I saw a sudden ripple in the space below the elite ghoul, and a skeletal claw appeared out of thin air. Then, a cracked sound rang out, and with the force of the elite ghoul's lunging forward, the skeletal claws easily slice open its soft belly.

The elite ghoul continued to rush towards Zhuang Yichen unabated, but he fell to the ground weakly before he rushed out a few meters. It twitched slightly, then stopped moving, blood flowed all over the ground, and the fishy and pungent smell immediately spread.

"Whew.." Dealing with this elite ghoul, Zhuang Yichen let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. The battle was the worst he had ever experienced since the end of the world. On the one hand, the difficulty of the elite ghouls far exceeded Zhuang Yichen's expectations, but it was more of his own negligence.

Since obtaining the inheritance of the Tower of the Dead, Zhuang Yichen has been like a fish in water in this apocalyptic world, and when he thinks about it, he has not suffered even some major setbacks. He looked at the deep wound on his shoulder again, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said to himself, "This should be a lesson for yourself!" "Fortunately, the cold of the frost armor stopped the bleeding, and although the wound at this time was purple, the injury had basically stabilized.

After resting for a while, Zhuang Yichen wiped a handful of blood from his face, and then stood up with the sharp pain coming from the wound, he gritted his teeth and cast a necromantic summon on the corpse of the elite ghoul.

This time the necromantic summoning took an unusually long time, and it took a full five minutes for an elite ghoul skeleton to appear in front of Zhuang Yichen. The appearance of this ghoul skeleton is not much different from the ordinary ghoul skeleton before Zhuang Yichen, and even in appearance, it is not as good-looking as the ordinary ghoul skeleton that has been strengthened by soul fire. Its skeleton was dull, but the soul fire in its eye sockets was a faint green.

After summoning the elite ghoul skeleton, Zhuang Yichen didn't have time to take a closer look. When he took it back into the necromantic space, he then walked out of the meteorite under the protection of his two younger brothers.

The wound on his left shoulder was so serious that when he was collecting food, he saw a small pharmacy in the village, which sold some common cold medicines and anti-inflammatory medicines, and he had to go out for a while to treat the wound before continuing to explore the inside of the meteorite.

As soon as Zhuang Yichen walked out of the meteorite exit, suddenly, an invisible huge force imprisoned him in place. This invisible force comes from all directions, it is neither domineering nor gentle, it is just a sense of righteousness and legitimacy.

Under this all-encompassing power, even Zhuang Yichen had an illusion in his heart, as if he should have been imprisoned in place. For a moment, he stood in place, unable to even give birth to the slightest thought of resistance in his heart.

In just an instant, that mysterious power swept over Zhuang Yichen's whole body, and then stayed on a spiritual imprint in the depths of his mind. That spiritual imprint was the elite ghoul summoned by Zhuang Yichen not long ago. After discovering the spiritual imprint, that mysterious power instantly turned into a seal, isolating the spiritual imprint from Zhuang Yichen. When all this was done, that power dissipated silently between heaven and earth.

From the appearance and disappearance of that mysterious force, the whole process took not even two seconds. Zhuang Yichen just felt as if his body had been frozen in time for a moment, and then returned to normal. He tried to summon an elite ghoul skeleton, but no matter how hard he tried, all his messages were lost, and there was no reply.

Zhuang Yichen could clearly feel that the elite ghoul skeleton existed in his necromantic space unharmed, but he was never able to summon it.

For a while, Zhuang Yichen was confused by this sudden change, but he didn't have time to think about it, because the sharp pain in his shoulder kept tormenting his nerves one after another. He looked at the muscles in the wound that were turning outward because they had been cut too deeply, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. I can't drag it out for a second!

Zhuang Yichen rushed to the pharmacy as fast as he could, and the back room of the pharmacy was a simple bandaging and injection room. He went into the back room and pulled out a pair of medical scissors from it, then cut off all the clothes at his shoulders. Then, he took a bottle of medical alcohol, bit the cork with his teeth, and poured it on the wound without hesitation.

"Hiss~!" The alcohol strongly stimulated the sensitive nerve endings at the wound, and the severe pain hit Zhuang Yichen's brain like a mountain of seas, his eyes were black for a while, and he couldn't stop gasping with his teeth in his mouth.

Soon a bottle of alcohol was poured down the wound, and the blood stain on the wound was washed clean. Zhuang Yichen threw away the empty alcohol bottle with trembling hands, then took a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao from the shelf of trauma medicine and gently sprinkled it on the wound.

After sprinkling the medicine, Zhuang Yichen brought another roll of gauze, and he gently pressed the meat that had been turned out into the wound, closed the wound together, and then bandaged it tightly with gauze. After doing all this, Zhuang Yichen seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength in his body, and he sat on a bench used to hang up the needle, closed his eyes and rested.

At this time, Zhuang Yichen pinned all his hopes on his body, which had been strengthened once by the Tower of the Dead, and the bandaging treatment he had just now was actually just some auxiliary means.

For an ordinary person, such a deep wound is simply impossible to heal on its own if it is not fixed by a professional doctor's stitches. He leaned back on the bench, gently clasping his arms and not daring to move. Time passed little by little, and soon two hours passed.

After resting for so long, Zhuang Yichen's shoulder also regained consciousness little by little, and he clearly felt that the wound was tingling from time to time. Zhuang Yichen gently uncovered the gauze, the wound had initially adhered together, and the bleeding had completely stopped.

Looking at this scene, the mood he had been holding on to couldn't help but relax. He breathed a sigh of relief, and thankfully, his body's ability to recover did not disappoint, but after a short while, there were signs of healing. Otherwise, Zhuang Yichen would only have to stitch himself with his own hands.

It's just that the wound is beginning to heal, which makes Zhuang Yichen suddenly feel like he has a sense of the rest of his life. This also made him deeply feel once again the most fatal weakness of the magician, that is, he is too fragile!

He secretly reminded himself in his heart that no matter what the circumstances in the future, he would not let the enemy get close easily!