Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 347 Trainee Pluto (26)

In the dimly lit apartment, a huge display flickered dimly.

The man sat on the carpet, leaning against the sofa cushion with his thin back, his long legs bent lazily, and there was a first-aid kit on his legs.

The room was quiet except for the sound from the TV.

Zhu Zhijun squeezed his wrist, watching his palm gradually turn blue due to lack of blood.

He didn't let go of this hand until he lost consciousness, and grabbed another scalpel, facing his wrist with a sharp blade, and cut it mercilessly.

In an instant, bright red blood rushed out from the wrist, dyed the man's pure white clothes red, and finally dripped on the carpet, hidden between the thick blankets, turning into red spots like sprigs on a branch. red plum.

With the passage of blood, the man's already cold and pale face became paler, his lips gradually lost their color, his long eyelashes trembled, and his pupils gradually dilated.

Zhu Zhijun lowered his eyes and put his wrist into the warm water basin prepared in advance.

As a result, the blood that was about to coagulate began to spread wantonly in the basin again.

Outside the heavy curtains, it was evening, the autumn wind was blowing, and the weather was already extremely cold.

When the three hellhounds came to this apartment with Zhou Ye looking for the smell of a living soul, Zhu Zhijun was already unconscious, and the water in the basin beside him had turned blood red.

Aww, seeing this scene, I was already stunned.

what's the situation?
Suicide?

This is different from the routines in the previous worlds!

"Master, he, his soul is about to emerge."

Yes, from Zhou Ye's perspective, Zhu Zhijun's body is almost transparent, and a mass of pure white living soul has emerged from his chest.

It didn't take long for her to get a living soul.

The doctor's merit is almost equal to five ordinary living souls.

If it were someone else, Zhou Ye would definitely squat down and wait patiently for him to cool down.

But looking at the dying man in front of him now, Zhou Ye just frowned slightly, then squatted down, stretched out a slender white hand, and patted the mass of living souls that were about to emerge.

The living soul immediately looked like a snail's tentacles, and it burrowed back into the man's body in the blink of an eye.

Aowu watched quietly, watching the expression on Zhou Ye's face.

It was very flat, and there was silence in the eyes.

Putting his soul back in place, Zhou Ye got up, kicked his ass, and turned to leave.

Just as he lifted his foot, a weak voice suddenly came from behind him.

Zhu Zhijun had already opened his eyes, staring at the almost transparent phantom motionlessly, and shouted.

"It's you, can you stop and listen to me?"

Zhou Ye stopped, and the moment he turned around, his body appeared.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the man leaning on the sofa, and said.

"How can you see me?"

Zhu Zhijun blinked, followed by shaking his head.

"I can't see anything else, only you."

Only see her?
Zhou Ye pursed his lips unhappily.

Is it because she can't practice kung fu?It can also be seen by individuals.

Zhu Zhijun seemed to read her emotions from the girl's expression, and then he opened the first-aid kit on his own, and began to treat the wound for himself.

Looking at it this way, Zhou Ye understood.

Even if he didn't come, this man wouldn't die here. He did this just to recruit her.

However, if it comes, it is safe, Zhou Ye sat directly on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked down at the man in front of him who was stitching his one hand.

(End of this chapter)