"Hey, my injuries are healed. I'm fine!"
Galava felt a numbness all over his body. The wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a flash, his body was full of strength.
"Brother, you're fine. That's great. Wuwuwu!"
Sima threw herself into Galava's arms and cried tears of joy.
"Sima, it's okay. It's okay. You, Luqika, and Surbi wait here. I'm going to deal with something."
Galava patted his sister's shoulder with a doting expression. His eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness.
"No, let us go!"
"We were wrong. We won't dare to do it again."
"I beg you, please spare us!"
…
The five white men were scared out of their wits. They endured the pain and begged bitterly.
Galava's face showed a hint of hesitation, but then he thought of Ding Ning's words. His eyes flashed with determination, and he dragged the five white men out as if they were dead dogs.
After a while, Galava walked back with a calm expression. Sima leaned into his arms in fear and whispered, "Brother, did you kill them?"
Luqika and Surbi also looked at him in fear. Galava smiled and shook his head. He stroked Xima's long, silky hair and said, "No, I'm a soldier. How could I kill people indiscriminately? But they have lost all conscience. I threw them out and let them fend for themselves."
"Okay!"
Hearing this, Xima breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily.
Luqika's eyes sparkled. She said timidly, "Who is that Ding Ning? It's amazing! "
"Yes, how did he make the guns explode?"
Surbi pouted. "I don't believe it's a coincidence that all four guns exploded."
Galava's face was full of fanaticism. He knelt on the ground devoutly. "He is the messenger sent by the Lord to walk in the world. He is here to save us believers who are suffering."
"How can the messenger of the Lord be a Chinese?"
Luqika said with some doubts.
"The messenger of the Lord is ever-changing. It doesn't matter which country he is from. What's important is that the Lord has not abandoned us."
Sima's eyes narrowed into a crescent shape. He followed his brother and knelt on the ground devoutly.
"Tsk, foolish people. If he is the messenger sent by your lord to save the world, why didn't he kill all the zombies?"
The Lama on the left could not help but say sarcastically. What a joke! Worshipping the Lord in the Lama Temple? Wasn't this a slap in the face?
Galava turned his head to look at the Lama and said seriously, "Believe it or not, there are no zombies outside."
"What? Brother, is what you said true? "
Xima asked in surprise. Luqika's and Sol's big green eyes were also shining with joy.
"Of course, I don't need to lie. I deliberately threw those four villains far away, but I didn't see any zombies, so I think he is the messenger sent by God to save us!"
Galava said confidently, and in return, the three girls cheered excitedly.
Even the old Tibetan couple revealed a joyful expression. After looking at each other, they happily said, "Let's go out and take a look."
"Hmph, who knows when those zombies will come back? It's just that they're not here at this time. "
The Lama said with a bad expression.
"Even if the zombies will come back, it's good to take this opportunity to find more food."
The Tibetan couple did not notice the Lama's unhappy expression and said excitedly.
"Yes, brother, this time we will go with you to find food. There is strength in numbers. If we find more, we can hold on until the rescue."
Xima and her two classmates said excitedly. It was safe to stay here, but it was like being in prison. Now that they finally had a chance to relax, it would be strange if they were not happy.
"Okay!"
Galava was worried that the zombies would just leave temporarily like the previous two days. Maybe they would come back at any time, but looking at his sister's eager eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse, so he immediately nodded and agreed.
"Yeah!"
The three girls excitedly hugged each other and jumped. Finally, they went to find food with the Tibetan couple.
There were only two Lamas left in the hall, guarding the little Lama named Zhu Gu.
"Basang, when do you think Zhu Gu will wake up? Aren't we being too hasty? "
The Lama on the left looked at Zhu Gu, who was still sleeping, and asked worriedly.
"There is no other way. Zhu Gu is the reincarnation of the Living Buddha. Only he can bear the power of the Sarira, awaken his power as soon as possible, and lead us through this disaster. Lang Ga, don't worry."
Basang sighed and comforted him. In fact, he was also not sure.
"I hope so!"
Lang Ga looked at Zhu Gu worriedly, but suddenly said with surprise, "Zhu Gu is going to wake up. I saw his eyelashes moving."
"Really? Let me see! "
Basang was ecstatic and went forward. Sure enough, Zhu Gu's eyelashes were moving, as if they would wake up at any time. He suddenly cried with joy, "Living Buddha bless us, Living Buddha bless us!"
"Puff!"
Basang's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked down at his chest and saw a white bone claw penetrating his chest. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he lost consciousness.
"Basang, what's wrong with you?"
Before Lang Ga realized what was going on, he was wondering why Basang suddenly stopped talking. But suddenly, he saw that the little lama Zhu Gu's eyes were filled with colorful colors. He felt a sharp pain in his heart as a bone claw pierced through his chest. His eyes gradually dimmed down.
Zhu Gu slowly stood up and stretched his neck. In the blink of an eye, his two skeletal arms turned into fair and tender human arms. His gaze faintly looked towards the door of the main hall and softly muttered, "I seem to have smelled the scent of an enemy. However, my current strength has not completely recovered, so I can only send out the zombie army."
Basang and Lang Ga's corpses suddenly stood up, and with their dead grey eyes, they knelt in front of Zhu Gu.
"Go, lead the zombie army, and do everything you can to kill that damned human!"
Zhu Gu's eyes glowed with seven colors, which fell into the eyes of Basang and Lang Ga.
Basang and Lang Ga's eyes were confused for a while, and then the dead grey color faded away, and their eyes became normal again.
The two respectfully knelt on the ground, bowed deeply to Zhu Gu, and then stood up and walked out.
"My power is still too weak, and it's not safe here anymore. I have to leave and continue to look for relics to improve my power."
Zhu Gu looked at the empty main hall and softly muttered. His four limbs suddenly twisted strangely and turned into eight long, white, spider-like legs. He walked as if he was flying and ran outside, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
On the hillside where the zombie army was buried, Basang and Lang Ga were chanting an obscure ancient language.
There was a slight tremor on the ground, and pale-white hands without the color of blood broke through the ground. There were too many of them to count.
"Rustle …"
The sound of rolling dust became more and more rapid. Finally, the first zombie with a dirty face crawled out of the ground, and then the second one, the third one …
Except for the zombie whose head had been smashed by the mud puppets, all the other zombies crawled out of the ground and lined up in a square formation like an army being inspected. They were so dense that one could not see the end of them. Basang and Lang Ga, who were wearing red lama clothes, led the zombie army to the direction where Ding Ning had left!
Ding Ning knew nothing about this, and he was walking on the land of Sikkim!
"What a beautiful mountain city!"
Looking at the beautiful Darjeeling in front of him, even though Ding Ning had seen too many sceneries, he had to admit that this was the most beautiful mountain city he had ever seen. No wonder it was used as a mountain city by Yingjili people as a summer resort.
Darjeeling, with an average altitude of 2134 meters, was located in the Galapahar Mountain Range of the Himalayas.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, the lush green mountains and dense forests, the green and tender tea gardens, and the beautiful mountain city, which was like a work of God, outlined a dreamy picture.
However, this beautiful picture was destroyed at the moment. There was no smoke, no light, no hardworking tea farmers running back and forth, and no tourists from all over the world sightseeing. There were only walking zombies wandering back and forth on the street.
Even though Ding Ning did not like this ancient kingdom, he could not help but feel pity when he saw those wandering zombies.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Go in peace!"
Ding Ning was like a god who had descended to the mortal world, strolling in the lifeless mountain city. There were many cracks in the ground in front of him, mercilessly devouring the zombies who had smelled the fresh meat.
"Hey! There are so many survivors here? "
Ding Ning exclaimed in surprise and looked at a five-story building surrounded by a dense group of zombies in astonishment.
This was a hospital, and the hospital was full of zombies. In the basement of the hospital, there were hundreds of survivors of different skin colors. What surprised him the most was that these survivors not only lived in harmony, but also talked and laughed in a relaxed manner. They did not seem to be worried about the dense group of zombies outside.
Some people in white coats were busy experimenting, and occasionally they would send some people who were suspected of being infected to a room that Ding Ning's spiritual sense could not penetrate.
Was there a reincarnated spirit child here? This strange scene made Ding Ning very curious. He activated the Ground Drilling Skill and quietly sneaked into the basement.
"Hey, buddy, come and help me push the car!"
Ding Ning had just entered the basement and was thinking about how to sneak into the room that the spiritual sense could not penetrate. Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind.
He turned around and saw two men in white coats and masks shouting at him while pushing a stretcher.
Ding Ning was a little surprised and pointed to his nose, "Are you calling me?"
"Yeah, buddy, this guy is too heavy. There's something wrong with the wheel axle of this stretcher. It's a little difficult for two people to carry it."
The man who spoke just now smiled bitterly and pointed to the fat man in the Indian military uniform on the stretcher.
Ding Ning could not help but laugh. It was no wonder that these two guys wanted to ask for help. The infected person on the stretcher was really too fat. He looked to be at least 150 kilograms, just like a mountain of meat.
"Okay, no problem!"
Ding Ning was secretly happy. It was like someone sent him a pillow just when he was about to doze off. When he was thinking about how to sneak in, someone sent him a chance.
"Hey, buddy, wear a mask. Although President Catherine said that the zombie virus will only be infected during an outbreak, it's better to be careful."
The man said with good intentions and took out a medical mask from his pocket and handed it to Ding Ning.
"You're right, thank you!"
Ding Ning took the mask and put it on to thank him, but he suddenly realized something.
It turned out that the president of the World Medical Association, Catherine, was here. No wonder the people here looked very relaxed. After all, the World Medical Association represented the highest medical level in the world. It seemed that Catherine's prestige here was very high. When the man spoke, there was undisguised worship and admiration in his eyes.
However, being able to gather the survivors together and have the confidence to cure the infected person, it was impossible for her not to build up prestige.
This made Ding Ning more and more interested. Was this room that could isolate the spiritual sense created by Catherine, or did it originally exist?
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