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Chapter 145 Zheng Zha, Accept the Pain (33)

Pooh--

Zheng Zha spat a mouthful of bloody saliva directly at Zhang Jie's face, but Zhang Jie easily dodged it, though some of it still splashed on his clothes.

The smile on Zhang Jie's face disappeared instantly, replaced by an indelible gloom and ruthlessness.

"Why didn't I realize before that you are so tough?"

Snapped!
Zhang Jie expressionlessly slapped Zheng Zha hard with such force that Zheng Zha's left cheek swelled up instantly, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

But Zheng Zha showed his bloody teeth and smiled: "If you dare, kill me."

"Zheng Zha, ah Zheng Zha, what should I do with you?"

"I actually like this dress very much. As a return gift, I have to find something to splash on you." Zhang Jie sighed softly and shook his head slowly.

Then he stood up, holding his knees, and looked around like a hungry wolf.

Finally, that malicious gaze fixed on Zhan Lan, and he clapped his hands as if suddenly realizing something: "I thought, there's still something missing in the end."

Under Zheng Zha's horrified gaze, his eyes glaring with anger and eyes that seemed to be about to burst out of their sockets, Zhang Jie slowly walked to Zhan Lan's side.

His hand was like an iron clamp on the woman's weak shoulder, and he turned to Zheng Zha and said, "Zheng Zha, you have always known that Zhan Lan likes you."

"In the team, I'm afraid everyone except Zao Ren has noticed it."

"But you have Lori, your mind tells you to avoid this relationship."

"But you are enjoying her love for you and don't want to reject him openly and put an end to her thoughts."

"So, you are very selfish, Zheng Zha."

"No! Please, let Zhan Lan go!"

Zheng Zha struggled upwards again, and many bones in his body made terrifying cracking sounds.

The capillaries all over his body burst instantly, and blood gushed out like a torrent bursting through a dam. He instantly turned into a bloody man.

But his eyes revealed unprecedented fear and panic, and that kind of lowly pleading had never appeared on his resolute face.

"That's not right, that look." Zhang Jie looked at Zheng Zha, a cruel arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he exerted a little force with his palm.

Zhan Lan's neck made a crackling sound.

“No!!!” Zheng Zha’s shrill cry was like a cuckoo crying blood.

"That's right! That's right!"

"That's it! That's it! Hahahahaha!!!"

Zhang Jie showed a bloody smile, then twisted it suddenly, and Zhan Lan's neck made a creepy "crack" sound.

Then, his hands were like devil's claws, one holding down Zhan Lan's shoulders tightly, the other roughly grabbing her hair and pulling it hard.

Zhan Lan's head was taken off alive like this.

In an instant, blood gushed out from the broken neck like a column of water sprayed from a high-pressure water gun, splattering everywhere.

At the broken part of the spine, white bone stumps stick out, mixed with scarlet flesh and blood, which makes people shudder.

Zheng Zha suddenly collapsed to the ground like a ball of mud that had lost its support.

His eyes were lifeless, as if they had lost focus like a dead person. At this moment, the world seemed to have lost all its colors to him.

Gollum-

But the truth could not be avoided after all. Zhang Jie waved his hand and a round object rolled in front of his eyes.

Zheng Zha's eyes turned slightly, that was Zhan Lan's head.

The little woman may have regained consciousness in the moment before her death. Her face was filled with extreme fear and despair, and her beautiful eyes were wide open, as if she died with her eyes open.

Thick red blood continued to seep out of the broken neck, flowing freely on the ground, gathering into a shocking pool of blood, and flowing all the way in front of him.

Then, there was a snap.

Zhan Lan's head was like a fragile broken watermelon, which was crushed by a heavy kick.

Countless red and white liquids splashed everywhere, and splashed onto Zheng Zha's face like stars.

The warm touch and the bloody smell made Zheng Zha's world completely collapse.

It was as if a departed soul had returned to a broken body, and Zheng Zha's eyes instantly became hysterical and crazy like a devil.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” Zheng Zha roared madly.

The sound seemed to burst out from the depths of the soul, carrying with it a heart-wrenching, soul-destroying pain.

"That's fair." Zhang Jie squatted down.

He looked carefully at Zheng Zha's face, which was covered in blood and distorted to the extreme.

Zhang Jie laughed again. The scar on his face looked like an ugly centipede, twisting hideously, as if it was the mark of a demon from hell.

destroy! destroy! destroy!

Zheng Zha's body seemed to have become a volcano about to erupt, and the violent power was gathering inside it like a raging wave.

Unprecedented rage and murderous intent were like surging, incomparably hot magma, roiling and roaring deep within his heart. The intense emotions almost completely engulfed his sanity.

Under the impact of this emotional surge, the third-level gene lock suddenly took a big step forward and was about to open a forbidden door to even more powerful power.

Under the suppression of powerful telekinesis, every movement of Zheng Zha seemed extremely difficult, and he could only barely stand up.

But even so, there was only hysterical madness and terrifying murderous intent in his eyes.

He moved forward step by step, leaving a shocking bloody footprint with each step. The bright red blood seemed to be the embodiment of his inner anger and hatred.

It seemed that even if there were mountains of swords, seas of fire, or endless abyss ahead, it could not stop his obsession to kill the other party.

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

Blood flowed from the corners of Zheng Zha's mouth, and his teeth had been bitten to pieces.

His hideous and twisted appearance, covered in blood, looked like a demon returning from hell, emitting endless murderous intent and despair.

"Now it looks like a devil struggling in reincarnation." Zhang Jie clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"By the way, I'll give this to you. After all, it's Zhan Lan's relic, so it's good to keep it as a keepsake." Zhang Jie seemed to have thought of something, and a Buddha wheel shining with golden light flew out from Zhan Lan and fell in front of Zheng Zha.

Then she ignored him and turned to walk outside.

The other teammates followed him closely like puppets being manipulated.

As Zhang Jie walked, he shouted, "Zheng Zha, feel the pain."

When he passed by Zhan Lan's headless body, he casually snapped his fingers, and a strange green flame instantly burned on the body.

"Zheng Zha, experience the pain."

In just a few seconds, the beautiful writer Zhan Lan, with a pretty face and a hot body, turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared in the air, without even leaving a trace.

"Then, accept the pain."

Zhang Jie has walked out of the boundaries of the protective shield.

“Only in this way can you understand who you really are.”

"By the way, the Resurrection Scripture is in my hands."

"If you want revenge, if you want one last chance, come to Lonely Mountain."

"I will wait for you at Lonely Mountain."

Zhang Jie's words gradually faded away, until the last sentence, which only echoed in Zheng Zha's mind.

At this point, the tiger soul that was solidified in the air fell to the ground with a loud, dull sound.

At this moment, the telekinesis that was confined around him suddenly withdrew.

In an instant, the blood from his body spurted out like an uncontrolled fountain.

However, Zheng Zha didn't care about it.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

He was like a tiger out of its cage, roaring so loudly that it shook the mountains and forests. He suddenly leaped up and chased after the victim madly without caring about the consequences.

Zheng Zha punched Zhang Jie's back with an extremely violent and destructive force, as if to shatter the entire world.

But this punch seemed to hit the indestructible vibranium.

There was a chilling "crack" sound, and his fist was instantly broken and fractured. Almost in an instant, his entire arm turned into a bloody mess.

The uncontrollable powerful force was like being hit head-on by a train, throwing him directly towards the protective shield on the other side, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

But he didn't hesitate at all. He immediately struggled to get up and rushed forward again desperately, hitting the sturdy protective shield with one punch after another.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Zhang Jie and the others who were gradually moving away.

But he could only watch them walk away. Finally, he couldn't help but howl in pain to the sky. The sound was like the strong wind in the wilderness, wailing miserably and never stopping.

"Come back to me!!!"

However, Zhang Jie did not look back and continued walking leisurely. He even took the time to wave to Zheng Zha behind his back.

Gradually, their figures disappeared from the end of his sight.
Seeing this scene, Zheng Zha collapsed to the ground as if all the strength had been drained out of him. He curled up in pain, his body shaking constantly.

Finally, he fell into a coma.

At some point, the protective shield that was originally covering the area disappeared.

Deep in the bushes, Zheng Zha, covered in blood and flesh, was still lying unconscious.

Beside him, a Buddha wheel shining with golden light was placed quietly.

The blood continued to soak into the Buddha wheel, staining it with a shocking red color.

A strange and mysterious energy slowly flowed out from the Buddha Wheel, gradually covering Zheng Zha's broken body like a soft gauze.

Gradually, his hideous wounds began to scab over and his broken bones slowly healed.

However, except for the right hand which was completely damaged and could not be restored, the other surface wounds healed.

But he was still in a coma and showed no signs of waking up.

At this time, a dwarf who was only half the height of a normal person hurried out from the woods nearby, holding up his pants.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a bloody body lying quietly in the bushes where he usually picked.

In an instant, he screamed in fear, his face turned pale as paper, and he rolled and crawled back the way he came.

After a while, the sneaky figure appeared again.

However, this time he was accompanied by a tall old man in a gray robe.

"Mr. Bilbo, is the dead man you mentioned here?" The low and magnetic voice of the gray-robed old man rang out in the silent woods.

"Hush, Gandalf, I'm afraid he's not dead yet."

"Nothing like this has ever happened in the Shire, Gandalf."

"Are you sure he wasn't a merchant killed by those rude dwarves?" Bilbo lowered his voice, with obvious trembling and fear in his voice, and his eyes glanced at the "corpse" from time to time.

"Oh, Mr. Bilbo, although Thorin and his men are rude, they don't kill people at will."

"I recruited some rangers in Gondor to help the arrogant Thorin Oakenshield. We had agreed to gather in the Shire tonight, but they haven't shown up yet. I didn't expect..." Gandalf sighed, walked forward, and wanted to help the man up.

"Well, it seems that something bad has happened to them." Bilbo still did not dare to get close. He stood far away and spoke softly from a distance.

"It's a very bad thing." Gandalf seemed to have discovered something, stood up and walked back.

"Can he be saved?" Bilbo felt relieved to see Gandalf return safely. He approached cautiously and gently touched the bloody man's head.

But he immediately pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

The grey-robed old man looked at Bilbo's timid appearance and laughed heartily: "Of course, I am the best wizard on the continent."

"And, this sir, he has regained consciousness."

"Ha!?!" Bilbo jumped up instantly like a frightened rabbit when he heard it.

He rolled and crawled to hide behind Gandalf, only daring to stick out half of his head from Gandalf's side, looking at the bloody man in horror.

The bloody man had opened his eyes at some point.

What eyes they were, Bilbo could not describe.

Those eyes were even emptier and more empty than after he saw his great uncle die, as if even the most basic emotions had disappeared from them, leaving only endless desolation and deathly silence.

With his only remaining hand he raised a Buddha wheel and looked at it for so long that Bilbo almost doubted that he could no longer speak.

"Wizard, where is Lonely Mountain?" A very dry voice came out from the flesh and blood mouth.

It didn't sound like a human, but rather like the sound of a demon from hell, a gloomy wind blowing repeatedly against the rock formations, a dark and desperate sound.

(End of this chapter)