() Volume 10 Dusty Mystery Chapter 831 The Mystery of the Man, Lin Xiao (I)

In the depths of the mountains and forests, 11 stumbled all the way forward, and the strings of blood behind him kept dripping down and were shocking. His gait had begun to turn pale, and his face was getting paler. Fortunately, this is still the outskirts of the primeval jungle, and it is unlikely that there will be fierce beasts, otherwise the smell of blood on his body alone will attract the coveted of nearby fierce beasts.

Genetic repair has begun. He could feel the loss of energy in his body, and within a few moments, his body had dropped to Cheng Dù, who couldn't even stand on his feet.

Suddenly, 11 stumbled on the next step, leaned forward and lay on the ground, but his hands were holding his upper body stiffly, and his arms were constantly trembling. Huge beads of sweat oozed and dripped down his forehead, but he still clenched his teeth and never said a word.

In the shocking blood dòn on his back, the muscles ròu were flying at a speed visible to the ròu's eyes, and the bullet casings embedded in the ròu were pushed out little by little. He was shot seven times in his body, and he couldn't even move with such an injury on someone else, not to mention that he could still insist on running here like him, and this will to survive alone had to be admired. Fortunately, 11 was able to avoid the two vital parts of the head and heart in time when he was shot, otherwise as long as a bullet hit his heart, he would have to lie down on the spot. As for the other body organs, 11 can't take care of so much, as long as he still has a breath, the body's genes will repair themselves, and no matter how strict the injury is, it can heal itself in a short time.

The immortal gene is indeed perverted, but the price to pay is also huge. The qigong and the pitiful ice ability accumulated in his body were taken by the flying hōu, and they were rapidly descending like the waterline in a cup. The self-division, reproduction and regrowth of cell tissues require a lot of energy to support, and this energy comes from the 11 hard training of the Longjia internal strength, Tai Chi Gong and ice ability. To put it in layman's terms, this is a process of spawning at an infinite rate of metabolism, but it is not controlled by 11 itself.

Fortunately, 11 had the foresight to use the ice ability once in the previous battle with the big head, otherwise he probably wouldn't have enough energy to support it at this moment. If the body is a reservoir, then the ability is the water that is usually stored in the reservoir, and how much is used up is how much less, and it needs to be practiced and accumulated again, and there is no shortcut. Who has ever seen that when the water in the reservoir is emptied, it can be filled up immediately? The path of the Adepts is not as easy as they imagined, they need a lot of time to do penance, just to keep expanding their "reservoir" to hold more "water". When the energy is used up, they still need time to reaccumulate the "water" they have consumed.

11 In order to save Ouyang Yue'er before, he consumed all his ice energy without hesitation, causing the energy to dry up, and it was already his luck to completely lose this ability. What's more, after just a few days, it is impossible to recover immediately. So he was stingy with even the ice ability in the battle with the big head, not because he was stingy, but because he couldn't. Once the already small enough energy is consumed again, if the next injury leads to insufficient ice energy supply, even 11 himself doesn't know what will happen, there may be nothing, even self-repair will not appear, it may destroy the balance and burp immediately. Although 11 is not afraid of death, he has no intention of dying here, and it is worthless to die, so he can't gamble on this 1 in 10,000 chance.

Of the seven bullets that entered the 11 body, three were shallow, and they were pushed out by the muscles. But there are four more that go deep into the internal organs, one of which penetrates the lobe of the lung and almost pierces the front xōnshè, and these four are more troublesome. Fortunately, in the process of repairing the organs, his body also seemed to be very unwelcoming to these foreign bodies, and while repairing itself from the inside of the organs, he squeezed them back little by little along the same path. However, this process was extremely painful, and the painful fainting had already passed on ordinary people, but 11 gritted his teeth and endured it silently, without even frowning.

There were blood-stained bullets in the blood behind them, and then these warheads were finally pushed out of the body by the muscles. The muscles on the walls of the blood dòu grew tiny ròu buds, which wriggled and entangled like small worms, flying and fusing and growing at a speed visible to the eyes of the ròu eye. After a few moments, there was not a single wound on 11's body, and even the wound on his stomach that had been stabbed by the Triangular Army had completely healed. However, there were only six bullets on the ground that were withdrawn from the body, and one bullet that pierced the lung lobe was finally stuck between the anterior rib and the muscle. This is because when his lung was repaired, the piercing bullet could not be withdrawn in time, and was finally squeezed back forward, and then stuck in this position and no longer moved. Fortunately, this place is not fatal, just wait for 11 to recover the body and then slash in front of xōn to take out the bullet.

All the wounds on his body were finally completely repaired, but 11 was sweating profusely as if he had just been fished out of the water, and he felt that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. He was still holding his body with his arms and gasping for air, drops of sweat dripping from the tips of his wet hair and the tip of his nose, and in a few moments, a large chunk of the ground in front of him was soaked with sweat.

Although his body had dropped to the extreme, 11 struggled to get up, and the dangerous environment did not allow him to rest much. The limbs were so sore, that they could barely feel their presence, but 11 forced them to support their bodies little by little with strong perseverance.

"Nice ability. At this moment, a very flat voice suddenly came from behind him, so flat that it did not have the slightest emotion that a human should have. It's like a machine qì person, speaking in the same tone.

The voice came from less than three meters behind 11, and it was the first time since his debut that he had been leaned so close to him and still didn't know it, and suddenly a huge sense of crisis exploded in his brain.

11's pupils contracted suddenly in an instant, and the body's reaction exceeded the conscious reaction in this second, without even thinking about it, Huo Di, who was purely subconscious, twisted his body and threw the heavenly slash behind him. It is said that the potential that people burst out in the face of a crisis is extremely huge and incredible, and in fact, it is true, 11, who should not even be able to stand on his feet, has burst out with a trace of potential under the pressure of a huge sense of crisis. The sound of the sky slashing turned into a black line, breaking through the barriers of the layers of air, and heading straight towards the person who spoke behind him.

After throwing this knife, 11 staggered a few steps to the side as if his whole body strength had been emptied, and finally leaned against the trunk of a tree and finally did not let himself fall again.

The Sky Slash broke through the air and turned into a black line towards the heart of the person who suddenly appeared behind 11, but he didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging, and let the Sky Slash get closer and closer to his heart, but there was a bland and almost indifferent look in his eyes looking at 11.

The "poof" slash finally stabbed the man's body and penetrated deep into his heart, and a puddle of blood exploded from his xōn chest. But he didn't even frown, didn't even look at his injuries, and still stared at 11 with those bland and chilling eyes.

And at this moment, 11 finally saw his appearance clearly.

This is a very young man, only in his twenties, with a standard oriental face, a hairstyle that is neither long nor short, and a sunny and handsome face that makes people feel inexplicably good at first glance. But his eyes were cold, with endless exhaustion in his indifference. It was a kind of vicissitudes that could only be found in the eyes of an old man who had gone through countless trials until he had seen through the cycle of life and death and was about to die, and that would appear in the eyes of such a young man.

Although 11 often gives people a feeling of indifference, his coldness is fundamentally different from this man's coldness. 11 The coldness is the attitude of indifference to life, and the coldness of no one, including one's own life and death, will no longer be taken to heart. But this man's coolness is the vicissitudes of exhaustion that goes deep into the bone marrow, as if the whole world is left with his alone and lonely indifference.

If the cold of 11 is bloody, then the coldness of this person is full of the smell of dead silence. Yes, not only in his eyes, but even around him there was a faint aura of dead silence.

At the moment when the four eyes looked at each other, 11 seemed to understand a taste of loneliness in his eyes, which was a kind of loneliness that even 11 himself couldn't say. Before11 also thought that he was lonely, but now he found that compared to this person, his loneliness could only be regarded as lonely at best. And this man's loneliness is really deep into the state of the bones, giving people a feeling of being high and out of the world.

If 11 is just a lone wolf who has left the wolves and wandered alone in the ice and snow looking for food. Then this person is a lone wolf who has left nature and the whole world.

His world is left alone.

This thought flashed through his mind like a flint lightning, and the next second11's gaze fell on the young man's xōn mouth, where only half of the hilt was left. When he saw the blood fountain spraying out of the wound, 11's pupils suddenly contracted again, and for the first time in history, a brief expression of astonishment appeared on his face. He knew very well that the knife had indeed pierced the man's heart, otherwise the blood in his body would not have come out so quickly. But why didn't he die? After his heart was pierced, he could still not shake like a nobody, and he didn't even have the slightest expression on his face?

Who is he?