The blood that spilled from his chest was now air-dried. In the grass nest beside Zhang Yang, a yellow-orange-orange warhead lay quietly.

The reason for the massive blood loss, Zhang Yang's face was pale at this time. But even so, while Zhang Yang's face was gloomy, his eyes were staring at the strange-shaped thing in his right hand and pinching his two fingers.

If it weren't for the recovery speed of Zhang Yang's body, it would be far better than ordinary people. Coupled with the warm current in Zhang Yang's body, he always guards Zhang Yang's body. The moment he took out this thing just now, Zhang Yang knew that he would definitely lose his life in an instant.

Even, Zhang Yang faintly has a guess, because the location of this thing is transplanted, it is absolutely impossible for any normal person to take it off! This is a non-solvable method of transplantation......

It is estimated to be the size of a fingernail, or even a few points smaller. Looking at this strangely shaped, but not lacking in a sense of tightness, even if Zhang Yang has never seen this thing, he can guess the general purpose of this thing.

It's nothing more than tracking, positioning, and the like......

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Zhang Yang's face was cold, and he was about to crush this thing with force. But before the two fingers could be forced, Zhang Yang's eyes froze, probably remembering something, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a grim smile.

Carefully put away this little thing, Zhang Yang restrained his emotions, and couldn't help but glance down at his chest.

The bullet hole, which was originally the size of a finger, was torn a lot larger at this time because of Zhang Yang's insignificant fiddling before.

The blood had stopped flowing, but looking at the outward-turned flesh, it was indescribably oozing.

Shaking his faintly drowsy head, Zhang Yang's mind moved violently, and his right hand gently stroked his wound.

There was no one around, and he was anxious to treat his injuries, so Zhang Yang didn't care too much. A faint white light flashed imperceptibly in Zhang Yang's hand, and in an instant, it surged towards Zhang Yang's wound that turned out the flesh.

The warm current in his body, at this moment, frantically poured out of Zhang Yang's body, passed through his arm, and went straight to the wound on Zhang Yang's chest.

It's just subconsciously, according to the usual surname, but after a little fluze, it was reflected in a loud and fierce way......

Is it necessary to be so troublesome to treat yourself?

The moment his mind arose, Zhang Yang slowly took his right hand off the wound with the idea of temptation.

The reason just now, Zhang Yang's wound at this time, slowly healed at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye. And the flesh that was originally turned outward, accompanied by the changes that slowly squirmed, was a little disgusting and oozing at first glance.

didn't care about these, with such a try to think of the publicity, the mind was first triggered, and the warm current in the body actually fluctuated from the body, from the inside out, violently surging to Zhang Yang's wound.

It's not as good as treating himself with his hands before, at this time, such a change in Zhang Yang's body, at first glance, the wound that was already slowly squirming, suddenly, the speed of healing is even faster.

There was a guess in his heart, but after seeing that there was really such an unbelievable effect, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be shocked.

I felt it silently, and the shock and surprise in my eyes became even stronger.

Compared with the use of healing techniques, this method is much better. Even, the rate of consumption of the warm current in the body is much, much.

Vaguely estimated, Zhang Yang estimated that treating his body from the inside out was less expensive than treating others with his own hands.

It's like that science fiction movie, looking at the position of his chest, although there is still a small bullet mark left, but in the blink of an eye, the wound that is completely closed is completely closed, and his expression is as if in a dream.

The injury has recovered, but at this time, Zhang Yang's body is still faintly filled with an irresistible sense of fatigue.

Looking up at the light shining in from among the dense trees above, Zhang Yangsuo tilted his head and pillowed on the big tree behind him where he was sitting.

Recently, Zhang Yang was forced to be non-stop. At this time, although he was in a predicament, it was rare that Zhang Yang's mind was calm.

Quietly, even a little in a daze, looking up.

It was already early afternoon, at least in Zhang Yang's opinion, it was estimated that it should be this time.

I don't know what kind of tree it is, but it is tall and stout, and the canopy is also dense and extraordinary.

Even, faintly, the dense branches and leaves can almost completely block the sunset falling from the sky.

His eyes couldn't help but be in a trance, and his mind was still in the guess of where he was at this time.

But in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang's thoughts couldn't help but fly.

One after another, the pictures flashed in Zhang Yang's mind in an orderly manner.

From the moment he got the first page of the book that recorded Qi Xiaoyao's pupil, Zhang Yang found himself as if he was cursed, and troubles came one after another.

In just a few days, now that he thought about it for a moment, Zhang Yang found coldly that he seemed to have spent a long, long time.

Perhaps it is the reason why it is rare to calm down, and the seemingly unrelated things are gradually publicized a little, sorted out a little, and even connected together......

Magical spells, unbelievable worlds, everything seems to start with the promotion of his grandfather.

And one by one, in Zhang Yang's heart, silently began to collude, but unknowingly, the spearhead pointed at his grandfather again.

Uncle Zhang? Charm, 魍 handwriting tattoo? The mysterious 'over there' vs. 'this side'? What role does grandpa play in these?

frowned a little, frowned a little, at this moment, Zhang Yang really, really hoped that his grandfather was not dead, so that he could ask for clarification.

But faintly, faintly, there is a fear in Zhang Yang's heart!

I hope my grandfather is really dead!

Although Zhang Yang clearly saw his grandfather die, he even watched his grandfather being pushed into the crematorium......

However, at this moment, deep in Zhang Yang's heart, he couldn't help but have a creepy guess.

shook his head violently, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth fiercely, and pressed such a ridiculous idea to the bottom of his heart. At the same time, Zhang Yang had to find a new context from the big net connected in his heart.

With Zhang Yang's mind turning again, several figures flashed from Zhang Yang's mind one after another.

These people! If you want to come here, you must know something!

In an instant, his eyes flickered, Zhang Yang glanced around, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Even if those people know, what can they do? Thinking of his predicament at this time, Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly.

Sitting on his body, leaning against the big tree behind him, at this moment, his expression changed suddenly, and his eyes looked coldly in the direction of the right side of his body.

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