I'm already in a vegetative state, and I'm still thinking about how to write the word "death"?

"It's either resurrection or death, give me a way!"

Langren was worried.

As if responding to his thoughts, the dark sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became white and bright, and Langren was gradually able to feel his own body.

But the severe pain in his chest still existed, making him unable to breathe.

My eyelids trembled, my consciousness returned to my body, and a strange sound came from my ears, like someone was talking, and the language was completely incomprehensible.

But as time went by, Langren found that he gradually understood something. What had been silenced, personnel assigned, and undercover agents established?

What the hell?

At this moment, Langren inexplicably thought of the asteroid that covered the entire sky, the meteorite that hit him, the vegetative state, death, the language that he couldn't understand yet he could understand...

His scalp suddenly became numb.

He is a young man of the new generation in the 21st century. He has not read many novels, but he has read quite a few, especially The Prosperity and The Last Time.

Now that I am not in time travel, I feel sorry for the identity of the protagonist.

A series of thoughts flashed through, Langren gritted his teeth and opened his eyes slightly.

The first thing that caught his eye was a bloody knife pierced through his chest. The blood beads on his handguard had just solidified, and his right hand was covered in blood, holding the blade of the knife outside his chest.

The owner of this body seemed to be very unwilling before his death.

The body did not move, the pupils of the eyes dilated a little, and they turned to look farther away. There seemed to be a figure in black with his back to this side, and the voice came from there.

Slowly scanning his surroundings, Langren closed his eyes again and began to organize his thoughts.

"Boom - world recognition begins -"

"Cognition ends, it takes 3 seconds."

"Personal template loading..."

"Skill template loading...Skill template rules conflict, being remade...Remade completed, loaded successfully."

"Store Template...Warning! Store Template Missing! Store Template Skipped—"

A series of drum beats sounded, and Langren was surprised to find that a scroll appeared in his mind. It was like an invisible brush writing a few lines of Chinese characters quickly. The speed was actually faster than the reading speed he had honed for many years by reading novels.

quick.

The scroll was put away in Langren's sea of ​​consciousness and reopened. The words on it had changed:

Name: Langren

Status: Near death (resurrection)

Essence(strength):3/10

Qi (stamina): 2/10

God (Spirit):8/15

Storage experience:0/10

Conversion skill points: 0

Number of rebirths: 0/3

Lang Ren's heart moved, and a second scroll appeared, with five skill trees drawn on it, and "Wei Mingren-Wuxin Liu" written on the top.

This is the history of bloody battles that Ashina dedicated his whole life to writing.

"According to the posture, I got the Sekiro System?"

Anyway, he seems to be "dead" now, and the killer hasn't left yet.

Langren looked at the skill tree in detail and found that there were already two lit skills.

Life-protecting Breath·Yang: Acquire the permanent effect. When you successfully kill the opponent, you will recover a little energy.

Breath Holding: Acquire the permanent effect, which can suppress the breath when hiding, making it difficult to be discovered by enemies.

“Too cool!”

Langren yelled angrily: Is this something humans do?

You have a knife stuck in your chest, so you just give yourself these two passive skills?

It was obvious that he wanted to kill the man in black himself and recover from his injuries.

"Um?"

The man in black suddenly felt something. He looked away from the city buildings and turned to look at the body nailed to the ground in confusion. He found that there was nothing strange about it.

Are you sensitive?

He sneered as if he was laughing at himself for being afraid of a dead man, and continued to listen to his boss's communication.

"What's wrong? What's so funny?"

A hoarse voice asked in confusion from the communicator on his wrist.

"It's nothing, sir. I saw a dog being beaten on the roadside and it was about to die."

"There's nothing funny about this. This is the way the world is now. On the surface, it's not good. In fact, everyone is the dog that was beaten, and they don't even know it."

"Yes! This is the reason for my allegiance."

"Okay, that's it. Since the traitor wants to rebel, there's no need to keep the whole body and just feed the dog."

After hanging up the communication, the man wearing a black hood smiled and pulled out a tube of reagent.

"Brother, don't blame me. We all work for the organization, but you are obsessed with a woman and you still want to quit? I'd better not feed you to a dog. If you are reincarnated in the future, you must know how to listen to your boss in the next life."

But why are there two shadows on the rooftop?

Suddenly, a bloody hand reached out from his left shoulder and covered his mouth...

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Langren kept holding the blade with his right hand, staring at the back of the man in black, and gently pulled it up with his hand, but the severe pain made his arm tremble. If he hadn't used the breath-holding effect to endure it, he would have

I shouted it out a long time ago.

No ordinary university student has ever cried like this. The most painful pain in my memory is the feeling of my father's belt being whipped into my body when I was a child.

As soon as he saw the man in black's hood moving slightly, Langren immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

After a while, the sound of conversation was heard, and Langren became heartbroken. He held the knife with his left hand, gritted his teeth and pulled out the long knife inserted into his heart.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain!

The metal rubbed against the heart muscle, and Langren's face turned pale.

Until the two-foot-long knife was completely drawn out, Langren held it and gained some confidence. He stood up and walked over slowly, not daring to make a sound until he stood behind the other person and listened to what he said.

Langren, who had exerted all his brute strength, took action and covered the other person's mouth with all his might, and pulled it to the left to make the right side of his neck larger.

He was afraid that if he was in the wrong position and was killed again, then his soul would really go to the west.

The two-foot-long knife in his hand was lying down and raised, the neon light of the city shone on it, and the mottled blood stains reflected in the shocked eyes of the man in black. It simply and firmly penetrated into the black clothes, skin, arteries, and straight to the

heart.

"puff--"

Scarlet blood spurted out a foot high, splashing hot onto Langren's cold body.

"Ho-"

Letting go of the dying man who was breathing meaninglessly from his mouth, Langren felt that the injury on his chest and heart had begun to heal slowly, but the speed was a bit slow.

"You can't directly restore blood like in the game..."

His personal attribute, Qi, which represented physical strength, had recovered a little, and he also found that his hands were gradually gaining strength again.

It seems that physical strength is the most obvious way to recover, and physical strength is related to the health of the body, so injuries will also be affected.

In order to recover faster, Langren fell to the ground and watched the blood under the other party's body gradually spread out until it stopped changing.

He didn't know how long it had been, but the sky was still dark, no one came to the rooftop, and he was temporarily safe.

The wound on the heart has healed, and it is gradually beating, and the blood that is about to coagulate but is still warm begins to flow again.

Langren looked at the character panel again, and found that his condition had become extremely weak, and there was no prompt for resurrection.

My life is saved and I can deal with the aftermath.

Langren stepped forward and turned the body over, seeing the glass tube in the other person's hand.

"Is this what destroys corpses and eliminates traces of traces?"

Langren took the glass tube in his hand and looked at it, and found that there was a brief instruction manual on it.

"For flesh only, watch out for splashes!"

I don’t know it, but I understand it, which is a wonderful experience.

As for the body, Langren had no choice but to take off the other person's clothes...

Looking at the puddle of carbonized powder in front of him in surprise, Langren suspected that he had entered some magical world.

"What now?"
Chapter completed!