Chapter 943 Resurrection

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"Oh, my wounds are gone, there is nothing left!"
Garawa only felt that he was in a tingling sigh, and the wounded area healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was full of strength in a flash.
"Brother, you are fine, great, hey!"
Xima flew into the arms of Galava and cried.
"Xima, it's okay, it's okay, you are waiting for Lukeka and Surbi, and my brother is going to handle something."
Galava patted her sister's shoulders with a slap in the face, and the eyes flashed a glimpse of color.
"No, let us go!"
"We are wrong, we don't dare anymore."
"I beg you, spare us!"
......
The five whites were scared of the soul, and they endured the pain and pains.
Galava had a hesitant color on his face, but then he thought of what Ding Ning said, and his eyes flashed a bit of perseverance, dragging out five white men like a dead dog.
A moment later, Galava came back calmly, and Sima sighed in his arms with some fear. He said: "Brother, have you killed them?"
Lukeka and Surbi also looked at him with fear. Galava smiled and shook his head, caressing Shima’s long hair:
No, my brother is a soldier, how could it be murderous, but they have already I lost all of them, and I threw them out to let them die."
"Ok!"
Xima heard a sigh of relief and smiled happily.
There are twin stars in Luanka’s eyes, and he said: "Who is that Ding Ning? It’s amazing!"
"Yeah, how did he get rid of the guns?"
Surbi whispered a small mouth: "I don't believe it is so clever, all four guns are just bombed."
Galava's face is full of fanaticism, and devoutly kneels on the ground: "He is the messenger of the Lord to come to the world, to save us from these suffering people."
"How can the Lord's messenger be a Shenzhou?"
Lukeka said with some doubts.
"The messenger of the Lord is ever-changing. It doesn't matter which country is important. What matters is that the Lord has not abandoned us."
Sima eyes smashed into a crescent shape, and devoutly followed his brother to the ground.
"Cut, ignorant, if he is your host to save the messengers of the world, why not remove all the zombies?"
The lama, who has always been silent, can’t listen. The lama on the left can’t help but sarcasm, joking, and believe in the Lord in the Lama Temple. Isn’t that a face?
Galava looked at the lama and looked at him seriously. "Either you believe it or not, there is no zombie outside."
"What? Brother, are you telling the truth?"
Xima was surprised to ask, and the big eyes of Lukeka and Surbi Shui Lingling also sparked with joy.
"Of course, I don't have to tell lies. I deliberately threw the four villains far away, but I didn't see any zombies, so I think he is the messenger who sent the Lord to save us!"
Galava said vowedly, in exchange for the cheers of three girls.
Even the couple of old Tibetans were also happy, and they looked happy after a look: "Let's go out and see."
"Hey, who knows when those zombies will come back? It’s just that they are not here at this time."
The lama said very badly.
"Even if the zombies will come back, it is good to take this opportunity to find more food."
The Tibetan couple did not pay attention to the unhappy face of the lama, and said excitedly.
"Yeah, my brother, this time we are going to find food with you. People are more powerful. If we find more, we can wait until the rescue."
Xima and two of my classmates are excited. It is safe to stay here safely, but like a jail, now there is finally a chance to let the wind out, they can not be happy. "Ok!"
Galavaben worried that the zombies would just leave for the first time in the past two days. Maybe they would come back at any time, but they could look at my sister’s longing eyes. He couldn’t bear to refuse, and immediately nodded.
"Yay!"
The three girls were excited and hugged and jumped together, and finally went with the Tibetan couple to find food.
There are only two lamas in the hall guarding the little lama named Zhugu.
"Bassan, you said when Zhu Gu will wake up? Are we too eager?"
The lama on the left looked at Zhugu, who was still asleep, and asked worriedly.
"No way, Zhu Guben is the reincarnation of the living Buddha, and only he can withstand the power of the relic, as soon as possible to awaken the power, lead us through the disaster, recite, you don't worry."
Ba Sang sighed and comforted, but in fact, there is no bottom in my heart.
"hope so!"
I was worried and looked at Zhu Gu, but suddenly surprised: "Zhu Gu wants to wake up, I saw his eyelashes move."
"Really? Let me see!"
Pasang ecstatically went forward, and sure enough, Zhu Gu’s eyelashes were moving and seemed to be coming at any time. He suddenly cried:
Blessed Buddha, Living Buddha bless!

"puff!"
Pasang dared to open his eyes in disbelief. He looked down at the chest and a white bone claw penetrated his chest. The corner of his mouth overflowed with blood, and he lost consciousness in front of him.
"Bassan, what's wrong with you?"
The recitation has not yet reacted. It is strange how Pasang suddenly stopped snoring, but suddenly saw the pink lame-like little lama Zhu Gu’s eyes with colorful colors, only a heartache, a bone claw piercing His chest, his eyes gradually dimmed.
Zhu Gu slowly stood up and took a look at his neck. The two white bones turned into white and tender human arms in a blink of an eye. The eyes looked faintly outside the hall, and whispered softly: "I seem to smell the taste of the enemy, just My current strength has not fully recovered, only the Zombie Corps can be dispatched."
The bodies of Ba Sang and recited suddenly stood up, glaring at the gray eyes and kneeling in front of Zhu Gu.
"Go, lead the zombie corps and use every means to destroy the man!"
In the eyes of Zhu Gu, a colorful light flashed in the eyes of Ba Sang and Lang Lang.
After Ba Sang and Lange’s eyes were lost, the dead gray gradually faded and became a normal eye.
The two men bowed to the ground with respect and bowed to Zhu Gu, and stood up and walked out.
"My strength is still too weak. It is not safe here. I have to leave here and continue to search for relics to improve my strength."
Zhu Gu looked at the empty hall, whispered a whisper, the sudden twist of the limbs turned into eight spider-like long bones, walking and flying outward, disappeared in the blink of an eye.
On the hillside where the zombies are buried alive, Ba Sang and Lang Lang’s mouth sing the ancient language of the hustle and bustle.
There was a slight tremor on the ground, and a pale, bloodless hand broke open the ground and looked at it innumerable.
"Hey..."
The sound of dust falling is getting more and more urgent, faster and faster. Finally, the first gray-faced zombie drilled out of the ground, followed by the second, the third...
In addition to the zombies that had been smashed by the bandits, all the other zombies climbed out, like a large army that was reviewed and read into a square. They couldn’t see the head at a glance, and Pasang and the recital were dressed in red lama suits. Followed by the mighty zombie army and headed for the departure of Ding Ning!
Ding Ning knows nothing about this and is walking on the land of Sikkim!
"A beautiful mountain town!"
Looking at the beautiful Darjeeling in front of you, even if Ding Ning has seen too many scenery, he has to admit that this is the most beautiful mountain city he has ever seen. No wonder it will be used by the English people as a summer mountain city.
Darjeeling, with an average elevation of 2,134 meters, is located in the Galapahar Mountains in the Himalayas.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, the lush green hills and green tea gardens, like the beautiful mountain towns like the pens of the gods, outline a dreamlike picture.
However, this beautiful picture has been destroyed at the moment, there is no smoke, no lights, no hard-working tea farmers running back and forth, no tourists from all over the world, some are just walking around the street.
Even though Ding Ning doesn't like this ancient kingdom, watching the wandering zombies still can't help but give birth to compassion.
"Dust return to the dust and return to the earth, let's go with peace of mind!"
Ding Ning is like a who descends on the dust. He walks in this dead mountain town in front of him. He cracks openly in front of him and ruthlessly swallows the zombies who smelled fresh flesh and blood.
"Hey! Is there so many survivors?"
Ding Ning stunned and looked at a five-storey building surrounded by dense zombies.
This is a hospital. The hospital is full of zombies. In the basement of the hospital, there are hundreds of survivors of various skin colors. What surprised him most is that these survivors live in harmony and are relaxed. There is talk and laughter, and there is no worry about the dense zombie group outside.
Some people wearing white coats are busy experimenting, and occasionally send some people suspected of being infected with viruses to a room where Ding Ning knows nothing.
Is there a reincarnated soul boy here? This weird scene gave Ding Ning a strong curiosity, and started to sneak into the basement.
"Hey, buddy, come and help push the car down!"
When Ding Ning just entered the basement and was wondering how to get into the room where the gods could not penetrate, a man’s voice suddenly came behind him.
Turning around, I saw two men wearing white masks wearing masks shouting at a stretcher.
Ding Ning was a little surprised and pointed to his nose. "Are you calling me?"
"Yeah, buddy, this guy is too heavy, the wheel of the stretcher bed is a bit sick, two people are a little hard."
The man who just spoke up said with a smile and pointed to the fat man wearing a Scorpio uniform on the stretcher.
Ding Ning couldn't help but laugh. It's no wonder that these two guys are looking for help. The virus-infected person on the stretcher is too fat. At least three hundred pounds of visual inspection is just like a meat mountain.
"no problem!"
Ding Ning’s heart secretly hid it, and it’s just that she is going to doze off. Someone is sending a pillow. I’m thinking about how to get in, and someone will give the opportunity to come.
"Hey, buddy, wear a mask, although President Catherine said that this zombie virus will not only be infected when it breaks out, but it is still very careful."
The man said kindly, took a medical mask from his pocket and handed it to Ding Ning.
"That is, thank you!"
Ding Ning took the mask and put it on the road, but he suddenly realized it.
It was originally the president of the World Medical Association, Catherine, here, it is no wonder that the people here are very relaxed. To know that the World Medical Association represents the highest medical level in the world, it seems that Catherine is here. Very high, when the man is talking, his eyes are unconcealed and admired.
However, it is possible to bring together survivors, and to grasp the cure of the virus, and not to build up prestige.
This made Ding Ning more and more interested. This room that can isolate the gods is made by this Catherine, or does it exist?