Looking at the bloody right hand that couldn't tell whose blood it was, Lin Mochen's face had an eerie taste. As soon as he grabbed it, Lin Mochen grabbed the flesh of the Nether Tiger's chin and jumped to the side. His eyes looked straight at his arm, resisting the desire to lick ~ hope.

"Roar~" The Nether Tiger stood up and quickly pounced towards Lin Mochen.

Lin Mochen, who was awakened by the tiger's roar, didn't have time to dodge, and was thrown to the ground all of a sudden, and hurriedly used his two hands to support the neck of the Nether Tiger.

Lin Mochen, who had just woken up, was a little desperate and fell into a predicament. The kick raised by twisting his waist kicked the Nethertiger in the stomach, but it failed to shake the Nethertiger in the slightest.

Despair!

The Nether Tiger's wide mouth was pushed above his head, and Lin Mochen realized how powerful he was at this moment.

"Horn!" the sound of blood dripping from the Nether Tiger's mouth seemed to be amplified countless times, and the trajectory of the fall was so clear.

"Ha!" Lin Mochen let out a low corpse roar, and his newly awake consciousness fell into a frenzy again.

The Ghost Tiger's blood didn't change its trajectory, falling into the corners of its mouth with four pointed canine teeth, and then sliding down.

In an instant, the ten fingers grew and clamped deep into the Nether Tiger's neck.

The pain was so intense that the Tiger shook its neck violently, trying to break free from the grip of both hands.

Seeing more and more blood flowing down, Lin Mochen took the initiative to raise his head.

Yes, he wants to be near blood, he craves blood.

"Mo Chen!" Mu Lao's voice suddenly sounded, "You can't drink this blood!"

Lin Mochen slammed and closed his open mouth. Blood smashed down on Lin Mochen's mouth and nose, and the smell of blood impacted Lin Mochen's consciousness.

You're a zombie, how can you not suck blood! Sucking this blood can at least make you a notch stronger, and you can quickly kill the Nether Tiger.

No, you can't suck blood, you're a social person. Be able to restrain your desires.

You're dead, you're a zombie. And you're drinking only the blood of a beast.

You can't drink it, otherwise you won't be able to control yourself in the future.

Why control? You're a zombie. If you don't get stronger, you'll die!

Don't drink, don't drink, don't drink......

"Mo Chen, you can't be bloodthirsty. Mu Lao's voice sounded again: "Do you want to go back? Bloodthirsty zombies can't go back." ”

Get back?

Get back!

Lin Mochen's eyes regained their clarity, although he was still longing for blood in his heart, but it didn't affect Lin Mochen in the slightest.

"You give me death!" Taking advantage of the moment when the Nether Tiger raised one foot, Lin Mochen turned his body and broke away from the control of the Nether Tiger's claws. Run your hands around the Tiger's neck, and slide the force of your hands under the Tiger's belly.

The Nether Tiger's gaping mouth failed to roar again, and two veins drooped, and blood gushed out even more frantically.

Resisting the pain in his shoulder, he rolled out on the spot for about ten meters. Lin Mochen, who was lying on the ground, turned his head sideways and looked at the Netherworld Tiger.

The Nether Tiger, whose throat had been cut, still didn't have the strength to fight back, and snorted twice before falling down.

The fierce tiger's eyes also slowly closed, and the blood stained the pressed land.

"Hehehe!" Lin Mochen let out a happy smile, but he looked particularly miserable. Scarlet mouth, gaping grin, squinted eyes.

This was out of Lin Mochen's surprise! Lin Mochen wanted to kill the Nether Tiger, but his level was clear. However, you must be ruthless.

Yes, he didn't think he would be able to kill the Nether Tiger at all, he just wanted to take advantage of it.

"Old Tomb, can I still go back?" Lin Mochen closed his eyes with persistent eyes.

The confrontation with desire ~ hope, the confrontation with the Nether Tiger, the great terror of life and death......

Let Lin Mochen exhaust all his mental strength.

The strong smell of blood did not attract the beasts, for night had already fallen. A bundle of moon essence gathered on Lin Mochen's body as promised, nourishing his body.

The cool feeling spread throughout his body, and Lin Mochen slowly opened his eyes.

The sound of "bouncing ......" jumping came.

What is it?

Lin Mochen wanted to stand up, but found a heart-piercing pain in his shoulder.

"Mo Chen, let your breath out and cover up the smell of blood. ”

"The tomb is old. ”

"Zombie Mochizuki. The blood qi in his body surged rapidly, spreading with Lin Mochen's breath.

He didn't continue to try, let alone find out the source of the sound.

"Old Tomb, can I still go back?" Lin Mochen asked again stupidly.

"Do you really want to go back?" Mu Lao didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Yes!" Lin Mochen did not hesitate at all.

Mu Lao was silent for a long time, "Then you have to live first!"

"Survive?" Lin Mochen couldn't help but feel bitter for a while. I haven't had a dispute with anyone else, and I'm already in danger of my life. In this zombie country full of masters, apart from the high-ranking zombie emperor, who dares to guarantee that he can survive?

"Yes, you have to live first!" As a subordinate, his own life was pinched in his hands.

Struggle!

"Heal well!" Mu Lao's voice sounded again.

Lin Mochen was silent, closing his eyes and pushing his qi and blood. Bright blood flowed through his body, washing away the bruises on his body, especially his shoulders after being concentrated by the Nether Tiger. The major arteries and veins gradually recover under the warmth of the blood gas, and do not impede the flow of blood gas. The shoulder blade is a little broken and slowly healing.

As he recovered from his injuries, a feeling of hunger came from deep within his body.

What's going on?

Since he was reborn, Lin Mochen has not felt hungry, which is one of the reasons why he quickly accepted that he became a zombie. In the vast tomb of loneliness, he had not seen a single bite to eat, let alone a drop of food. Now, he's feeling hungry!

The growing hunger made it difficult for him to continue cultivating.

Lin Mochen, who opened his eyes, immediately locked on to the location of the Nether Tiger and the Spotted Deer. Enduring the pain in his shoulder, Lin Mochen stood up, cleared a small clearing, and lit a small fire. Lin Mochen took a few pieces of meat, skewered them on the branches, and roasted them.

As for hygiene, Lin Mochen can't take care of it anymore, and it's very good to be able to endure not eating raw meat.

Lin Mochen, who was waiting for the barbecue, casually hung up the blood scab stuck to his mouth, and the dark red color was so clear in Lin Mochen's eyes.

Two words –

It's disgusting!

Lin Mochen stared at the pieces of meat roasted on the fire.

"Sneer"

The oil dripped from the flesh and made a noise. Lin Mochen mechanically picked up the piece of meat and put it in his mouth, and gnawed it! Lin Mochen ate quickly, and finished eating it at once, so he cut a piece of peeled meat and inserted it on the used branch, and continued to roast it.

The second and third blocks......

Lin Mochen kept gnawing and kept roasting!