Chapter 182 Invincible Doomsday (34)
The man was stunned for a few seconds, and without waiting for his reaction, Zhou Ye immediately stepped forward to help him.
Just wearing a tattered gray shirt and a pair of black trousers, the tyrant didn't struggle and let Zhou Ye do whatever he wanted.
The material of this shirt is very good, but because it has been worn for too long, the threads are now torn and the sleeves have been torn off entirely. The pants are fine, nothing wrong with them.
Zhou Ye is not a meticulous person, so she tore the tyrant's tattered clothes directly. Using the light of the incandescent lamp, she saw a hole as big as a fist on the man's chest, facing the heart, with a layer of gray-white diaphragm wrapped around it. Outside, the heart beating slightly inside was a strange red color.
The blood flowing out of the living corpse is white, and there is a solid white liquid around the heart, and the back and lower abdomen are densely packed with bullet holes.
Some have healed, and some are new wounds.
However, these wounds are not a big problem for the tyrant. The main culprit that caused him to be so weak now is probably the injury to his heart.
"This is a human base. How did a living corpse get in?"
Aowu asked curiously, why does Zhou Ye care about this? She stretched out a finger, and then cool liquid flowed from her fingertips, washing away the coagulated blood around the wound.
Zhou Ye is not a doctor. She doesn't know how to treat wounds or bandage them.
After all, she has never had any experience in bandaging, and she was often injured a long time ago, but she never cared about her wounds, because she was immortal, and no matter how serious the wounds were, they would eventually heal.
The Living Corpse King's self-healing ability should be very strong. After all, his chest was beaten like this. There is no reason why his heart would not be injured. It must have healed slowly while hiding here.
So Zhou Ye just rinsed him off and stopped taking care of him.
The tyrant didn't speak a word from beginning to end. Although the living corpse couldn't speak, it was not mute.
He was extremely quiet. He sat upright, with his legs crossed and straight. The muscles in his lower abdomen were a bit exaggerated, with strong knots and distinct lumps. He could see smoothly from his face to his lower abdomen at once, ignoring those things on his body. In terms of wounds, the man in front of him is simply a work of art in the apocalypse. His skin is pale and his face is delicate. Every muscle in his body has smooth lines and contains powerful power. But even so, it doesn't feel exaggerated.
The man's body is perfect, as if it has been carefully carved by God's hand, and it is pleasing to the eye.
Zhou Ye stared at it naturally and generously, then stretched out a finger and poked the tyrant's abdomen.
"Not bad."
The core strength is very strong, no wonder he can jump so fast quietly.
The current tyrant looks very weak, even sitting like this is a bit shaky.
It was obvious that the guy had suffered a bit after leaving quietly.
Why the Living Corpse King would go to a human base to heal his wounds is hard to fathom, but humans must have never imagined that the Living Corpse King, who scared them to death in their dreams, is now living with them. piece.
Zhou Ye took back his hand and looked around.
A blanket and quilt, nothing else.
After thinking about it, she generously took out a piece of bread from her pocket and handed it to the tyrant.
"Eat."
As he said that, he opened another one and took half of it in one bite.
(End of chapter)