Zhang Xiu didn't stop because of Scarlett's retention, he staggered aimlessly like a walking corpse and continued to walk into the depths of the jungle.

There is a demon in his left hand, this demon may burst out and kill at any time, the last time he died was Deep Snow, and the next time he died may be Sidney, Karena, Ye Zina, and even his own mother.

He tried to destroy his left hand, he smashed it with a sharp stone, cut it with a hacksaw, welded it with an electric weld, and even tried to shoot it directly with a blaster, but his left hand was unscathed.

He also tried to command Xiao Zuo to self-destruct, but Xiao Zuo only responded simply: "There is a lack of relevant program modules." ”

It is also impossible to cut Xiao Zuo off his left arm in its entirety, because Xiao Zuo's control wiring has long been linked to his central nervous system.

In other words, unless he commits suicide, he will never be able to get rid of Xiao Zuo.

Zhang Xiu actually doesn't want to die, of course this is nonsense, no one really wants to die. But he was really afraid, afraid that he would kill the people close to him when he returned to his old life.

When the storm came, he thought it was probably a punishment from the gods, so he walked alone in the dangerous storm.

The howling wind and biting cold rain hit him, and he walked through the mud, and rolled down the mountain forest, finally feeling death before losing consciousness.

That's probably the end for him, right? Zhang Xiu thought.

But he didn't die. The first thing he saw when he woke up was that Evan was violating Scarlett, and before he could understand what was happening, his hand moved first - not his left hand but his right hand. By the time he noticed it, Ivan's body was lying on the ground.

I killed someone again, Zhang Xiu thought indifferently. Not only that, but the murder seemed to lack a sense of reality for him, and in this way, it simply took a person's life, without fear, without joy, without excitement, like stepping on an ant.

Maybe his brain has already been occupied by Xiao Zuo.

Heisenberg's strength is indeed stronger than Zhang Xiu's expectations, but this still doesn't make much sense, with superhuman reaction speed, coupled with Xiao Zuo's precise calculation ability, Zhang Xiu has almost no weaknesses in hand-to-hand combat, even if Heisenberg's strength is amazing, he will definitely not be able to hit Zhang Xiu.

In fact, he could have dealt with Heisenberg more easily, but he didn't want to use the power of his left hand at first - because Scarlett was next to him, and if he accidentally showed any flaws, Xiao Zuo probably wouldn't hesitate to kill Scarlett.

After cleaning up Heisenberg, he walked out of the cave without hesitation, ignoring Scarlett's retention.

He's not the hero of a novel, the kind of idiot who can't even see a girl's mind. In fact, Zhang Xiu realized Scarlett's fiery and affectionate gaze very early.

But he couldn't respond to her, not then, and even more so now.

At first he was a lowly pariah, and she was a high nobleman, and her feelings for him were only the beginning of a girl's ignorant love, and there would be no result between them, and no one would be blessed.

Anyone around him now would be in danger of their lives, and Miyuki proved it with her death, and if you really want to do good for her, stay away from her.

Zhang Xiu, who had already tried to die, naturally would not try to die again, but he didn't know where he should go, so he could only wander aimlessly in the jungle, from early morning to night, grabbing a few handfuls of berries to gnaw when he was hungry, and sleeping next to a tree when he was tired.

I heard that there is an ancient novel, about a human Taishan who grew up in a primeval forest, probably this kind of life is acceptable?

The trouble is, Scarlett keeps following him.

The persistent girl followed him, climbed over rocks, waded through swamps, ate berries, and slept in tree hollows.

The red-haired maiden didn't approach him, but never either. Scarlett is a beautiful, well-behaved girl, born in a low-key but powerful family, such a girl, of course, was raised by her parents in the palm of her hand, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is clothed and fed, pampered, and pampered.

But it was such a girl, who did not hesitate to follow him in the depths of the jungle, full of danger and hardship, her face covered with frost and haggardness, and her hands and feet were full of blood and swollen bags from insect bites.

But twilight was falling, and Scarlett lost Zhang Xiu in the dim jungle. She wandered through the jungle in a daze, disoriented.

The jungle at night is cold and dangerous, and small flying beetles that glow grass green begin to appear around.

Scarlett didn't know how to make a fire or set up camp, so tired and frightened, she huddled in a tree hollow and hugged her shoulders to keep warm.

Looking at the fireflies around her, her eyes began to droop uncontrollably.

Above the wasteland, the blue sky is dotted with cotton wool cirrus clouds. Beneath the sky, there is a sea of flowers, red moons, yellow tulips and white jasmine, spreading to the end of the earth. Scarlett sat in the middle of this sea of flowers, dressed in a white dress and wearing a flower crown, as if transparent in the sun.

Suddenly, the style of painting changed abruptly, the originally blue sky was instantly covered by thick clouds, and the blood-colored light shone on the wasteland through the clouds, and the sea of flowers instantly lost its color, showing only gray and white patches.

Towers rose from the ground, sharp spires cutting through the sky like sharp swords. The boundaries between the sky and the earth began to blur, merging into a chaos that swirled and converged, with the center point at the top of the tower. Scarlett looked to the top of the tower, where there was a large crimson pupil that swept across the wasteland like the glare of a searchlight.

The eyes of the vertical pupils quickly locked onto Scarlett, and at this time, some ugly and disgusting creatures with huge single eyes that looked exactly like the crimson vertical pupils at the top of the tower began to crawl up in the pale gray flowers around them.

The disgusting creatures swung their twisted limbs and staggered towards Scarlett, who screamed and lifted her skirt to escape, and the disgusting creatures faltered but were so fast that she was knocked to the ground by the creatures before she could run out.

A bright blue-white light appeared from the front, stabbing Scarlett's eyes. The disgusting creatures around them, as if frightened of the bright blue light, retreated with a terrible scream, and were burned to ashes in a puff of green smoke.

Scarlett gradually adjusted to the blue-white light, which shone brightly on a handsome young man on a white horse, naked and with well-proportioned and hard muscles.

The vertical pupils at the top of the tower in the distance shrank into a slit, as if roaring angrily, and blood-colored pillars of light descended from the sky and enveloped the earth, burning dark red fires everywhere they went.

But the light on the boy's body resisted the blood-colored pillar of light. Not only that, but he held his left hand high, turned it into a sharp knife, and charged the tower on a white horse.

The steed spewed flames and rode through the thunder, like Odin's eight-legged pony Srepnis. The charge of one man and one horse was like a thunderbolt, changing the color of the heavens and the earth, and the whole blood-red heaven and earth were split in half by bright blue, like Moses splitting the red sea.