I will be the system for Qilong Aotian

The host of Shura was born in the killing, lived in the killing, and spent the rest of his life in the killing. His whole life was accompanied by a strong smell of blood, and every step left bright red bloody footprints. His ending was even doomed.

Now that System 27 has missed the possibility of evading killing from scratch, the life of the host Shura has passed a major juncture, and everything will be different.

System 27 is sure that the red-eyed host Shura has noticed his existence. I'm afraid that he doesn't have any sense at all. The way dies with him.

Quickly disabling the parasitic system 27 temporarily left the host Shura's side, and received the body sent by the main system to become a human Zhong Jiuji again.

Just as Zhong Jiuji stood up, the strong and pungent bloody smell instantly entered his mouth and nose, and the bloody smell in the air was so dense that he could taste the taste of blood between his lips and tongue.

At the time of parasitism, because it was scanning, it was impossible to understand the specific feeling of stumps and broken arms all over the ground at this time. Only after viewing the blood everywhere with a human perspective, can I truly appreciate the true appearance of the tragic battlefield.

This place... is like hell.

He took two steps back, the wet clay soil soaked in blood stuck to the edge of his shoe, and finally frowned.

He can't take the initiative to approach now, and will be killed by Shura who has lost his mind and only has the killing instinct left.

However, although it is a dilemma, it is not impossible. Since he can't go to Shura, let Shura come to him.

Zhong Jiuji looked at the corpses all over the place. In the Gaowu world, human life is humble and life is not respected. These piles of corpses will only rot and stink here, allowing nature to dissolve itself.

But no matter what kind of world there is cause and effect, Shura has planted cause, he can't let him wantonly bear rotten fruit after all.

Zhong Jiuji glanced at Shura's status panel, the blood loss rate was very slow. After all, Shura's strength was not only in strength but also in tenacious survivability.

Let him calm down for a while.

Zhong Jiuji exchanged his micro system points for a shovel, saying that cause and effect are very mysterious, but in fact it is not the case. If you eat food, you will live well, and if you are helped by others, you will help others.

If the enemy is killed because of a different stand, at least giving the enemy a place to die is enough.

Zhong Jiuji looked around, scanned the soil, and began to dig a hole in the softest soil. Because of Shura's special ability to fight, there were more than a thousand people who came to chase Shura, but it was Long Aotian. None are enough to match.

It's just that this pit, I just hope that it will not rot during the days and nights of digging.

No matter how hard Zhong Jiuji looked for the soft ground, there were too many thousands of pits, and it was inevitable that stones would be dug. The collision of the shovel and the stone made a dull metallic sound. Zhong Jiuji felt a slight gust of wind blowing in his ears. At that time, the tip of the blood-drinking blade had already touched his back.

Zhong Jiuji knew without turning his head that Shura had already stood silently behind him, ready to take his life.

Zhong Jiuji didn't move, and neither did Shura.

"You are seriously injured." Zhong Jiuji finally broke the silence, "Can I help you bandage?"

Shura stood on one foot, but his body was extremely stable. When Zhong Jiuji pointed his fragile back at him, he relaxed all over, without fear or fear.

In this thick bloody smell, Shura could smell the breath like a clear spring mixed with no murderous intent.

As if Shura's eyes had been washed by the spring water, he gradually returned to some sanity.

"Do you need to find a place with beautiful scenery and prepare a peaceful tomb for your friends?" Zhong Jiuji didn't identify himself at the beginning, and now they are not suitable for talking about any serious topics, "I can recommend one, I believe she will like."

Shura's expression was unmoved.

"She's lying there alone, it's so pitiful." Zhong Jiuji sighed and continued to dig a hole.

Shura stood without saying a word, his eyes reflected Zhong Jiuji's figure, and gradually put down the blood drinking blade.

Zhong Jiuji sorted out the complete human corpses from the broken limbs and simply spliced ​​them together, and then covered them with soil again. Not far away, there were already dozens of grave bags, each of which contained a personal item and two or three corpses. An unknown wildflower.

After Zhong Jiuji made the grave bag at hand, he separated a wild flower and put it away.

"People are born equal, and they are equal after death. Ashes return to ashes, and dust returns to dust." Zhong Jiuji stuck the shovel into the soil, looked up at Shura, and walked to Shura's side.

Shura didn't let go of his guard against him at all, Zhong Jiuji's eyes turned to his hand clenched with the blood-drinking blade.

He turned to face Shura and bent down: "Come on, I'll carry you on my back. There is a river not far away. Your wound needs to be cleaned up."

Shura didn't say a word, the man squatting in front of him with lowered eyes, his clothes were clean, but a little blood-stained soil was stained on the shoes, and his fragile neck would break if he pinched it, it was too easy to kill him , so simple that he couldn't find a reason to kill him.

"Come." Zhong Jiuji urged shallowly.

But Shura didn't move at all, his eyes were dull and slow, if it wasn't for Zhong Jiuji, he could see his status panel and even think that this person was still insane.

Zhong Jiuji thought for a while, then turned around, it was impossible for Shura to take the initiative, he could only test it out.

Shura is very tall. You can only feel Shura's height and Chi Xiuhe's height when you get close. His body is tall and strong. The muscles exposed in the torn clothes are as hard as iron. Every muscle in his body is full of explosive power, and his long hair has been cut to different lengths.

His face is tough and handsome, and his aggressive wildness makes people submit. A man stained with blood and mud, even if his hands and legs are broken and his body is covered with injuries, he will not bring the slightest sense of weakness. This person's appearance is really a god. creation.

Zhong Jiuji thought for a moment, then slowly moved his hand closer to Shura.

Shura looked at him, still motionless, like a stone statue.

Zhong Jiuji's fingertips touched the corner of Shura's clothes, and he paused for a while to confirm the information on Shura's status panel, then raised his head high to meet Shura's eyes, and gradually his fingers touched Shura's arm.

It feels hard to the touch, but the texture is very delicate, but it no longer carries the warm temperature of a living person. Shura has already lost too much blood, and his body temperature is gradually losing.

"Your condition is not good." Zhong Jiuji said truthfully.

Since Shura didn't refuse his touch, let's try further.

Zhong Jiuji thoroughly explained what it means to make progress with an inch, and at the same time was amazed at Shura's tolerance for him, which was not found in the materials. Zhong Jiuji was also quite nervous, for fear that Shura was holding back his big move.

When Zhong Jiuji became a little defensive, he instantly noticed Shura's body tense, and instantly understood why Shura tolerated him.

Because he was completely relaxed, Shura was defenseless against him.

Zhong Jiuji no longer made any precautions or resistance, trying to lift Shura's hand and put it on his shoulder, so as to help him go to the river, but he...

Can't lift it up.

It wasn't that Shura's hands were too heavy, but that the weight of the blood-drinking blade exceeded expectations.

Zhong Jiuji: ...

Zhong Jiuji had already put Shura's arm on his shoulder, and the other hand was holding his waist, but although Shura's waist was thin, it was only compared to his whole body, his size was too huge compared to Zhong Jiuji's Unable to shake, he could only remain motionless in such an embarrassing and somewhat funny gesture.

"Just treat it as being cheated by me, how about cooperating with me?" Zhong Jiuji asked.

After all, Shura still felt a little loose.

Zhong Jiuji almost dragged Shura to the river. The clear breath of the water swept away the strong bloody smell, and leaned Shura against the boulder by the river, and he sat beside Shura to check his injuries.

Although the hands and feet could not be brought back to life, what surprised Zhong Jiuji was that the countless incisions on his body with deep visible bones were already beginning to heal. Although he was human, he was of the Shura race, so it was different.

He used the only cloth on his body and the herbs he found in the forest to simply treat Shura's wounds. Even though he went into the forest several times and returned, Shura did not show any curiosity, as quiet as a stone, silent and cold, even if he touched When it came to the wound, the movement was a bit rough, but it couldn't arouse Shura's response at all.

If it wasn't for the status panel, he would have thought this was a dying person.

Zhong Jiuji sighed and heaved a deep sigh of relief after treating all the wounds. The bleeding of the severed limbs had been stopped, and the wounds were all covered with medicine. Although Shura was silent throughout the process, he still cooperated.

For Shura like this, Zhong Jiuji was thinking whether Shura actually didn't intend to wait to die at this time.

From this point of view, there is no system that causes the host to die at this time, so the so-called death may not be Shura's body, but his heart.

Zhong Jiuji returned to the battlefield without saying a word, found the girl lying quietly on the only piece of clean land in the middle of the battlefield, bent down and hugged her up.

It has been a while since the girl died, and her gray eyes have never been closed. Zhong Jiuji only knew this lively girl in the data, and the first sight was already her whole life.

He carried the girl to Shura's side and laid it flat, and washed the girl's clothes again.

"Sorry." Apologizing to the corpse, Zhong Jiuji cleaned up the girl's body, the clothes gradually dried, and put the girl back on again.

From the beginning to the end, Shura just sat quietly at the side, watching coldly, without saying a word.

It was as if this corpse had nothing to do with him.

Zhong Jiuji noticed something unusual.

Approaching Shura, pressing his hand on Shura's intact leg, the white and delicate fingertips formed a strong contrast with the bronze-colored strong thigh, Zhong Jiuji had to raise his head to meet Shura's eyes even if he knelt down, he was extremely petite and weak.

Zhong Jiuji is analyzing the cause of the abnormality.