Chapter 330 Why Do Humans Cry?
As it grew dark, he and the humans returned to the cabin.
The attackers during the day made the forest violent. There were too many children agitated by the smell of blood, and their roars could be heard even from deep in the forest.
He was a little worried that the children would remember the human's existence, and wanted to throw the human out of the forest as soon as possible, but when he saw that the human was already lying on the bed, he silently suppressed this idea.
The human crawled under the blanket, lying on the inside of the bed, and complained to him, "I'm really tired today. I thought I could take a break when I came to your place, but I didn't expect that I still have to fight."
The human didn't even read a book or eat dinner, he just fell asleep.
He stood beside the bed, staring quietly at the human's profile.
This human was very beautiful, and he could look at him like this all night long without getting bored at all.
If this human can always stay with him in the future...
He stared at the human's slender neck, and it took all his strength to tear his eyes away from the pulsating carotid artery.
This idea was too dangerous. He didn't want this human to turn into a cold, high-level zombie.
The fighting during the day consumed a lot of his energy, so he needed to eat and make up for the loss through external substances.
The children would never come near here without his call, so he went out to find food with peace of mind.
His food can be zombies, zombie beasts, or ordinary animals. As long as it is blood or meat, as well as the corpse crystals that everyone is fighting for, they can all be used as food to replenish the body's elements.
After he had found food, he thought of the humans who had nothing to eat.
That human would not like the flesh and blood of zombies, but there are fish in the forest, and after roasting them, the human might like them.
For some unknown reason, he went to the river and caught two more fish, and carried them towards the cabin in a funny way.
From a distance, he heard a commotion coming from the cabin. At the same time, lightning shot up into the sky, and the crackling light enveloped the area near the cabin.
He immediately quickened his pace and rushed towards the cabin.
In addition to zombies and zombie beasts in the forest, there is another kind of existence that he hates.
Outside the wooden house, humans were surrounded by leeches, and lightning destroyed batch after batch of mutated leeches.
Some of those leeches were infected with the virus and became a tidal wave of leeches with not very powerful superpowers, but they moved in large groups and densely packed situations.
Humans are surrounded by countless leeches. The mutated leeches have swelled to the size of footballs, and some are even larger than lions and black bears. They can spit out concentrated acid or corrosive liquids that can corrode wooden houses.
The humans fought back with all their might, and Lei Ren burned all the mutant leeches that flew over to him.
During the fierce battle, a larger leech crawled out from the wet puddle. After wriggling for a few times, its mouth full of sharp teeth opened and a human head slowly emerged.
The human frowned and fired a lightning strike with his backhand, but it was offset by the barrier formed by countless leeches.
"There are humans in this kind of place. Are you really not afraid of death?" the human head asked hoarsely, while instructing more leeches to attack.
Humans responded calmly, "If I dare to come, I will not be afraid of death."
"Then I'll take both your corpse crystal and your body!"
The human sighed and only used lightning abilities to attack, unable to use his newly awakened wood abilities skillfully.
The mutants of leeches are the most difficult to deal with. They are not as obedient as zombies. Not only do they have independent consciousness, but they are also very disgusting.
The mutant let out two strange noises at the human, and a green-yellow suspension kept dripping from his head.
When he arrived, humans were able to handle the situation with ease, and remained calm and composed in the face of attacks from leech mutants.
However, when the human's gaze penetrated the thin rain curtain and looked at him from afar, somehow, the human suddenly stopped and just smiled gently, staring at him quietly.
The leech mutants spat out corrosive concentrated acid. The humans did not dodge or give way, nor did they offer any resistance, and were splashed on the shoulders by the concentrated acid.
With a hiss, the human's shoulder was instantly torn apart.
His pupils also contracted rapidly in an instant, and the world lost its existence in his eyes. He could only see the injured human.
The humans were powerless to fall, and all the leeches swarmed away.
Nothing in the forest could defeat him, not even mutants.
Everything around him was cleared in an instant, and he picked up the human and put him on the bed.
The concentrated acid corroded the human's clothes, and the remaining pieces of cloth stuck to the human's burned flesh, clinging tightly to the blood and blood.
The human's face turned pale with pain. He stubbornly took out the saber from his backpack and cut off the rotten flesh.
Psychics heal very quickly, so as long as the wound is treated properly, there won't be any major problems.
He stood there at a loss, not knowing how to help.
It took the human at least half an hour to treat the wound, during which time he fainted due to the severe pain, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
The human bandaged the wound and looked up at him with a surprised expression.
"Why do you look like you're about to cry?" The human laughed instead, "This little injury is nothing. It will heal in two or three days."
He didn't know what expression he would have, but judging from human behavior, it was obviously not a calm one.
The human moved his shoulders and hissed in pain with his mouth wide open.
His heart curled up and his body involuntarily leaned over and blew gently on the human's wound.
Just like coaxing a child, blowing away the pain gently.
The human's originally calm expression suddenly collapsed, and it was as if a stone was thrown into his peaceful eyes, causing ripples.
"I don't feel any pain..."
The human raised his good arm and hooked it around his neck.
"I just wanted to see if you would still feel sorry for me, sorry..."
The human buried his face in the crook of his shoulder, his voice trembling.
He placed his palm on the human's back and felt the cold liquid flowing down the human's cheek and onto his skin.
He was confused and didn't understand why humans were crying.
However, he was at a loss as to what to do with such a fragile and soft human being.
He tried to push the human away, but the human had his neck tightly hooked. If he pushed too hard, he would hurt this person who was so tiny in his eyes.
He would not be seriously hurt if he were also corroded by concentrated acid, but this human would cry out in pain.
So pitiful.
He let the person crying in pain bury his head in his neck and waited quietly for the other person to finish crying.
Humans have a very low tolerance for crying. It took half an hour for the crying to gradually calm down, and finally the crying woman wiped her eyes embarrassedly.
"I'm a little out of control. I haven't cried like this in a long time." The human threw away the handkerchief and forced a smile at him. "It's almost dawn. Do you want to sleep together?"
With a numb face, he looked at the human's injured shoulder and thought, it's easy to touch.
"I feel insecure when you're not around." The human looked at his palm in disappointment and muttered, "Before I met you again, I always saw you in my dreams. Every time, you disappeared before I even got close to you."
The human curled up very fragilely, sitting on the bed, hugging his knees and burying his face between them.
"I dream about you every day. I want to ask you if you're in pain, hug you, and tell you I'm sorry."
The human trembled violently, tears streaming down his face, and asked sadly and fearfully, "Are you blaming me?"
It was his fault that he had done so much for him but he never responded with a friendly attitude. It was his fault that in the end, he was torn to pieces by the zombie beasts and died in extreme pain for him.
Even if he became the Zombie King, his life as a human had already been dedicated to him and was completely ended because of him.
If given a choice, who would be willing to become a soulless walking corpse, abandoning human emotions and lifestyle, unable to return to the base to take care of and protect their family?
(End of this chapter)
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