Zongman, can you be immortal with me for the rest of your life?

Take the guys that Kree has confirmed to exist as an example. Although those two are somewhat alien, at least they were born to human mothers, one is Yujiro Hanma and the other is Shizuo Heiwajima.

If they are considered the ceiling standard of human beings in this world, then the limit of human beings is that they can fall from a fifty-story building without any problem, spit blood when faced with a fist that can easily shatter the special steel of the American black Pentagon prison at the speed of a Shinkansen, use helicopters to exercise arm strength, punch through asphalt roads with their hands, and throw roadside vending machines like ping-pong balls.

Chris felt that he was probably not even at the level of Bandoli's Rikken Kotobuki, and that Chunchun could only stay in music anime.

Then, with all the strength he had accumulated from the music video, Kerry struck the opponent with a stick, causing blood and brains to splatter everywhere.

Then Kerry showed the undead's unique versatility in using weapons. In the narrow space, he turned the steel fork and pierced the heart of the old man whose brain had not yet recovered.

The old man, who had no time to react to the severe pain, looked at his chest in horror, his eyes wide as if he was about to vomit.

No! It shouldn't be like this. Aren't we here to hunt him? Aren't we here to take revenge?

He worked hard for the Yamada family for 10 years and even asked his son and himself to continue working for the Yamada family... He made a golden statue and obtained this body that can make him immortal as long as he goes to the Dharma Assembly regularly to eat a meal.

I am not an old man from the countryside. I often learn to use the computer to read some scientific articles and buy some past magazines.

With a long life ahead of me, I should be able to see the future of human technology. I even dream that one day I might be able to go to space, or perhaps a hundred years from now, watch people point out in their textbooks that the past XX era was ancient and no longer modern. I want to watch people move towards the future, to see them discard the current system as a thing of the past...

The last fantasy of life flashed in my mind, but the reality was bloody and cruel.

Kerry pulled the steel fork out of his chest, kicked the old ghost away, and looked at the group of people behind him with a grim smile who were stunned because their leader was killed.

At this time, Kazuma had already come out with shaking legs. He had just gone to look for a weapon, and now he was holding a single-edged knife for cutting watermelon in his hand.

He just seemed a little scared, but that was understandable since Kazuma had never killed any life larger than 3cm, and he had died before Kerry dealt with Hayato.

Even if I was extremely angry before, I would just run around in anger.

Watching Kerry kill one person directly and decisively, kicking the body into the sea of fire, and smelling the familiar smell of burnt human fat in the air, Kazuma clenched the knife with shaking hands.

"Just think of these things as zombies. They eat people, and you have to pierce their hearts to kill them."

Noticing the arrival of his teammates, Kerry gave some instructions on combat precautions and attacked without hesitation.

Kazuma's eyes moved around in panic for a moment, but the next moment he opened his mouth and rushed forward roaring.

"Okay! Aaaaaaah!"

"It's so noisy!" Kerry cursed Kazuma in annoyance while using a steel fork to push away the iron rod that the other party was pushing towards him.

But at this time, Kazuma had already chopped down another villager without caring about anything.

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Chapter 24: Just like that, Xiao Jidao’s life was ruined

Blood splattered everywhere, and Kazuma felt pain in his body. People can never get used to pain.

But he still struggled to chop the person opposite with the knife in his hand.

Although Kerry had reminded him that he needed to attack the heart, when he actually did so, his mind was filled with the feeling of his hand chopping at the humanoid for the first time.

Friends who often kill people know that unless their brains are filled with anger, the most important thing about killing someone for the first time is to be able to curb their inner resistance and pick up a weapon to attack the thing in front of them that seems completely impossible to deal with.

Killing is actually a very simple thing. When the other party is not on guard, a six-year-old child with a knife can easily kill an adult. All it takes is the courage to stab.

You don't even need weapons. If it's a life-and-death fight, if two adults fight with all their might, it won't take more than 10 minutes for one of them to be killed.

White particles floated out, and Kazuma completed his growth with trembling hands.

There was no time to play humorous growth segments with Kazuma, and Chris never had this problem from beginning to end.

What? Can't do anything to people?

Then why don't I just treat them all as animals?!

Facing those who rushed towards him, Kerry thrust the steel fork back and forth to force them back or stab them.

Even if you don't die, not everyone has the courage to use their body to withstand the penetration of that thing.

In addition to the narrow space, the villagers who rushed into the house actually felt that they were helpless against Kerry for a moment, and they all crowded at the entrance of the house. Moreover, as the fire burned, the smoke content in the house became higher and higher. Even the zombies felt very uncomfortable in such an environment.

However, just because they can't do anything to Kerry doesn't mean Kerry will stand here and maintain a stalemate with them.

Kerry went to great lengths to track him down all the way from Tokyo, not to put himself in danger or to travel.

His original plan was to draw the attention of the Metropolitan Police Department here with him and let the law judge these things.

And now, he is here to send these dogs that the law cannot control to hell.

Even if there is a chance, he will not let go of those who are supposed to uphold the law.

Since they didn't come, Kerry attacked them instead.

Kerry raised the steel fork and stepped forward with his legs.

Seeing Kerry, he dared to move forward.

At the same time, they stabbed forward with the steel fork in their hands, but the expected counterattack did not occur. They found that Kerry jumped over the corpse on the ground and killed them. These guys who had only raised their weapons and swung them symbolically began to retreat.

This retreat made Kerry feel particularly strange.

If an ordinary person's relative died at his hands, he would definitely fight for his life.

No matter whether they are good people or bad people, people always have their bottom line that cannot be touched no matter what. It should be the case that corpse ghosts retain all of a person's original memories and consciousness.

It's just that things are sometimes complicated. These villagers who became zombies had actually made a choice in their hearts at a certain moment. After all, the meaning of body shaping is immortality and freedom from common illnesses, and most families in this village only have one quota.

Maybe they themselves have never realized what kind of choices they went through in their hearts when they chose to shape their bodies, but that's how people are. It's not so difficult to give up something you have given up once.

The same is true for people. If they are office workers who are under high pressure and full of resentment every day, they will definitely explode at the slightest provocation. After all, life will only be a few decades shorter and life will be meaningless. However, when they think that they should live for 1,800 years, or even to the end of the world and be very rich, that kind of courage disappears from them.

Just like that, a strange scene appeared. After Kerry killed a zombie and Kazuma killed one despite being seriously injured, these creatures that were originally filled with righteous indignation began to run away.

Even when running, you could hear them cursing at people with the extremely limited Japanese swear words when they were away from the Internet, such as "kuzu! (trash)", "kasu! (scum)", "baka!", and some of them would shake their weapons and make meaningless weird roars and screams for no reason.

But as Kerry moved forward, they kept retreating with the sound of chaotic footsteps, and finally even left the house.

Kerry was so angry at these idiots that he laughed.

Where's the kamikaze? Where's the sakura spirit? Aren't you Japanese? Save us with the bushido spirit!

This is an irreconcilable feud, and with just one fight, you've turned from vicious village scoundrels into softies, right?

This isn't the Undead Settlement, the Crucifixion Forest, or Yharnam, but a bakery, right?

A crowd of people were gathered outside the burning house. At this time, the villagers who lived closer were gathered here. A few of them were still trying to get water and capture the Goto family, while more were dealing with the group of injured people who were killed by Kerry's car before.

I thought I had finally caught that hateful guy.

If it was just sucked once, the other party would not be transformed into a zombie so quickly. With the help of the villagers, Jingxin quickly sucked a mouthful of blood and regained his human form. He was supported and stood in the front. As soon as he saw these people, he asked about the situation.

"How about it?"

As a result, several of the candidates were a bit hesitant.

"Old Qingshui and the second son of the Zohe family are dead."

Hearing the other party's words, Jingxin frowned. He had felt something was wrong since before. He felt that that Shimura Danzo was a werewolf.

So he waved his hand.

"Xichuan, come here, the rest of you. That guy might have a golden body."

A few people behind understood and came forward.

They are different from these villagers. They are not zombies, but young people in the village who are responsible for transporting goods.

Now is not the time to investigate who in the village violated the rules and cannibalized people and the incompetence of this group.

Jingxin looked at the sky. After a night of tossing and turning, it was almost two o'clock. Werewolves were not afraid of sunlight, but corpses were. In spring, the sun sometimes came out at four o'clock.

Apart from the zombies, these ordinary villagers could not stop a werewolf during the day.

Jingxin himself was not an expert in combat, nor did he have the confidence to stop the crazy guy after losing his numerical advantage.

The battle must now be ended quickly.

The young men dressed in gangster style took out a pistol and handed it to Jingxin. They were the ones who shot at the truck before. They couldn't get a rifle even with their current scale.

"Just bear with it, just follow me in and find him. Don't hold back."

After receiving replies from several people, Jingxin nodded and took the lead into the hole created by the vehicle.

He would personally ensure that the other party could not get close, and then let these people shoot and kill the guy directly.

The werewolf mutation is extremely rare, and if it weren't for this reason he wouldn't have been alive until today.

Even if you include him in the entire village and the other beneficiaries, there are only two of them.

But no matter how rare it is, Jingxin must give an explanation to the richest man Yamada for today's losses and the incident. It is even more impossible to let Kerry make a big fuss and then run away.

Even if Yamada had listened to him and restrained himself, this wouldn't have happened. He still had to suppress his impatience and do this, which made Jingxin a little annoyed.

Even if the werewolf took the bullet, it would not be able to recover instantly. Jingxin opened the safety, raised the pistol and began to look around, his face showing the same cold expression as always.

"It's time for this evening's farce to end."

In this way, the lives of the little jido were ruined by Jingxin.

Chapter 25: Not a Shiki

I saw several younger villagers holding guns and Jingxin entering the burning house together.

Outside, the gathered villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

Then gunshots were heard inside.

"Finally..." The villagers gritted their teeth.

This was really an unexpected disaster for them. Everything was fine in the village and everyone was making money together. Although the village seemed ordinary, the actual income of each household was very considerable.

As long as you save for a few years, it will be enough to go out and have a good time. Young people in the village don’t have to go to the city to find a partner. They can just buy one from outside. The only difference is that women’s partners are generally a little more expensive.

As a result, everything was almost ruined. That mysterious guy came to the village for some reason and started wreaking havoc.

But fortunately it's over. There's nothing to worry about in front of guns.

At this moment, Jingxin, who was still getting used to the lingering sound of the huge noise in his ears, had the same thought in the house.

"boom!"

At this moment, in front of his gun, Kerry, who was shot in the body, was holding the steel fork tightly to prevent himself from falling to the ground.

Without any hesitation, Jingxin and the people around him pulled the trigger again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A dull gunshot was heard.

Blood spurted out of the human body, and the two people in front of him fell to the ground.

Jingxin saw that a bullet had just hit his heart and put his hand down.

Jingxin felt a little surprised. He clearly didn't see the other person in the car just now. But it didn't matter. Now that both of them had been shot in the heart, there was nothing to say.

Raising one hand to his chest, Jingxin spoke.

"Donor, I know you can still hear what I say.

It's rare that the donor has such a deep connection with Buddhism that he made a golden statue, but why did you do such a thing?

You could have joined us. We are the same kind as you and will not harm you. Even if the donor does not trust us, you can leave. It is obvious that with your skills, it is impossible for the people in the village to catch up with you.

But you killed people everywhere, leading to this result."

Of course, Jingxin didn't say this because he really felt sorry or anything. It was more like he was talking to the people around him or to himself.

Unlike Jingxin's pretentiousness, the young people around him who have contact with the Yakuza are much more direct.

"Master Jingxin, there's no need to waste time talking to this kind of person!

"Little ghost, since the master said you can still hear, then listen carefully! You still have families, right? We are still reasonable people and generally won't attack other people's families, but since you killed so many people in our village, just let them wait!"

As they spoke, several young men walked forward. The one who spoke stepped on the crotch of Sato Kazuma's corpse, feeling the splashing sensation under his feet.

"We will crush your loved ones bit by bit like this. We will torture the men once a day and watch them writhe in pain. We will sell the women to those black people in Africa who all have AIDS! We will also record everything and post it online.