Tam Kun's eyelids opened. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The wound on his face has healed, and the hole in his heart has disappeared.

His previous fatal wounds were completely gone, leaving no scars, as if he had never been hurt.

Lying in the sunken door, he looked at his hands. "What the is going on?", he remembered clearly, his heart pierced, the rapidly dilated claws in his eyes, the pain in his face, the tearing sensation in his heart.

He remembered that he was wrapped up in death until he lost his will completely.

His feelings also told him that he was killed, truly dead once.

But now, looking at his unscarred body, at his own fleshy and impaled chest, he stroked his smooth chest.

"Hehe... Haha......"

He laughed a little maniacally.

Coming back from the dead, immortal and immortal, isn't this the ability he has always dreamed of?

Whether it is teleporting objects or summoning demons and other abilities, in his heart, this is always inferior to the ability of this immortal body. That allows him to witness all the historical developments since his birth, and allows him to enjoy everything.

And the ability of other abilities to assist and immortal body can make him live more freely.

The more he laughed, the more arrogant he became, and as his ability deepened, his state of mind became more and more rebellious. In the past, he belonged to the kind of person who had a big heart, but he didn't have the ability to get what he wanted, so he would choose to give up everything and leave everything to fate.

Now, he has enough power for him to get everything, enough for him to do whatever he wants.

So, what else can he not get? He can transcend all the rules, the world is so big, let him do whatever he wants.

Thinking that he had just been killed once, he gritted his teeth secretly. It seems that he still can't do whatever he wants, at least, he is not the only capable person in the world, and there are people with more powerful abilities than him.

Even if he can't be killed, as long as there are people stronger than him, then there is a threat that can imprison him for life.

What's more, no matter how strong the individual power is, it is impossible to compare with the organizational power or even the national power.

"Looks like you have to be careful. ”

Unconsciously said this, he was still very happy in his heart. At least, to a certain extent, he can do whatever he wants, as long as he keeps a low profile.

Although he is ambitious, fortunately, he is also very easy to satisfy.

There were more and more zombies nearby, and Ram Kun pulled out the Mithril Sword in front of him, and then picked up the Mithril Sword. Hanging the long sword on his left waist and fixing the small sword on his right waist, he didn't want to deal with a large number of zombies on his own, so it was better to leave quickly before being surrounded.

I went back to the place where I had placed the boys and girls, but I couldn't see them anymore.

Looking around, the body of one of the young men was found not far away.

The torso of the corpse had been torn apart, apparently made by zombies. And now, the body of the poor boy is moving again.

Ramkun drew the long sword from his waist and turned his wrist, the blade of which turned at his side. He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands as the blade pointed down, and then plunged the tip of the sword into the poor boy's head.

Although he can't save him, at least, he can end him and stop him from continuing to exist as a zombie.

He didn't know what others thought, but he felt that if he turned into a zombie, he would definitely hope that someone would end him.

Wiping the blood from the tip of his sword with the boy's clothes, he searched for the direction of the others to flee.

They are not dead, so it is natural that you, as a living person, have to do your best to save them. If they die, as the same kind of people who have known each other at least once, you should also end them as much as possible.

After all, there are very few human beings in the blockade area now, and their own kind is constantly decreasing.

None of them want their race to be exterminated.

Unless, that individual wants to be another being, to become another race.

Not long after tracking it, he saw the bodies of other boys and girls. They all died, turned into zombies that screamed and began to attack humans.

Tam Kun was sad, but his trait abilities were still very effective, so that his emotions quickly disappeared. And the power brought is getting less and less.

It seems that the power that an emotion can bring to him to a certain extent is limited, or rather, his strength is no longer satisfied by just ordinary emotions.

Using a small sword to kill them, Ramkun walked in the direction of home.

A drizzle of rain fell in the sky, and life was fragile. Today's experience has given him a new understanding of life.

Their own deaths, obviously saved by themselves, but because they were not by their side for the time being, the boys and girls who died like this. Life is so fragile, at this time he actually feels lucky, glad that these young boys and girls are just strangers to him.

If these boys were his brothers, and the girls were the ones he liked, what would happen to him?

I am not strong enough to protect the people I cherish.

It's his own feelings.

But he can also think that no matter how strong he is, he is still an individual. He can block strong enemies, but there are always other strong enemies, and he can't always protect the people he wants to protect in all directions.

So, what should he do?

It's a question worth pondering.

And the best way he could think of was to make a demon. But if the demon is connected to himself, and if he faints, can the demon continue to protect others for him?

Then, the best way is really to improve the combat effectiveness of the people he wants to protect.

But what should he do about it? After all, he didn't know how to develop other people's innate abilities, and when he thought of this layer, he thought of the community of capable people.

The powerhouses in that community seem to know how to unlock the talents of the average survivor.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that the problem he began to struggle with is not a problem, after all, he has always thought that he has no heart and lungs, how can there be so many people who care about him who need his protection?

What's more, none of the people he cares about are in the lockdown zone now.

Even if he cared, his traits would make him stop caring very quickly.

Walking in the direction of home, passing by the pharmacy on the way, to get as many medicines as possible. When he went back this time, he felt that he might not go out for a while, so naturally he had to bring more things back.