As Chen Shouyi walked, he coughed gently from time to time, and blood foam continued to overflow from his mouth and nose.

He reached out to wipe it, his hands were covered with blood, and there were some broken pieces of lungs mixed in the blood.

The injury this time was even more serious than the previous two days ago. At most, the wound was infected with toxins and could not heal, resulting in excessive bleeding. It was also a skin trauma, but this time the lungs were seriously damaged and a big hole was opened.

He glanced at it and tried to gather the surrounding muscles, but he was still bleeding from the wound like a small mouth, and reached out to cover it with force.

This supersonic sword is not that easy to bear. Just like a bullet breaks through a steel plate, the holes pierced by the steel plate are often several times the cross-sectional area of ​​the bullet. Before closing the wound, his wound is enough to penetrate a little girl's fist. And this is not the most harmful. The biggest one is the air bubble effect formed inside the human body under supersonic speed.

Although he couldn't see his back, he could know that the wound on his back was definitely much bigger than his chest without thinking.

If he hadn't been practicing the thirty-six horizontal practices, the ** would have become strong enough to reduce the damage several times, he would probably have been unable to stand now.

His feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he moved forward shakingly. He didn't pay attention and tripped down his feet and fell to the ground.

He supported his hands and tried to get up. His movements pulled the wound and felt a piercing pain.

He squirted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Oh shit!"

An evil fire broke out in my heart, and my palm slapped on the ground.

With a "pop", the cement floor cracked.

He coughed a few times, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, slowed down, stood up again and continued to move forward.

The wound gradually began to heal, and the speed became faster and faster. The strong itch made him feel that countless ants were gnawing and crawling. He noticed that the hunger that had already subsided was coming again.

Moreover, this time the hunger was more intense than before, just like a volcanic eruption.

When he walked back onto the road, his stomach was already burning and the sour water kept pouring upwards.

Hungry, extremely hungry.

This is an unbearable hunger.

Chen Shouyi suspected that if he did not eat again, the body would eat by itself in order to heal the wound and repair the lungs.

"Must find something to eat!"

He regretted it a little that he did not carefully examine the barbarian's body, and perhaps he could find some jerky meat.

His eyes were glowing green, and he looked around.

A battle bird that was still struggling with an arrow shot from a battle bird not far away made waves of wailing. Chen Shouyi subconsciously swallowed, held his heavy legs and staggered towards the battle bird, and blood spilled all over the ground.

However, I only took a few steps.

He was surrounded by people, the group of people who had been following him.

"Damn it!"

He endured his hunger, stopped and glanced at everyone coldly.

There were men, women, young people, and old people in the crowd. There were all kinds of weapons in their hands, and some even came over with just a brick.

These people obviously saw that he was injured and took the courage to come out.

However, they obviously don't know that even if the injured tiger is still a tiger, it is far from a rabbit that can compete with.

"He is no longer able to do it. It is the existence of such a person that allows us to bear the strange gaze of the priest in another world, proving that our faith is pious." The middle-aged man who spoke with a pistol and looked gentle, under Chen Shouyi's cold gaze, his forehead was sweating, his throat twitched, and he said calmly:

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

A group of people were motivated by the middle-aged people, and rushed up quickly with excitement.

Faced with such a religious madman, Chen Shouyi was completely numb and could no longer feel angry.

"Bang!" A wooden stick hit his head heavily and broke it directly.

Chen Shouyi waved his hand, and the long sword passed through the other party's abdomen, cutting it directly into the waist, and screamed in despair.

A young man held a dagger and stabbed him heavily in the abdomen, but the tip of the knife was blocked by the skin. Except for a red dot, there was no effect. The young man showed a hint of surprise on his face and quickly retreated and fled.

But it was too late. A big hand like an iron plier grabbed his neck. His hand moved slightly, and with a "click", his neck bent strangely.

An old man was holding a kitchen knife, his eyes were red, and he was panting and preparing to come over. Chen Shouyi kicked him in the chest. His bones exploded, and his chest collapsed. He fell heavily to the ground, and he no longer had a sound.

...

In just over ten seconds, the body had already lie all over the ground, leaving only the middle-aged man who had just been motivated, and was standing not far away with a gun.

The unrestrained movements affected the wound, causing the wound that had begun to heal torn again. Chen Shouyi spit out a mouthful of blood and walked towards the middle-aged man step by step with difficulty:

"You're the only one left."

"You monster, go and die!" The middle-aged man looked scared and pulled the trigger frantically, while retreating.

"Bang bang bang..."

Chen Shouyi was too lazy to hide, so he just covered his eyes with his hands and let the bullets hit him. Then he was bounced away by his skin and muscles. There was only one bullet, and he was hit on the wound on his abdomen with bad luck and embedded it.

"Wipe!"

A pistol sounded.

Chen Shouyi reached out to explore the wound, plucked the deformed bullet out of it, threw it on the ground, making a jingle sound.

The middle-aged man who had exhausted all the bullets, saw this scene, his pistol fell to the ground, his emotions completely collapsed, and he said in a trembling voice: "This...this is impossible."

He quickly prepared to run away.

However, just as he turned around, his chest hurt and he lowered his head in despair. A black sword tip pierced his chest. A large amount of blood slowly drifted down the tip of the sword. He continued to walk forward a few steps, his body softened, and he fell to the ground.

Chen Shouyi walked forward and gently pulled out the sword inserted into the corpse.

He felt even hungry.

...

Zhanqin noticed Chen Shouyi approaching and began to struggle violently, with his wings fluttering desperately, causing gusts of wind.

Only when you reach this battle bird can you feel its size and incredibleness. Your wings spread out and almost cover the entire highway. Only the Wind God Wingshound of the Cretaceous Era can be compared with this creature.

The black wings were shining with a cold metallic light, and the two old tree bark were covered with layers of scales. The sharp nails on them were like curved daggers, and the mouth was covered with serrated bird beaks.

This battle bird is obviously not a good species, but a terrible ferocious bird.

As it struggled violently, blood splattered on a small bowl-sized wound on its abdomen, and a large pool of blood had accumulated under its body. Such a wound was fatal even with its size.

However, its vigorous vitality obviously made it unable to die for a while.

Chen Shouyi stood more than twenty meters away, hesitating and afraid to approach.

If he was in his prime, facing an injured ferocious bird, he would naturally rush up without hesitation, but at this time he would not even stand firmly when walking. He would have no strength left. If he was not careful, he might even capsize in the gutter.

"Why don't you wait? Maybe in a few minutes, it will die." Chen Shouyi looked at the tossing and powerful battle bird in his eyes, and said in his heart.

But after waiting for half a minute, Chen Shouyi gave up.

Too hungry!

Wait for a few more minutes and he didn't know whether Zhanqin would die! But he knew that by then, he would fall down.

The healing speed of wounds has begun to slow down, and at the same time, the body is getting weaker and weaker.

"Can't drag it on!"

He gritted his teeth, dragged the sword in his hand, and his body was shaking by the strong wind, and walked towards the battle bird step by step.

"Little Guy, don't be afraid, calm down, I won't hurt you!" Chen Shouyi narrowed his eyes and murmured to himself.

The battle bird immediately struggled more and more intensely. It obviously recognized that Chen Shouyi was the murderer who hurt it.

It made a sharp cry, and Chen Shouyi's heart tightened and his eardrum bulged. As its wings fluttered, countless gravels splashed around like bullets, flying sand and stones.

However, this violent struggle also accelerates its weakness and death. Compared with half a minute ago, it is no longer as good as before, and only the dying struggle is left.

Chen Shouyi felt a little nervous, and withstood the strong wind, endured the severe pain of the wound, raised all his strength, took a few quick steps, barely sideways to avoid the opponent's weak pecking. The next moment, he held the sword in both hands, and his neck was covered with blue veins. He roared, aimed at the opponent's slender neck, and waved it violently.

Zhanqin's head and neck were cut off with a sharp blade, and blood squirted all over his head and face.

Chen Shouyi's feet softened and he sat on the ground. Venus appeared in front of him. After a while, he recovered. He looked at a large pool of blood on the ground. He couldn't wait to lower his head and thirst a few times.

It also swallowed it into the belly with scorching blood, and soon turned into a warmth, and became even more hungry.

He swallowed a few gravels, stood up swayingly, and looked at the headless corpse in front of him who was still twitching with blood. His eyes were green and he quickly rushed over and hugged the bird's neck.

Although the neck of this ferocious bird is slender, it is relatively in fact the thickness of an adult's thigh. He found the location of his artery, put it on, swallowed the blood into his stomach with a big mouthful of mouth.

The strong fishy smell of blood from birds in another world was pungent and disgusting, but Chen Shouyi was at a loss at this moment.

When people are truly hungry, blood is nothing? Even the bark and soil can be eaten without hesitation.

He drank a few big mouthfuls of blood and waited his strength to recover slightly.

He began to bite the flesh and blood.

After all, blood is not hungry. If you eat it in the stomach, it will disappear in a blink of an eye. It is far less resistant to hunger than meat.

The feathers on the bird's neck were pulled and grabbed by him, and he bit off one piece, but he didn't chew it, and swallowed it with the flesh.
To be continued...