People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 446: This Land: Crunchy, Chicken Flavor

Blood gushed out, staining the ground of the alley red.

The Slap Man's body was heavy and he fell to the ground with a dull sound like a rag bag falling.

The undead boy opened his eyes wide in shock, and a drop of sticky liquid splashed into his eyes, causing a burning pain in his eyes.

But the immortal boy just stared blankly, watching his predecessor fall in a pool of blood.

"Bah, scum of the Wu Zhou League!"

The infected knight, who had succeeded in the sneak attack, spat and was about to pull the weapon out from the Slap Man's neck.

But one hand held the sword tightly, and did not let go even though his palm was cut and bleeding.

"..."

The Slap Man's eyes bulged out to a terrifying degree, staring at the Undead Boy.

His mouth opened and closed as if he was cursing something, but no other sound came out of his mouth except for blood foam that kept gushing out.

The Infected Knight became even more angry when he saw that this member of the Helmetless Alliance was about to die but still refused to accept his fate.

He stepped on the Slap Man's head and exerted force with both hands.

Another handful of blood flew up, and a long string of dazzling, tightly clustered flowers bloomed on the dirty alley.

"asshole!"

The undead boy was startled by the bright red flowers, and let out a heart-wrenching roar, then rushed forward and rammed into the infected knight.

The two of them immediately huddled together.

The undead boy acted like a madman, completely abandoning the fighting skills he had learned in his daily training. He grabbed and punched with his hands, hitting the infected knight's body and face.

"Are you crazy?"

The infected knight was frightened by the undead boy's momentum and was unable to organize an effective counterattack for a while. He was beaten so hard that stars appeared in his eyes.

"Help me! Someone come quickly!"

The shouts of the infected knight echoed in the alley, and the long alley seemed like a loudspeaker, making the shouts louder.

A large number of footsteps appeared and approached quickly.

The undead boy was startled and his instinct told him that he should run away quickly, but looking at the infected knight in front of him, he completely lost his mind and wanted to kill the other party to avenge his predecessor.

The knight's long sword pierced the undead boy's shoulder, and the pain that penetrated deep into his bones made his expression even more hideous.

"Die!"

An almost beast-like roar erupted from the undead boy's mouth, and he fiercely pinched the infected knight's neck with such force that the opponent's fragile neck made a series of bone rubbing creaking sounds.

At this moment, the two were no longer battle-hardened knights and well-trained killers. Under the oppression of anger and death, they turned into wild beasts and fought each other in the most primitive way.

Gradually, the infected knight's struggle became weaker and weaker, and his sword fell to the ground helplessly, making a crisp sound.

Blurry spots also began to flash in the Undead Boy's vision.

He fell from the body of the Infected Knight dejectedly, looked at the Slap Man, and said with a miserable smile:

"Senior, I'm seeing stars. This is much more fierce than your slap."

Half of the Slap Man's face was stained red with blood, and his mouth kept opening and closing, as if he was saying something, but only blood foam continued to spurt out.

Just looking at the appearance of his predecessor, the immortal boy suddenly shuddered, as if he had grabbed the last straw, and climbed up using his hands and feet.

He stumbled and fell in front of the Palm Man, grabbed the Palm Man's arm and carried him behind his back:

"Senior, you are not dead yet. There is still time. I will take you to a hospital right now. A hospital..."

A large number of footsteps were approaching, and a group of infected knights appeared in the sight of the Undead Boy.

"Assholes, these two bastards from the Wuzun League killed our companions!"

"It's Piran, you bastards from the No-Head Alliance, he has a daughter who's only ten years old!"

The angry infected knights were either crying or roaring, but their actions were all the same, they were ready to rush forward, brandishing their weapons, to avenge their companions.

The immortal boy carried the Slap Man on his back, his eyes were red, his mind was in chaos, and the only thing left was the obsession of taking his senior to the hospital.

"Go away!"

He roared and charged at the Infected Knight.

Kuranta's racial talent was highlighted at this moment. The undead boy's fearless charge was so fast that it was completely beyond the expectations of the infected knights.

The weapon scratched the undead boy's body but could not stop him.

After knocking over several people, the undead boy, covered in blood, forced his way out, rushed out of the alley, and threw himself into the brilliant neon lights of the Great Knight's Territory.

The infected knights chased to the entrance of the alley and stopped in their tracks.

Outside were wide streets and bright lights, but they dared not take another step forward, even though the enemy who bore the blood feud of their companions was right before their eyes.

They are like ghosts living in the shadows all day long, longing for light but also afraid of it.

"Hospital...hospital..."

The immortal boy carried his predecessor's increasingly heavy body on his back and kept moving forward like a madman.

When the pedestrians on the street saw the miserable state of the two people, they were all shocked and moved to the sides.

The undead boy stumbled and was clearly running towards the main street where the lights were the brightest, but it was getting darker and darker in front of him.

He felt something flowing out of his body. His predecessor's body was getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that his legs could not stop shaking. The ground under his feet was getting softer and softer, and it even seemed to be constantly fluctuating like the surface of water.

They missed a step and fell heavily to the ground.

The undead boy struggled for a long time but couldn't stand up. He could only look up and beg to the crowd watching from afar:

"Help, someone save him... I beg you, someone, take him to the hospital, I have money... I'll give you all my money... Is there anyone..."

"Don't be...stupid..."

A voice so low that it was almost inaudible came from behind.

The wound on the Slap Man's neck was no longer bleeding, and he inexplicably felt stronger, but he did not struggle.

Time seemed to be fast-forwarded for him, and in the blink of an eye, winter came and it was so cold that he couldn't help shivering.

"We...are just a group of...executioners. When we...come into the light...that will be the end."

The Slap Man smiled bitterly: "I had expected that this day would come. They are not wrong... They are just resisting...

Run away, boy...Run as fast as you can, don't look back..."

"Don't talk, don't talk!"

The undead boy lay on the ground, trying his best to crawl forward: "I know, I know, we are not good people, we have killed too many people, I know!

But what can I do? I don’t want to die. I have been wandering since I was born. If I don’t kill people, I can’t survive.

Please, don't die, you are my only friend... Is there anyone..."

The immortal boy's shouting suddenly stopped as if someone had grabbed his neck.

On his back, his senior's forehead rested lightly on his shoulder, making it hard for him to breathe.

The undead boy kept his head tilted back, frozen like a stone statue.

His line of sight was too low, so he couldn't see the sky. He could only see countless shoes of all kinds densely packed around him.

It seemed no different from his usual perspective.

He was just an unknown person in the Wuzhou League. Anyone could scold him. He always kept his head down when talking to people. His world consisted of all kinds of shoes...

"I am guilty, I know I am guilty, but why is my punishment not my death?"

The undead boy's head slumped down and hit the cold, hard ground.

At this moment, he wished there was someone to forgive his sins, even if it was a devil.

In a trance, he heard the sound of footsteps and wheels approaching him.

As if hearing his cry, the devil appeared before his eyes, stopped, and leaned over...