Doomsday Manor Owner

Zhuang Lun's fingers suddenly stopped. Although the feeling of hunger continued to hit his mind, he still resisted the strong impulse.

His hands were stirred together, and the force he used to snatch his fingers even, but even the pain of his fingers could not distract him.

People who have not had such experiences will never understand how great torture it is to be starved to death?

This is not the kind of feeling of being busy with work, eating one or two less meals, nor is it to drink vegetable juice all day to lose weight, but the real feeling of being on the verge of death due to hunger.

Those who think hunger is not torture are like running ten meters alone, and they dare to say that running is not torture, and marathons will be easy.

During those famine periods in history, there was even a phenomenon of changing children and eating them, and the pain of hunger could be eliminated.

Survival is an instinct engraved in your bones. You can despise it, but you cannot ignore it.

The reason why Zhuang Lun can still hold on now is because he is constantly reminding himself that he is a level 5 warrior and cannot starve to death. This feeling of hunger is just a false illusion.

A burning heat appeared from the stomach and spread throughout the body. Zhuang Lun's body was trembling constantly, his muscles were twitching, and his bone marrow seemed to be being pulled out.

"ah--"

Zhuang Lun kept screaming from his mouth, his fingernails were inserted into his thighs, blood flowed out, teeth biting their lips tightly, and blood continued to seep out along the corners of his mouth.

He wanted to use these pains to distract himself, but these pains were instantly submerged in the face of a strong wave of hunger and pain.

"You can't starve now. As long as you firmly believe in this, you will definitely be able to withstand the pain of hunger."

Shui Xin's voice sounded in Zhuang Lun's mind. Her tone was very cold, but her words made Zhuang Lun's consciousness clearer.

Zhuang Lun kept making pains after pain, and these sounds came out of his tent and spread throughout the square in front of the mountain gate.

"What's going on? Whose screams? Why is it so miserable?"

"It seems to be coming from Zhuang Lun's tent. Could it be that Zhuang Lun is torturing someone?"

"I haven't seen anyone enter his tent! But if I listen carefully, I feel that the sound is a bit like Zhuang Lun's."

"Stop kidding. Zhuang Lun is so strong. Who can catch him and torture him so miserably."

"Not to say it, after hearing what he said, I will listen again. I also feel that the voice is like Zhuang Lun's!"

"Go and take a look, go and take a look!"

The city lords around them, whether they wanted to know what happened or took advantage of the danger, surrounded Zhuang Lun's tent.

Standing at the door of the tent, listening to the screams coming from the tent and the powerful mutants surrounding him, Yuan He felt sweat all over his body.

"So something happened to Zhuang Lun? Don't you guys go in and take a look? Are you so relieved?"

A young city lord in a black short shirt walked out of the crowd, stepped forward a few steps, approached a few plant warriors, and asked with concern.

The piercing plant warrior just stood there quietly. He ignored the words of the city lord. If they could help, they would have gone in long ago.

This group of mutants wanted to take advantage of the plant warriors' entry and they followed them to see what was going on inside, but when they saw the plant warriors' reaction, they knew that this idea had failed.

"Since you don't go in, let's go in and take a look. Maybe we can help Zhuanglu!" The young city lord in a black short shirt was about to walk into the tent while talking.

"Clang!"

The spears in the hands of the two piercing plant warriors were directly placed together, blocking the young man's way. At the same time, their eyes were cold, as if they were about to take action at any time.

"You don't go in and check the situation yourself, and you won't let us in. Could it be that Brother Zhuang Lun screamed like this? Is it because you were hurt?"

The plant warriors guarding the tent door of the tent were just looking at these people with a cold expression, closed their mouths and said nothing.

"For the safety of Brother Zhuang Lun, I can only break into this tent today!"

As the words came to the ground, a figure jumped out from the city lords and rushed into the tent.

A piercing plant warrior shook his spear and met the figure. The spear in his hand looked like a sea-covered dragon, wrapping up a strong wind, forcing the figure backwards repeatedly.

"Seeing that you are so guilty, I want to see if you plan to murder Brother Zhuang Lun!"

"I am also very concerned about the safety of Brother Zhuang Lun."

"Go together, go together!"

Dozens of city lords shouted and rushed towards the tent, as if they were very familiar with Zhuang Lun and were friends of life and death.

If you can become a city lord, these mutants have the lowest level three strength. Most of them have ancient martial arts foundations, and some are spiritual thought masters.

Although there is only one doorway in the tent, there can be no other place in the tent to block these city lords.

There were only ten plant warriors, and they could not surround the tent, which gave the city lords a chance to break through.

The old men also came outside Zhuang Lun's tent at this time. When they saw the city lords pounce on Zhuang Lun's tent, the old man's face showed anxiety.

Now I don’t know what Zhuang Lun is like, so this group of people actually broke up rashly.

"Chief, do I want to go up and call them all back now?" The insolent man looked at the old man with a questioning face.

The old man shook his head gently, and he also understood in his heart that although these people temporarily respected him as the leader, he could not truly command these people.

Seeing that the dozens of city lords were about to break through the defense of the plant warriors and enter the tent.

The white-haired and cold-faced ice plant warrior snorted coldly, took a step forward, opened his hands, and an ice field appeared around him instantly.

All dozens of city lords were frozen in it. Although it only took ten seconds, this was enough for the piercing plant warriors.

The spears in the hands of the four piercing plant warriors shook, and millions of spear flowers were produced, stabbing the heads of dozens of people in the ice field.

The moment he saw the appearance of the ice field, the old man thought in his heart that he was not good. He originally wanted these people to suffer a loss so that he could honestly obey his arrangements.

But he did not expect that Zhuang Lun's men were so powerful that these dozens of city lords were about to die under the gun.

"No, keep someone under the gun!"

Apart from Zhuang Lun's orders, these plant warriors would not care about other people's words.

"Puff", "Puff", "Puff"...

Whenever the gun flower blooms, a city lord's head is poked. In just a short moment, dozens of powerful third-level warriors fell in front of Zhuang Lun's tent.

After these dozens of city lords died, the city lords behind them all empathized with each other and felt sad!

The originally tense atmosphere suddenly became murderous. The eyes of the city lords looking at the plant warriors were full of murderous intent and fear.

"boom"

Several flying knives passed by a white wave in the air and flew towards the tent. When everyone heard the sound, the flying knives had already arrived before the tent. The sharp sword wind looked like they were about to split the tent.

The suppressed plant warrior who had been calm and sat cross-legged at the door of the tent slowly opened his eyes. The flying knives that had been moving forward quickly stopped in the air in an instant.

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the flying knives shot back quickly along the trajectory of the coming.

A young man standing among the many city lords changed his face and wanted to regain control of the flying knife.

But then he found that there seemed to be a field around his body. As soon as his mental power is separated from the body, it will be affected by this field and cannot play a role at all.

"boom!"

Several flying knives instantly shot into the young man's body and collided in his body. With a loud bang, the young man's body was split into pieces.

The howling that had been coming from the tent gradually became smaller, until the end, the howling disappeared.