towards a woman lying on the ground.

  "Liao Shana, I've said it before, sooner or later, I will make you kneel in front of me, cry and lick my toes." (Arabic, automatic translation)

Lying on the ground, the woman named Liao Shana was wearing a blue distash (Arab women's robe). At this moment, the veil on her face had fallen off, revealing a beautiful face.

  She had a plump figure, and she covered her visibly bulging belly, struggling to push back with her elbows while scolding in a trembling voice:

"Kurd, you, don't come over here, I, I'm pregnant."

"Hahaha!" Kurd laughed wildly:

"Pregnant? What? Could it be that the bastard in your belly is my child? Liao Shana, I don't remember having sex with you recently!"

The Kurd kept walking, and the machete in his hand made a whining sound as he swung it. Liao Shana's face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were full of fear.

  She asked desperately:

"Kurd, you, you beast, do you want to go against the will of Allah?"

According to the teachings of Islam, believers must never harm pregnant women. This is an iron rule.

But after hearing this, Kurd laughed even more wildly and sneered:

"God's will? Liao Shana, do you still believe these nonsense? Open your eyes and take a look. Do you think there are gods in this hell on earth called Machinna?"

As he spoke, Kurd took three or two steps to Liao Shana's front and raised the machete in his hand high.

"Liao Shana, for the sake of our past friendship, I will give you a chance to live, as long as you are willing to lick me obediently~"

"Bah! Don't even think about it, Kurd, even if I die~ah~"

She had only said half of her heroic words when they turned into a shrill scream. The ruthless Kurd had already chopped her shoulder with a knife.

The blow was not severe, only injuring the skin, but it was painful enough. Kurd grinned and pressed the machete against her neck.

He threatened sternly:

"Fuck you, bitch! I'll give you one last chance! If you don't obey me, I'll chop you to death, stab your body, and then cut open your stomach."

"Okay, okay, I do."

Perhaps because of the imminent threat of death, or the risk of two lives, Liao Shana succumbed, stood up tremblingly, and slowly knelt in front of Kurd.

"Hiss~"

  Kurd suddenly tore off her clothes, revealing her plump, snow-white body. There was a greedy and complacent light in his eyes, and he said in a joking tone:

"What a bitch! You were pretending to be a saint just now, but I've changed my mind now. I'm going to *you*!"

While speaking, his dirty hands reached out to grab Liao Shana's body.

Upon hearing this, a trace of despair flashed across Liao Shana's eyes. The reason why she pretended to agree just now was simply because she wanted to take the opportunity to bite off the root of Kurdish evil.

"You beast, I'll fight you!"

Liao Shana twisted her body and tried to avoid Kurd's clutches. Then she grabbed a knife that she didn't know where and rushed towards Kurd without thinking.

Kurd was a veteran and his reaction was not slow at all. He raised his foot and kicked Liao Shana hard in the chest.

"puff!"

His kick was so powerful that it knocked Liao Shana sprawling, and the knife in her hand flew far away.

"Hehehe~"

Kurd smiled sinisterly:

"With your little tricks, you still want to plot against me. Damn, you bitch, I will chop off your hands and feet first, and then *kill you!"

After saying that, he swung the rusty black machete in his hand and chopped it fiercely at Liao Shana's leg.

Liao Shana, who had just managed to catch her breath and was holding her chest and straightening her neck, looked at the sharp knife light in front of her and closed her eyes in despair.

"Danglang~"

A moment later, Liao Shana did not feel the expected excruciating pain of the sharp blade entering her body, but heard a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground.

When she mustered up the courage and opened her eyes tremblingly, she saw Kurd lying on the ground.

This guy's ugly big head had been nailed to the ground by a sharp steel shuttle, his eyes were wide open like dead fish, and he died with his eyes open.

As her eyes moved upwards frame by frame, a tall and upright figure appeared in Liao Shana's pupils.

Because of the backlight, she couldn't see the figure's face clearly.

I just felt that this figure was exceptionally tall, standing tall as if it was occupying all the space between heaven and earth, and was dyed with a halo as if it were a god.

Liao Shana was stunned, staring blankly at the tall, godly figure, completely forgetting that she was naked at the moment.

Is there really no God in this world? (End of this chapter)