The two men left with Miss Joanna, and Jori, dressed in red and blood, stayed alone, squinting at their backs and watching them go away.

After returning to the team, the mature man re-led the team of six or seven people and set forward.

The sinister man with a longbow behind him walked up to the mature man, lowered his head and said, "Boss, why don't you kill that kid?" ”

"Okay, there you go." The mature man glanced at each other with slanted eyes and said lightly. The gloomy man was stabbed by his salty words, and the temples in front of his forehead jumped twice with black green tendons.

"The kid looks weak and injured, but can you be sure if he's pretending on purpose? And can you be sure that killing him will lead to subsequent trouble? ”

"I've already said the reason for this trip, it seems that many of you have taken my words as fart, did I say that I was going to grab the 'time fragment'? That place is no longer our territory, and we may encounter the 'hunting' of the Holy City at any time. Don't let me make trouble this time, if you can retract your head without fighting, remember it all! The mature man turned around with his long axe and glared fiercely at the few people behind him, but when he looked at the girl named Jona, his fierce eyes suddenly softened. As if facing the grinning girl, he couldn't make a fierce expression anyway, and he had more headaches and helplessness for the girl.

"Humph......"

The girl snorted very unhappily, as if she was angry with the mature man, and looking at her like that, she clearly didn't listen to the words that the leader had commanded, but the mature man could only secretly smile bitterly.

Far behind, Jory has not yet left, and he is still recuperating. Leaning on the trunk of a tree and pretending to sleep for a while, Jory clutched his chest and headed in the direction of the flow of the Dead River.

It was not known that any creatures would threaten him, so Jory did not dare to put his mind down and sleep to recuperate, so he took a break to regain his energy and began to search for living creatures everywhere. I don't know if it's because I'm too hungry and weak, or because I've become a living corpse, a zombie or something like that, at this time, Jory is very eager for blood, eager to drink blood to replenish himself, he unconsciously opened his mouth, constantly grinding the two fangs of his palate, as if he couldn't wait to bite something and pierce his teeth deeply.

At this moment, Jory's inner desire was not his active consciousness, but his body, or the guidance of his body's instincts, which made him have a strong desire for blood. The blood that used to feel very fishy and disgusting, now Jory doesn't reject it at all.

Since they are no longer human, it is better to be more thorough......

When his mind was relaxed, such a thought suddenly flashed in Jory's mind, and then he was shocked, how could he think like this! The reason why people are human is because they have a human heart, if they give up their human heart, what will he become more and more fiercely?

…… It's definitely the future that scares everyone.

Stumbling through a jungle path, Jory became more and more sure that he had left the Dark Forest.

The dark and dry trees, and the dark and barren land, were the general view of the dark forest, and the trees that Jory saw now became more and more vibrant as he advanced, and the ground was no longer a bare and barren image.

There is an unknown territory ahead, and I don't know what kind of danger there is, should I turn around and return to Tomb Moss Town immediately? Jory paused, gasping for breath and resting, looking hesitantly ahead.

"Forget it, go back, my body is like this, I don't want to find ...... death"

With that in mind, Jory plans to return to Tomb Moss, where he can find some peace of mind.

The bright dawn in the distance, in this land shrouded in the polar night, is like a light in the night, but it is too far away, and the road is full of unknowns, it is better to return to the town that you are more familiar with, although it is a haze, full of undead, demons, and ghosts, but this familiar ugly place is better than the untouchable dawn in Jory's heart.

Wait, Grandma, I'll go back, Mom and Dad are gone, and I'll take care of you.

Bai Jing, don't hold my corpse and cry bitterly, wait, Brother Jory will be back soon.

Walking on the way back to the direction of Gurenhar, Jory looked at the castle suspended in the polar night sky, and his eyes gradually became firm. In the past, he wasted his life like wasting time, and in this happy life, he didn't even know how to cherish it, but instead came to this world where life and death could be faced at any time, and Jory found the true meaning of life.

He's going back, back to his real world!

If Jory had continued like this and returned to Tomb Moss, he would not have met the person who had changed his life or changed his life.

Roughly a few hundred meters away, in the half-desolate and half-life woods, walked by several people in white trench coats. They spoke a different language from tadpoles, and one of them spread out the disc in his hand, looked at the pointer on it, and said a word to the others with a ecstatic face, and then the group of people was so happy that they almost danced with their hands, and they sped up and rushed in a certain direction.

This language is another mature language system, and if there is a person here who can understand it, you can hear the person with the disc say, "There is a reflection...... Hey? It!! There was a rare spell mark! Ahh Come on! Go kill that monster, and the spell will be ours! Second, is the parchment ready to carry the engraving!! ”

"This is the silver-level 'Bearing Chapter', and this young master is out of the way! Wow oh ...... Rare Spell Mark!! ”

With a sigh of relief, Qiao Li stopped again to rest for a while, originally he was still a little repulsed by his undead physique, but now it is his undead physique, in order to hang his life, not dead, according to the words of ancient Chinese philosophers, this should be called "everything in the world is a drink and a peck", the world is impermanent, do not easily conclude that things do not go well, maybe it will be "another village".

If he returned to the real world, Qiao Li happily thought that he would find a way to take Bai Jing and his grandmother to East Asia and settle down, he really longed for that autonomous region with strict laws and security.

It seems that there is still a tourist ticket for the Jiuzhaigou ruins on the computer at home, but I don't know, and the validity date of the tourist ticket is still counted.

“…… Is that? ”

There were several undisguised footsteps in his ears, and the movement of several people could be heard running in the distance, and Jory subconsciously wanted to hide, because his current physical condition was too poor, and everything would be fine if he encountered murder and looting.

A few people in white trench coats, sturdy figures shuttled through the jungle, and the raised trench coats slapped and slammed among the grass and trees. A young man at the head of the group held a disc, stared at the hands with wide eyes, looking at the silver-gray luster of the crystal hands, the young man knew what the silver gray represented, his face was red with excitement, and his hands trembled.

Raising his head, the boy couldn't wait to look in the direction of the pointer.

Jory, who was dressed in a bright red shirt, stood there, clutching his chest and watching this quietly.

Several people stopped, about to erupt into fiery eyes, staring at Jory. The silence lasted for a moment, and the boy shouted in a strange language: "Kill him, the rare spell mark has arrived!" ”

"Haha, the gods are favored, I didn't expect us to have a curse mark as well, and it's a rare spell mark, I really don't know what special power the rare spell mark will have!"

The last man stopped abruptly and shouted at his companions: "Don't rush up yet, I don't know how powerful this monster is, just a few of us junior saints......"

The stout young man threw away his windbreaker, revealing his strong bronze muscles, he roared excitedly, took off the hammer of both hands behind his back, and rushed towards the sick young man in red, full of power, and smashed down on the opponent's head with a whistling wind.

"This is, the smell of blood ......"

The sledgehammer smashed down on the head, Jory turned his head slightly, Jory muttered in a low voice, in the face of the smashed two-handed hammer, he just turned his head, and he had no intention of dodging the attack line of the two-handed hammer.

The next moment, the sledgehammer of both hands slammed into Jori's shoulder, his shoulder suddenly sank down, his shoulder resisted the hammer of the strong young man's hands, Jori's bones clicked again and again, and the height of the left and right shoulders suddenly changed to one high and one low.

If it is an ordinary person, it is a comminuted fracture of the bone on the spot, and the broken bone pierces the body muscles, causing a large amount of internal bleeding and a fatal injury. One of Jori's shoulders and arms was smashed into a horrific arc, and blood seeped out of his red coat, dyeing the red fabric of his coat even more red.

And Jory looked at the sturdy young man at this moment, his dark gray eyes were as cold as this, and met the young man's greedy and fiery gaze.

"Hehe, rare ......" The hardcover young man who took the lead muttered excitedly in a strange language.

"I'm sorry......" Jory opened his mouth and gently spat out a tadpole language.

Neither side could understand what the other was saying, one was greedy as fire, the other was indifferent as ice, and there was a momentary condensation......

Just as the hardcover youth drew back his two-handed hammer, ready to kill Jory before his companion and brew the next attack, Jory suddenly burst out! Ignoring his deformed shoulders, he leaped forward with all his might, almost throwing himself into the young man's arms, Jory's intact left hand was flattened, and instantly hooked the young man's neck, and with a turn of his body, he bit the young man's neck violently.

The sturdy young man flashed in panic, Jory's two fangs staggered his neck, but he didn't let him completely avoid Jory's bite, Jory bit his shoulder, mustered up all his strength, and sucked the skin around his mouth.

"Goo-dong-goo-goo-"

In an instant, warm blood slid down Jory's throat and into his stomach.

"Hum—"

A sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly appeared, and a sword blade slashed horizontally, narrowly cutting off a few strands of Qiaoli's hair, it turned out to be the young man with the sword, who was afraid of injuring his own people by mistake and left a few hands. After a few seconds of delay, Jory's throat had already rolled several times, and the strong bite force gave Jory a strong sucking force at the same time, and he had already sucked several large mouthfuls of blood from the young man's shoulder.

There are almost no blood vessels in the human shoulder, but in Jory's powerful sucking, one-fifth of the blood in the body of the hardcover young man was lost in a short time, and the fiery greed in his eyes had long since disappeared, and he turned back to slap Jory in anger.

A monster who is too cunning, pretending to be weak to let his guard down, actually uses this lose-lose method to sneak attack himself after he relaxes his vigilance! The sturdy young man's heart was panicked and angry, and he no longer cared about his face, and hurriedly asked his companion for help.

Unfortunately, with the rapid loss of blood, which is the source of human strength, his whole body slowly became weak and weak.

And Jory sucked the blood of the source of human power, and his pale face actually returned to ruddy at a speed visible to the naked eye, not only that, but his body quickly digested the blood he drank, just like a person who had been hungry (river crab) for a long time finally got the nourishment of Ganlin, and these rapidly digested blood turned into warm currents wrapped around his chest.

Strength and energy, as well as being rejuvenated, not at a fast pace, but this is the real change that blood has brought to Jory.

Another gust of evil wind hit, Jory let go of his mouth, bent his legs that had regained his strength again, and flashed back to the side with all his strength, and he only stopped when he was more than ten meters away, and looked at a few strangers with anger on his mouth full of blood.

As for the sturdy young man who was sucked by Jory's blood several times, at this time, his eyes turned out to be out of focus, his face was bloodless, and he stood staggering in place, looking at Jory angrily, wanting to take out Jory with a two-handed hammer, but he couldn't lift the sledgehammer with his soft hands.

Finally, it was finally he who took the initiative to suck people's blood, in order to be able to fill the hunger (river crab) thirst of his body, and in order to continue to live for himself, Jory took the initiative to do something that did not belong to human beings for the first time.

Is this situation unavoidable after all?

Wiping the blood on his mouth, Jory inhaled so much blood, there was nothing wrong with his body, on the contrary, there was some slight excitement, but a few days ago he was still a normal human heart, so Jory couldn't help but be disgusted by his behavior.

At this moment, Jory suddenly remembered the "Newcomer's Handbook". There's a sentence in it, and after the first bloodsuck, Jory seems to understand its meaning somewhat.

Are you willing to defile your soul for the sake of great power?

In order to survive, can you lower the bottom line in your heart! Even if you feed on your blood, give up your conscience and principles of human beings, even if you plunge your soul into the abyss, in order to become stronger and live better, do you not hesitate to do it?!