Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Isabella released the safety on her pistol, turned it around, and aimed it at Black Tower, her voice filled with hatred.

"Black Tower! The reason Azure Star has become like this, and we have become like this, is all because of your great-grandfather!"

"We're surrounded by hordes of zombies now; only human flesh can lure them away."

"Don't say I'm not giving you a way out. As long as you go downstairs tomorrow to lure away the horde of zombies, I can spare your life. Whether you live or die is entirely up to your own fate."

Black Tower remained expressionless and silent.

Seeing that she didn't react, Isabella slowly approached.

Qi Zhimu's icy voice immediately rang out: "If you take another step closer to her, I will kill you all."

The three of them felt as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Sensing that there was no room for negotiation in her tone, and fearing that things might change if she delayed, Isabella didn't bother with any more words and pulled the trigger on the Black Tower.

The moment he sensed the killing intent, Qi Zhimu's face turned completely grim, and without hesitation, he completely blocked the Black Tower.

The bullet struck his shoulder blade, but he didn't utter a sound.

"You're the Black Tower's spaceship pilot, aren't you? Why go to such lengths for her?"

"Do you really think I don't understand disorder?" Qi Zhimu said coldly.

"Then you can only go and die!"

Upon hearing this, Isabella's expression changed drastically, and she quickly emptied the magazine.

Before she fired, Qi Zhimu turned around and pulled Heita into his arms, burying his head and exposing his back to the gunfire.

Six bullets, five of which pierced his body, causing blood to gush out.

After firing her bullets, Isabella observed Qi Zhimu for a moment and then let out a cold laugh, seeing that he had stopped moving.

She took the gun from the round-faced man and walked towards Qi Zhimu.

Even an iron man wouldn't survive taking so many bullets. All we need to do next is kill the Black Tower.

However, Isabella never expected—

The moment she entered Qi Zhimu's three-meter range, a short knife pierced her throat.

The gun was also taken away, and two bullets were fired, accurately hitting the round-faced man and the tall, thin man in the forehead.

boom!

Another shot was fired, and Isabella became one of those people with wildly imaginative ideas.

Inside the house, there were three more corpses with their eyes wide open in death.

"Brother Mu...!"

Seeing the bloody holes oozing from Qi Zhimu's body, who was turned away from him, Black Tower could no longer remain calm.

He already had old injuries, and now he was shot multiple times while protecting her.

"I'm fine. Quickly open all the windows and turn on the air conditioner to ventilate the room, hurry!"

Medical nitrogen is non-toxic, but it can cause unconsciousness and oxygen deprivation, so it must be expelled as soon as possible.

"But... hang in there!"

Hei Ta nearly lost her composure, but out of trust in Qi Zhimu, reason compelled her to comply.

She didn't understand medicine, while Qi Zhimu did, yet he couldn't save himself.

Only when the disordered male protagonist, who is unconscious inside the house, wakes up can he be helped.

After the disordered male protagonist awakens, he is shocked by the sight of three corpses before he can even react. He is horrified by Qi Zhimu's injuries.

Judging from the location of the wound, the bullet definitely pierced the lung; if it had been a few centimeters off, it would have pierced the heart.

The problem is, Qi Zhimu is still conscious?

Is he even human?!

"I can only ask you to remove the bullet for me."

Qi Zhimu's condition was actually very bad; the veins on his forehead were bulging, clearly indicating that he was suffering from severe pain.

The disoriented male homeowner was completely dumbfounded: "But there's no surgery equipment here..."

"It's okay, just cut it open with a knife. I know my physical condition; I won't die."

"..."

Having said all that, the disordered male protagonist had no choice but to comply.

The process of removing the bullet was so thrilling that even the word "thrilling" wouldn't do it justice.

Without anesthesia, professional surgical instruments, or blood transfusions from medical staff, Qi Zhimu truly persevered until all the bullets were removed.

What amazed the disordered protagonist was not only his willpower and endurance, but also his luck.

The bullets didn't penetrate any vital organs; the deepest one was in the shoulder blade.

Moreover, he didn't utter a sound throughout the excruciating pain of his skin being cut open.

Terrible humans.

But when she thought of the countless zombies outside, she suddenly realized that Qi Zhimu's situation wasn't unacceptable.

After all, even more shocking realities have emerged, haven't they?

With limited resources, after completing the maximum post-operative care and wrapping Qi Zhimu in gauze, the disordered male lead finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked what had happened.

After hearing this, he gritted his teeth and looked at the three corpses.

Oh shit……

If this person with the ability to foresee the future dies, the chances of him and his daughter surviving will decrease by countless times.

"What should we do with them? The smell of blood is too strong; won't it cause a zombie riot?"

"The building is tall enough that the zombies can't get up there. Just leave it there for now, and we'll make the most of it when the military notifies us," Qi Zhimu said indifferently.

"Understood."

The disordered protagonist immediately understood the meaning of making the most of everything, and showed no sympathy whatsoever.

Just as they were about to clean up the mess around them, Qi Zhimu closed his eyes and collapsed to the side.

Black Tower's attention had been on him the whole time. Upon seeing this, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly helped him up.

Confirming that he had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss, she felt slightly relieved, but large tears still rolled down her cheeks.

Her beloved brother faced death without flinching, shielding her from all deadly attacks.

How can your heart not tremble for someone who would give their life for you?

"Brother Mu..."

"Sigh, I believe he can hold on. Your brother is a tough guy, you can't deny it." The disordered protagonist's admiration was genuine.

In his words, "Dude, this isn't just awesome, it's downright incredible."

A real man.

The girl wiped her eyes, fetched water, soaked a towel, and used it to wipe away the remaining dirt from his face.

Black Tower, who didn't belong to this timeline, also wiped his eyes and kept choking back the same words.

"How could this happen..."

Not long ago, she had a very real experience.

The all-powerful magician handles the crisis in Grizzly City with ease.

He nipped the enemy's tricks in the bud from the very beginning, manipulated Isabella at will, and no zombie could do anything to him.

And now, the experience of witnessing it firsthand from a third-person perspective is just as real.

Qi Zhimu, who does not possess magic and has only embarked on a path of abundant destiny, does not have that much power.

Every time I protect her in a crisis, I end up with serious injuries.

Faced with an endless horde of zombies, there was no way to wipe out a large number of them with a mere flick of the wrist.

The power that his abundant destiny brought him did not seem to include destructive power.

Which one is the real one?

Hei Ta's hand trembled as he reached out to touch Qi Zhimu's furrowed brow, but he couldn't reach anything.

She doesn't belong to this timeline. If parallel worlds exist, she might not even belong to this world.

Qi Zhimu in this world faces many hardships and much suffering.