Dean pushed the corpse to the side, immediately turned over and sat up, checking the wound on his left hand. He saw that the armor on his arm was bitten off, and the muscles inside were also bitten off. The wound was bloody. If it was someone else, such an injury would have been too painful to speak, but his left hand had no feeling, which made him have a strange feeling, as if he was looking at someone else's wound.
Only when he was hurt by someone else, he would not feel pain.
However, this was, after all, an illusion. He turned his head and pulled out the dagger from the young Undead's eye socket. He returned to the subway car, wiped the blood with a towel, washed it with purified water, and then disinfected it on the torch. When the dagger was burned red, he lifted the armor on his arm and used the hot dagger to scrape the blood on the edge of the wound on his shoulder. He only heard the sound of water evaporating from the wound.
After scraping the minced meat, Dean suddenly found that there was not much blood flowing out of the wound on his arm.
He was startled, and suddenly thought of a terrible thing. He stared at it, and suddenly the blood seemed to stagnate, flowing slowly. He touched it with his right hand, and suddenly felt an icy coldness.
This familiar coldness, he knew that it came from the Ice Blood Disease, but seeing this scene at the moment, let him come up with a ridiculous idea. His left hand... seemed to be no different from the body of the Undead!
The only difference was that although the skin was pale, it was not attached with a touch of lifeless stone gray.
"Is it possible that the Ice Blood Disease is a precursor to the Undead?" Dean could not help but think, and then he felt that it was not the case. According to the time he knew from others, the Undead generally took a few hours. Even those with strong resistance could barely hold on for about seven or eight hours, and then they would be completely eroded by the virus. But he had the Ice Blood Disease for several years. If he was a Undead, he would have become an Undead long ago.
However, the appearance and symptoms of his left hand at the moment were no different from those of the Undead. They were all injured, but there was no large amount of bleeding, and the blood in the body was extremely cold.
This caused him to be slightly puzzled. Could it be that there's a deeper connection between the two?
His eyes flashed slightly, and after a while, he collected his thoughts. He used the dagger to cut along the bite mark of the young undead. He saw that the flesh near the bite mark was darker. He used the dagger to cut a four or five centimeters scratch along the bite mark. He stared at it and found that the flesh was brighter two centimeters away from the bite mark. The closer it was to the bite mark, the darker the color.
Seeing that his guess was right, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, the inhibitory flow of the Ice Blood Disease worked at this moment. The virus in the young undead's teeth did not spread as fast as it would in an ordinary human body. Instead, it spread at a relatively slow speed, which was enough for him to take precautions.
"This strange disease is not completely useless …" Dudian thought. He didn't hesitate to use a dagger to cut off the bite marks and the flesh around it. Then he washed it with a mixture of disinfectant powder and purified water. Then he wrapped it in gauze and waited for the new flesh to grow.
If this kind of injury was inflicted on an ordinary person, a few large scars would definitely be left on their arms. However, for existences like them who had extraordinary physiques, as long as they took good care of themselves and were provided with sufficient nutrition, such injuries would recover sooner or later. It was just like how an ordinary person would quickly recover from a minor scratch. After all, while their physiques were strengthened, the automatic recovery ability of their cells was also far superior to that of ordinary people.
After dealing with the wound, Dean sat on the chair and rested. After recovering some physical strength, he got up and came to the body of the young Undead. He looked at it and suddenly noticed that the nails of the Undead were stained with dried blood. The smell was actually the smell of human blood. Obviously, in addition to him, the young Undead had also attacked others.
Dean gently sniffed and suddenly felt that the smell of blood was a bit familiar. He thought a little and suddenly remembered that when Ian and others first came to the Wasteland, they saw the corpse of the Dragon Guard with half of its skull bitten off. The smell of blood was exactly the same.
"So, is it the one who killed that person?" Dean's eyes flashed. He did not expect that after the young undead killed that person, it wandered back to the depths of the Orange Wasteland No. 3 and met him. He had to say that it was a kind of fate.
"Martin said that the mutation speed of the undead is faster than that of the monsters. To some extent, the undead retain the characteristics of human's rapid evolution. As long as there is energy, they can quickly improve and transform. Moreover, humans are different from the undead. Humans can only take God's blessing, but the undead can eat anything. They absorb nutrients from the corpses of monsters or the same kind. Their mutation speed is far beyond that of humans. "
"This person's team was most likely attacked by the Corpse King. After he was infected and turned into an undead, he should have eaten many times. Whether it is strength or speed, he is stronger than senior hunters like Eugene and Martin. He should be at the level of Pioneer."
Dean looked at its body. His eyes flashed. He suddenly lifted his foot and stepped on its skull. Kacha! The skull made the sound of bones breaking.
He lifted his foot again and stomped hard. After repeating this several times, he finally crushed the young undead's head. Even the brain inside the head collapsed, as if he was stepping on wet soil.
He squatted down and picked up a stone from the side. He fiddled with the brain and soon found a hard object inside it. It was the cold crystal.
However, to his surprise, the cold crystal in the head of the young undead, although it was blue in color, had some changes in shape. It was not round, but oval, and there were fine protruding spikes on the surface, like small bumps.
Dean put it on the ground. After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his left index finger and touched it gently. It was cold, no different from the cold crystal.
He was relieved. He took out the dirty towel that he used to wipe the cold crystal. When he looked at it again after wiping it clean, he suddenly found that there was a small shadow in the cold crystal.
He was a little surprised. He returned to the subway car and raised the torch to look at it. Under the illumination of the flame, he saw the shadow in the cold crystal, like a twisted worm.
Dean was startled. He suddenly remembered that the young undead was originally a Dragon Guard. There were magic marks in his body. Was his magic mark in the cold crystal at the moment? Why did such a phenomenon appear?
Bang!
While he was thinking, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the subway car.
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