Chapter 1359： After the hardships of hatred

After all, Serena still couldn’t stop what Smith. Zhou did to her. This power gap is a key factor in determining this.

No one knows what she will face, just as no one knows that Serena has fallen into the hands of Smith. Whether it is Zhou Yi or the bright messengers of his men, they think that Serena is still carrying out her own tasks, and she is still looking for Rama Mujam in the crowd. They are still waiting for the good news of Serena, but what they didn't think was that they didn't wait for Serena, but they waited for Rama Mujam's own door-to-door delivery.

After countless hardships, Rama Mujam, who has become like a human evil, has finally crossed the vast majority of Indian land and came to the shelter. And he can do this step entirely because his will to avenge is supporting his body.

You know, his body has become what he looks like. There is hardly a piece of good skin. Every time he does an action, he has a pain that is scratched by the whole body. He couldn't breathe normally and couldn't eat properly because the organs on his body were more or less damaged. Such a person is only suitable for lying on a hospital bed, rather than being so eager to revenge.

However, Rama Mujam did just that. His desire for revenge is so powerful that he has been trekking with death at all, regardless of his own life.

No one knows why he is doing this, and no one knows how he did it. Today's India has been ruined, and this land is full of dangers that can kill people. Radiation, those mutant beasts, and rogues who are more terrible than the beasts. These are the existences that can easily take his life. Even if he was so lucky that he could safely avoid all of this, the thousands of kilometers would be enough to destroy his body and take away his weak life.

This can be said to be a miracle of life. When Rama Mujam appeared in front of the shelter, he was equivalent to verifying with his own life. How can a person’s will be terrible? One step. That is the power beyond the limits, the so-called science and everything that can't be explained by routines. Such a person has no reason not to do what he wants to do, even if he is now at the limit.

Yes, under the mile, even the will of Rama Mujam is already at its limit. If he couldn't see the shelter before, he could still hold on to it and hold on to the pain of his body. So now, when he stands in front of the shelter and looks up to the land of this god's sanctuary, the will in his heart that supports all his actions can't stop weakening.

The goal is right in front of him. He knows very well that as long as he walks in and shouts his name, he is likely to realize his desire for revenge in his heart. This sober cognition gave him the illusion that he had fulfilled his long-cherished wish in his heart. It is also this illusion that all the pains he has suffered before are also rushing from every corner of the body at this time.

This is his body's counterattack against the will of the will, the final attack of the soul on reality. Many people have fallen in this step, just as many of the Antarctic explorers used to die before the pole. Rama Mujam is no exception at this time.

After walking for thousands of miles, he didn't have a good rest. At this time, he really couldn't help but want to take a good rest. His brain, his muscles told him this way, and in order to be able to beat his will, these warnings from his body directly caused him to fall to the ground.

His whole body has been buried in the dirty soil. The stimuli from the dirt and gravel made him feel like he just fell into the pan and tormented to the extreme. But soon this torment has subsided, replaced by the tiredness and sleepiness of the brain.

It’s as if pain is not important at this time, as long as he sleeps so well, then everything can pass safely. It sounds beautiful, but the end result is that Rama Mujam can't accept it anyway.

He knows very well what it means to sleep at this time. He understood very well how far away he was from the wish in his heart. He can't give up at this time. He hasn't given up on so many pains before. How can he compromise to reality now?

At this time, the will once again spurred strength, and the mind that had already weakened like a candle in the wind suddenly rose like a bucket of gasoline at this time. Although this could not change the body of Rama Mujam, let him stand up like this at noon. But it was enough for him to overcome the desire to sleep, and let him once again charge toward his goal.

This charge is only spiritual, not physical. The body that can only crawl in the mud like a locust can't use the word charge, but all his actions, as well as his crazy spirit, can be called this.

He buckled his fingers in the dirt and dragged his body almost to the collapsed body. The hard earth and stone broke his skin, smashed his flesh and blood, and made his sensational bones bare, but it did not make him even a trace of embarrassment. Because this time, the pain is no longer important. Even if his body is embarrassed by this pain, his will is enough to overwhelm all of this, so that he will always keep and move forward.

He was so confidently crawling forward and marching toward his goal. Blood rushed from his body, and a long trace was immersed behind him. Such traces made people around him see it, and they could not help but exclaim and tremble.

Rama Mujam’s strange people appeared on their side, and they noticed it early. When he fell to the ground, many people were a disregard for him. This is not to say that they lack sympathy, but on this piece of wasteland, things like sympathy and morality are no longer there. Even those who can't manage themselves have the time to manage a person who wants to die, at most, that is, to slap him in his heart.

However, Rama Mujam’s next reaction was really beyond their expectations. They simply couldn't think of it. Such a person who was about to die soon, was the power that came out from there, and let him make such a terrible thing.

Does that do not hurt? It is very painful to think about it. It’s just that the white bones on the fingers can make people’s teeth look sour. It’s hard to imagine how painful the broken body will be. Ordinary people simply don't dare to make assumptions about this. They can only watch such a guy in awe. Neither dare to stop or dare to lend a helping hand.

A person who can be so embarrassed about himself is definitely not saying anything to provoke. There is no great ambition, or something terrible hatred. It doesn't matter if either of them is contaminated, so as long as it is a smart person, you will not choose to be infected with such a guy.

What kind of person is the person here? Maybe not before, but after experiencing such a disaster, if you can't learn to become smart, then they are not qualified to survive. Everyone has become smart, so naturally, at this time, everyone silently avoided the opening, giving way to such a dangerous and troublesome existence. A passage to the gates of the shelter.

They did it for themselves, but in any case, they ended up being cheaper Rama Mujam. When you change to normal, maybe he will say thank you to these people. But now he is suffering from **** seas and hatred, he really does not have this mood. Therefore, he is only silent, and his body is stronger, and continues his journey a little bit.

This is a long journey, especially for his body. His excessive demand for the body made the sequelae that broke out at this time fatal, and the blood was always flowing in his left, from the bright red color to the dirty blood. It's hard to say how much blood has flowed through this path. Until his final approach to the end, his body was a little hollowed out. Because at that time, there was no more blood flowing under him.

The glaring red is almost dry at the end, which is not a good thing. Is there a chance for a person who has run out of blood to survive? Everyone has a number in mind. Is such a madman still going to die here? Someone's heart has begun to sigh, but as they sigh, the figure of a light messenger has already come to them.

This seems to be a hope, everyone knows. The Lightbringer is the messenger of God, and they are such magical things that they can be brought back to life. But they will not do this, but these people are not sure. They are also reluctant to marry these messengers for a person who does not know people. They do not want to lose their chances because of such a person.

Everyone is silent, and in such silence, Rama Mujam is already struggling to climb to the front of this bright messenger, clinging to his ankle with his filthy hands, and then forcefully This voice was spit out in his own voice.

"Take me in, take me to your master. I have something to tell him. I have something important to say to him. Let me in, let me in!"

"You can't go in!"

Although he did not kick him off, the words spoken from the mouth of the light messenger were even more cruel than such movements.

"You are a dirty soul who is not qualified to walk in. The sins of your body cannot be redeemed. Give up, just die here. Maybe this is the best destination for you!"