Chapter 943

"Eh, my injury is cured, and there's nothing left!"

Galava only felt a tingling all over his body. The wounded place healed with the naked eye, and he was full of strength in an instant.

"Brother, you're all right. That's great. Woo woo!"

Xima threw herself into galava's arms and wept with joy.

"Xima, it's all right. It's all right. You, ruqika and sulbi are waiting here. Brother, go and deal with something."

Galava patted his sister on the shoulder with a spoiled face, and a cruel color flashed across his eyes.

"No, let us go!"

"We're wrong. We don't dare anymore."

"Please, spare us!"

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The five white men were scared out of their wits and begged with great pain.

Galava's face showed a hesitation, but then he thought of what Ding Ning said. A flash of perseverance flashed in his eyes and dragged the five whites out like a dead dog.

A moment later, galava walked back calmly. Xima nestled in his arms with some fear and whispered, "brother, did you kill them?"

Ruqika and sulbi also looked at him in fear, but galava smiled, shook his head and stroked Xima's soft long hair: "no, my brother is a soldier. How can he kill indiscriminately, but they have lost their conscience. I threw them out and let them live and die."

"Yes!"

Xima breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily.

Ruqika's eyes twinkled with small stars and said timidly, "who is that dingning? It's amazing!"

"Yes, how did he make the gun burst?"

Sulbi said with a small mouth: "I don't believe it's such a coincidence that all four guns are just blasted."

Galava's face was full of enthusiasm and knelt piously on the ground: "he is the messenger sent by the Lord to walk in the world to save our suffering believers."

"How could the messenger of the LORD be a Chinese?"

Luqika said with some doubt.

"The Lord's messengers are ever-changing. It doesn't matter which country they are. The important thing is that the Lord hasn't abandoned us."

Xima narrowed her eyes into crescent shape and knelt on the ground with her brother piously.

"Cut, foolish man, if he is an angel sent by your Lord to save the world, why not get rid of all the zombies?"

The Lama who remained silent all the time couldn't listen. The Lama on the left couldn't help but sarcasm and joked. Isn't it a slap in the face to believe in the Lord in the Lama Temple?

Galava looked at the Lama and said seriously, "believe it or not, there is no zombie outside."

"What? Brother, is that true?"

Xima asked in surprise. The big eyes of ruqika and sur were also shining with joy.

"Of course, I don't have to lie. I deliberately threw the four villains far away, but I didn't see any zombies, so I think he is the messenger sent by the Lord to save us!"

Galava vowed, in exchange for the cheers of the three girls.

Even the old Tibetan couple looked happy and said happily, "let's go out and have a look."

"Hum, 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 face.

"Even if the zombie will come back, it's good to take this opportunity to find more food."

The Tibetan couple did not notice the Lama's unhappy face and said excitedly.

"Yes, brother, this time we'll go to find food with you. There are many people and great strength. If we find more, we can insist on waiting for rescue."

Xima and her two classmates said happily that it's safe to stay here, but it's like going to jail. Now they finally have a chance to let go. It's strange that they can't be happy. "All right!"

Galavaben was worried that the zombie was just leaving temporarily as the previous two days and might come back at any time. But looking at his sister's eager eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse and nodded his head immediately.

"Yeah!"

The three girls held each other excitedly, jumping and jumping, and finally went to look for food with Tibetan couples.

There are only two lamas left in the hall to guard the little lama named Zhu Gu.

"Basan, when do you think Zhu Gu will wake up? Are we in a hurry?"

The Lama on the left looked at Zhu Gu, who was still sleeping, and asked anxiously.

"There's no way. Zhu Guben is the reincarnation of the living Buddha. Only he can bear the power of the relic, awaken the power as soon as possible, and lead us through this disaster. Langga, don't worry."

Basang sighed and comforted. In fact, he had no bottom in his heart.

"I hope so!"

Langa looked at Zhu Gu with worry, but suddenly said in surprise, "Zhu Gu is going to wake up. I saw his eyelashes move."

"Really? Let me see!"

Basang was ecstatic and stepped forward. Sure enough, Zhu Gu's eyelashes moved back and forth. It seemed that he would always be there at any time. He immediately cried with joy: "bless the living Buddha, bless the living Buddha!"

"Poof!"

Basan couldn't believe his eyes, looked down at his chest, a white bone claw penetrated his chest, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and he lost consciousness in front of him.

"Basan, what's the matter with you?"

Langga didn't react yet. He was wondering why Basang suddenly didn't say a word, but suddenly saw the pink and jade like little lama Zhu Gu with colorful eyes. He only felt a pain in his heart. A bone claw pierced his chest, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Zhu Gu stood up slowly and moved his neck. In a twinkling, his two white boned arms became white and tender human arms. He looked at the door of the hall and whispered: "I seem to smell the smell of my enemy, but my strength has not fully recovered, so I can only let the zombie regiment go out."

The bodies of Basang and langga suddenly stood up, with dead gray eyes, kneeling in front of Zhu Gu.

"Go ahead, lead the zombie regiment, and try every means to destroy that damn human!"

Zhu Gu's eyes flashed a colorful light, which fell in the eyes of Basang and langga.

After a burst of confusion, the dead gray gradually faded and became the eyes of normal people.

They knelt respectfully on the ground, knelt deeply to Zhu Gu, stood up and walked out.

"My strength is still too weak. It's not safe here. I have to leave here and continue to look for relic to improve my strength."

Zhu Gu looked at the empty hall and whispered. After a whisper, his limbs suddenly twisted strangely into eight long spider like white bones and legs. He ran out like flying and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.

On the hillside of the army of zombies buried alive, Basan and Langa sang obscure ancient languages.

There was a slight tremor on the ground. A pale, bloodless hand broke open and stretched out. At a glance, there were countless.

"Susu..."

The sound of dust rolling down became more and more urgent and faster. Finally, the first disheartened zombie came out of the ground, followed by the second and third

Except for the zombies whose heads were blasted by the local puppets, all the other zombies climbed out and lined up in a square array like the army under review. They couldn't see the end at a glance. Basang and langga, dressed in red lamas, led the mighty zombie army behind them to the direction of Ding Ning's departure!

Ding Ning knows nothing about it and is walking on the land of Sikkim!

"What a beautiful mountain city!"

Looking at the beautiful Darjeeling in front of him, even if Ding Ning has seen too many scenery, he has to admit that this is the most beautiful mountain city he has ever seen. No wonder it is regarded as a summer mountain city by the English people.

Darjeeling, with an average altitude of 2134 meters, is located in the galapahar mountains in the Himalayas.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the lush green mountains and dense forests, the green and tender tea garden, and the beautiful mountain city like a magic pen outline a picture like a dream.

However, this beautiful picture is now completely destroyed. There are no cooking smoke, no lights, no hard-working tea farmers running back and forth, no tourists from all over the world, and some are just walking corpses wandering back and forth in the street.

Even though Ding Ning didn't like the ancient kingdom, he couldn't help but feel compassion when looking at those wandering zombies.

"Dust to dust to earth, go at ease!"

Ding Ning was like a God's residence that landed in the mortal world. He walked leisurely in the dead mountain city, cracking in front of him, mercilessly devouring the zombies who smelled fresh blood and flesh.

"Eh! There are so many survivors?"

Ding Ning was surprised and looked at a five story building surrounded by dense zombies.

This is a hospital. The hospital is full of zombies. In the basement of the hospital, there are hundreds of survivors of all colors. What surprised him most is that these survivors live in harmony, talk and laugh with ease, and don't worry about the dense funeral groups outside.

Some people in white coats are busy experimenting. Occasionally, they will send some people suspected of virus infection to a room where Ding Ning's divine knowledge is impenetrable.

Is there a reincarnated spirit boy here? This strange scene gave Ding Ning a strong curiosity, started his hiding technique and quietly sneaked into the basement.

"Hey, man, come and help push the car off!"

When Ding Ning just entered the basement and was wondering how to get into the room where divine consciousness could not penetrate, a man's voice suddenly came behind him.

Turning around, I saw two men in white coats and masks shouting at him with a stretcher truck.

Ding Ning pointed to his nose in surprise, "are you calling me?"

"Yes, man, this guy is too heavy. There is something wrong with the axle of the stretcher bed. It's a little hard for two people."

The man who spoke just now smiled bitterly and pointed to the fat man in a military uniform on the stretcher.

Ding Ning couldn't help laughing. No wonder these two guys wanted help. The virus infected person on the stretcher was too fat. According to visual inspection, it looked like a meat mountain.

"OK, no problem!"

Ding Ning was secretly happy. He was just about to doze off when someone sent a pillow. He was thinking about how to get in, so someone sent a chance to come to the door.

"Hey, man, wear a mask. Although President Katharina said that the zombie virus will be infected only when it breaks out, it's better to be careful."

The man said kindly, took out a medical mask from his pocket and handed it to Ding Ning.

"Yes, thank you!"

Ding Ning took the mask and put on his thanks, but he suddenly realized it in his heart.

It turned out that Katharina, President of the World Medical Association, is here. No wonder people here are very relaxed. You know, the World Medical Association represents the highest medical level in the world. It seems that Katharina has a high prestige here. When men talk, there is undisguised admiration in their eyes.

However, if we can gather the survivors together and cure the virus infected people, we can't build prestige.

This makes Ding Ning more and more interested. Is this room that can isolate divine consciousness made by Katharina, or does it exist itself?