Chapter 347 Apprenticeship with Pluto (26)
In the dim apartment, a huge display screen flickered with dim light.
The man was sitting on the carpet, his thin back leaning against the sofa cushions, his long legs lazily bent, and a first aid kit on his legs.
The room was quiet except for the sound coming from the TV.
Zhu Zhijun pinched his wrist and watched as his palm gradually turned purple due to lack of blood.
It wasn't until the hand became numb that he let go, grabbed another scalpel, pointed the sharp blade at his wrist, and cut off his hand without mercy.
In an instant, bright red blood rushed out from his wrist, staining the man's pure white clothes. Finally, it dripped on the carpet, hidden between the thick blankets, and turned into red dots, like red dots on the branches. Red plum.
As the blood flowed by, the man's already cold-white face became paler, his lips gradually lost color, his long eyelashes trembled, and his pupils slowly dilated.
Zhu Zhijun lowered his eyes and put his wrist into the basin of warm water prepared in advance.
As a result, the blood that was about to solidify began to spread wantonly in the basin again.
Outside the heavy curtains, it was evening, the autumn wind was picking up, and the weather was already extremely cold.
When the three-headed hellhound came to this apartment with Zhou Ye looking for the smell of living souls, Zhu Zhijun was already unconscious, and the water in the basin next to him had turned into a pool of blood red.
Aowu was stunned when he saw this scene.
What's going on?
Just commit 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 was almost transparent, and a pure white soul had emerged from his chest.
It doesn't take long for her to get a living soul.
The doctor's merit is almost worth five ordinary souls.
If it were anyone else, Zhou Ye would definitely squat down and wait patiently for him to cool off.
But now looking at the dying man in front of him, Zhou Ye just frowned slightly, then squatted down, stretched out a slender white hand, and patted the group of living souls that were about to emerge. The living soul immediately crawled back into the man's body like a snail's tentacles in the blink of an eye.
Aowu watched quietly, looking at the expression on Zhou Ye's face.
It was very dull, and there was silence in his eyes.
After patting his soul back in place, Zhou Ye stood up, kicked the dog's butt, and turned around to leave.
Just as he lifted his feet, a weak voice suddenly came from behind him.
Zhu Zhijun had already opened his eyes, stared motionlessly at the almost transparent shadow, and shouted.
"It's you, can you stop for a moment and listen to what I have to say?"
Zhou Ye stopped and turned around, his body appeared.
She lowered her eyes, looked at the man leaning next to the sofa, and said.
"How can you see me?"
Zhu Zhijun blinked his eyes and then shook his head.
"I can't see anything else, I can only see you."
Can only see her?
Zhou Ye pursed his lips in displeasure.
Is it because she can't master Kung Fu? It can also be seen by individuals.
Zhu Zhijun seemed to read the girl's emotions from her expression, and then he opened the first aid kit and began to treat his wounds.
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, he settled for what he had come, and Zhou Ye sat directly on the sofa, crossing his legs and looking down at the man in front of him who was sewing stitches with one hand.
(End of chapter)