Thousands of years of cultural inheritance and the beliefs established over the decades, like a diehard, stick to Lin Mochen's final bottom line.

"That's not Ru Mao drinking blood, it's normal eating, it's like eating and putting it. We eat alive, and when we become zombies, we should drink blood, and blood food is our new food. ”

The demonic nature kept clamoring in his heart, trying to disintegrate Lin Mochen's last true heart.

"Food?"

The consciousness is getting heavier and heavier, and the ability to think is already extremely weak.

"In the future, we can also taste all kinds of blood food, all kinds of beasts, brute beasts, and fierce beasts, and we will turn them all into wonderful blood food, so that we can become stronger. Now, give it a try, you'll love the taste. ”

The blood was closer to Lin Mochen's lips, and he could reach it as long as he stuck out his tongue.

"Are you going to fail?"

A stone appeared out of thin air in Nangong Zhu's hand, and he watched Lin Mochen's next move intently.

"No, I won't like the taste! You take it for me, stay away from my presence, and don't drink blood in the future. No, you have to give me ......"

Lin Mochen's consciousness was still strong, but it was obvious that under the suppression of demonic power, it was difficult for him to sustain it.

"You don't have to worry about it anymore, as long as you give everything to me, we will become stronger, and then kill everything, hunt all kinds of blood, and the effect will be better than your "Blood Refining Method". ”

Demonic nature must be completely submerged in Lin Mochen's self-consciousness.

"Yes, we have the "Blood Refining Method", don't drink blood. ”

"No, the Great Law of Blood Refining will make me stronger, and I don't need to rely on you. ”

Resistance to blood is Lin Mochen's persistence, and becoming stronger is his heart's desire. To survive, you need strength.

"How long will you have to wait, a year? Ten years, a hundred years, what is the use of going back? In the face of a pinch of loess, or in the face of things? We can't afford to wait, they are not us. A hundred years of life, you don't have less time left!"

Nangong Zhu's mind turned, he took out the green flute again, put it to his mouth and blew it, and observed Lin Mochen's changes with his eyes.

Who's playing the flute?

One by one, the notes fell on his heart, and Lin Mochen's consciousness seemed to be doused with cold water, hitting a spirit, and his sleeping consciousness slowly woke up with the sound of the flute.

"If you don't let go, the hunt will continue to slaughter the generals, and the generals will continue to be disgusted by the Xuan Corpse clan, and the 'Returning to Silence' will destroy the generals. ”

The demon became irritable, trying to extinguish the last of its consciousness at once, and began to become more aggressive.

"So serious?" his ego is still extremely weak, except for obsession, he can only make the simplest logical deductions.

An illusory scene began to appear in front of his eyes, one by one the generals were slowly exhausted and died in the formation, with unwillingness and resentment in their eyes; one after another evil qi bombarded the generals' bodies, their bodies were mutilated, and their bloody mouths were slightly open, but streams of blood and water came out; pieces of black clouds and mist fell from the sky, shrouding the entire famous city, and one after another disappeared, Dongshi, Dongping, and Mingling county lords......

"No, no, stay, stay for me!" Lin Mochen's heart swelled with endless pain, almost devouring and annihilating him.

"You're going to leave me alone again. ”

Loneliness is hidden in the deepest part of his heart, and even he doesn't dare to open it easily.

I know that society is cold, but I always have an unwilling heart, and I want to heat people, things, and things, which is as hot as that hot heart.

Lin Mochen, who is struggling in a strange place, desperately lives and retains a glimmer of hope, desperately shows himself, finds his own position, and takes out what he knows so that others can see and like it......

No matter what happens now and what the future holds, he will live.

Thought this was the basis of everything!

"So leave it to me, leave it to me to protect them, to guard them, and everything will be fine. ”

"Yes, protect, protect. But it's not you, it's me. Only if I exist, I will protect them with my heart and with all my might. You've been bewitching me and bewitching me to die. ”

With the help of the flute, Lin Mochen's consciousness finally returned to his thinking mode.

"Who are you?"

"I am you, you are me. Remember, every claw takes away a life, that thrill of inserting into the body, touching a beating heart, and then 'bang', pinching it up. ”

The killing just now seemed to be replayed, resurfaced in my mind, every scene was so bloody, countless corpses, endless slaughter, as simple as pinching a chicken to death.

"It's not me, it's not me. It's you, it's you, the big devil, the killing maniac. ”

The waking consciousness began to falter, panic and powerlessness kept winding around it.

"There is no difference, I am you, you are me, and if you don't want to bear this, give it to me, and I will bear these killings, these sins. ”

"No way, you're going to make more killings, more blood. Get out of here!"

Lin Mochen's heart has become extremely firm, believing in his own strength and using his own strength to change.

"Stupid! In the zombie country, how can there be no killing. Only by learning to enjoy killing can you live better. ”

"So you're not me, you can't be me. ”

At this moment, Lin Mochen's heart was extremely firm, and his consciousness began to recover, powerfully opening the cage of demonic nature.

"Just stay in the blood and the darkness!"

With the last curse, the demonic nature quickly converged like the ebbing tide of the tide.

"Do you still want to go?"

With the revival of consciousness, he quickly mastered everything about his body.

The beating of the heart, the circulation of the blood, the strength of the body, and the condition of the heart......

A feeling of familiarity and unfamiliarity made him feel a little awkward. The contraction and relaxation of muscles, the understanding of combat techniques, and the understanding of moves are all sources of awkwardness.

Is this the change brought about by that consciousness just now? It seems that those killings are real, I actually killed so many hunting members, completely lost my own dominance, a bit of a second consciousness.

Oops, I can't be schizophrenic, right?

This situation should be more like going mad and losing control of power.

Well, what kind of smell is this, it's so fragrant! Even the sense of smell has changed.

This is the sound of the flute, which should be played by Nangong, and it is quite good. Nangong is here, and there shouldn't be any danger around.

As the sensations from his body slowly recovered, the surrounding situation returned to Lin Mochen's control.

The beating of the heart became more and more powerful, and the blood in the whole body also accelerated, flowing frantically throughout the body.

As soon as he woke up, he didn't control the exercises, and the qi and blood in his body completely ran naturally.

This situation?

A good thing or a bad thing?