Medical Sovereign

As for the five white people who came to travel, they were unlucky enough to encounter a zombie virus outbreak. They escaped here by accident and found it safe to stay here to take refuge and wait for rescue; the three lamas themselves were from the Palace Temple. It is natural for people to be here; the Tibetan couple came here to offer incense, and they just stayed when the zombie virus broke out. They are believers and only trust lamas, so they stayed with them.

Ding Ning quickly cleared his mind. This hall seems to have some kind of magical power, which makes zombies afraid of committing crimes here. These days, people from all over the world gathered here unintentionally. , so I was able to live until now.

But this is only a temporary lingering, they are seriously short of drinking water and food, they can only rely on everyone to take turns to search for food in other palaces when the zombies leave, and get water from the well in the temple for drinking.

"Ding Ning, did you see where those zombies went when you came here? Is it safe outside now?"

Galava swallowed and asked Ding Ning.

"The neighborhood should be safe. I also saw the zombies leaving suddenly, so I slipped out to look for food."

Ding Ning said casually, but he was thinking about what is so weird here, that even zombies dare not come in, and he would never believe it with a sneer at Guru Choji Lodro's blessings that Galawa said.

"Zhu Gu has been in a coma for several days, and he hasn't eaten anything. What should we do if this continues?"

"No way, we can only wait for him to wake up."

At this moment, the worried whispers of the two lamas fell into Ding Ning's ears and attracted his attention.

Jugu?

Zhugu means "incarnation" and "reincarnation incarnation" in Tibetan. It refers to the reincarnation of eminent monks who have achieved success in practice, or reincarnation in human beings with incarnations. The Buddhist circle and the government use specific methods to find and identify young children who are reincarnated. The social essence of this system is to use the belief in the free reincarnation of eminent monks to solve the problem of the succession rights of the leaders of religious groups and temples.

A little lama named Zhu Gu? This made Ding Ning very interested. Is this little lama the reincarnation of the living Buddha? That's why zombies dare not enter this hall? Even his consciousness can be isolated.

It's no wonder he thought so, after all, after entering this hall, Ding Ning had already checked the place inside and out, and didn't find any weirdness, if there was any weirdness, it was only this little lama who was always in a coma.

So the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and he quietly released his spiritual consciousness to quietly observe the little lama named Zhu Gu.

But then his expression changed slightly, confirming his guess even more, the little lama was permeated with a strange power that could not be detected by the naked eye, which even isolated his spiritual consciousness, making him unable to see his appearance.

Let me go, is there really a reincarnated soul boy in this world?

Ding Ning was secretly amazed, but he had even seen a goddess before, and a reincarnated soul boy didn't surprise him too much.

Now that he has figured out the reason why the spiritual consciousness is isolated here, and these people have obviously never seen Baqi, Ding Ning doesn't bother to stay here anymore.

Immediately stood up and was about to speak when a brown-haired white man suddenly pointed a gun at him and said in English: "You, newcomer, it's time for you to find food. Our food is almost finished."

"I?"

Ding Ning pointed to his nose in astonishment, and then remembered what Galava said just now, for the sake of fairness, they all took turns to go out to find food.

Jialawa, the flower protector, was lucky. He found a small supermarket when the zombies attacked the border of China on a large scale two days ago, and got several days of rations, which prevented the three girls from looking for food. doom.

"Yes, it's you. This is the rule we made together. No one can eat for free here."

The white man stared at him coldly, with the gun in his hand pointed at Ding Ning's head all the time.

"Put the gun down, he's only just come here, and besides, the food I found two days ago is enough to feed us for a week,

Even if it's time to find food, it's your turn. "

Galava suddenly drew out his gun and pointed it at the brown-haired white man, shouting angrily.

"What do you want? Do you want to break the rules?"

Seeing Galava drew his gun, the other four white men stood up, pointing two shotguns at Galava's head, and said aggressively, the three scared girls covered their eyes and screamed.

The two middle-aged trumpets watched coldly and did not express anything. It seemed that in their eyes, except for the little lama Zhu Gu, no one was worthy of their attention.

The old Tibetan couple subconsciously touched the Tibetan knife at their waists and stood up nervously. Although Ding Ning was from China they hated, they didn't have a good impression of foreign devils.

Besides, they also knew very well that so many people present belonged to the foreign devils, and the so-called rules were just that they were trapped for a short time, so they could temporarily maintain the balance on the surface.

Once trapped for a long time, the ugliness of human nature will be exposed, and various contradictions will be triggered. Now it is the Chinese people who are unlucky, but it may be their turn in the future.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense and extremely depressed. Galava swallowed, and said sternly, "What do you want to do? This is Tianzhu, and it's not your territory where you can do whatever you want."

"Tianzhu, Fake, what the hell are you talking about now, Tianzhu?"

The white man who pointed the shotgun at Ding Ning's head suddenly put the shotgun on Galawa's forehead, and cursed out of control: "This hellish place, it's been five fucking days, and I haven't seen your Tianzhu military Let me tell you, this place was abandoned by your goddamn Tianzhu military, don’t expect someone to rescue us, now you still have the nerve to tell me Tianzhu, I shot you dead.”

"Boom" punch!

A fat white man punched Galava to the ground, snatched the gun from his hand, stepped on his head, pulled the trigger of the gun and pointed it at his temple: "Fuck, stupid pig, I It will break you now."

"Ah! No, please don't kill my brother!"

Galava's younger sister Shima knelt on the ground and begged in fright, while Luchika and Surbi shivered and huddled together and screamed.

The fat white man grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth. He reached out and tore off the veil on Seema's face. Looking at her beautiful face with pear blossoms and rain, a lewd look flashed in his eyes: "Hey, guys, this girl looks really good. Not bad, now we have something to play."

"Are you still a beauty? Come on, let's see how these two girls look. Let's have fun today."

The white man with gray pupils greedily licked his lips, walked towards Lu Qika and Su Erbi, stretched out his hands to tear off the veils on their faces, his eyes lit up, and he said with a lewd smile: "Hey, guys, we are blessed, They're all little beauties."

"Come on, take good care of me, I will let your brother go when I feel comfortable playing."

The fat white man reached out and grabbed Seema's hair, about to tear his clothes.

"Let go of her, don't touch her, if something comes at me."

Galava struggled desperately, with blood still in the corner of his mouth, he roared hoarsely.

"Shut up for me, if you dare to speak again, I will kill you."

The fat white man stepped on Galava's face fiercely, crushing his face back and forth with the sole of his shoe.

Galawa's face was full of humiliation and grief, and he roared frantically: "If you dare to touch them, I will kill you."

"Kill us, come on, get up, kill us, you damn monkey!"

Several white men showed fierce faces and rushed forward to punch and kick Jialawa. The old Tibetan couple showed righteous indignation on their faces and were about to go forward to persuade them, but the fat white man pointed a gun at them and warned: " It's none of your business, if you dare to meddle in your own business, I will kill you with one shot."

The old Tibetan husband and wife clenched their fists tightly, but they dared not speak out at gunpoint, so they could only turn their heads away.

Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly, and his affection for the assan of Jialawa increased greatly. How could he just watch him being beaten to death.

"You let my brother go, I will serve you well, please stop beating me!"

Shima threw herself on Galava, crying and begging.

Lu Qika and Su Erbi trembled like frightened little quails, knelt on the ground and cried in despair: "Stop beating, can't we accompany you?"

The plump white man's eyes showed lewdness, and he threatened lewdly: "I heard that girls from Tianzhu dance well, so give us a striptease first to cheer us up!"

"Hahaha!"

Seeing the three girls trembling and starting to take off their clothes, the five white men laughed wildly. Galawa closed his eyes in pain and let out a roar like a wounded beast.

"A group of beasts deserve to die!"

Ding Ning suddenly said something lightly, which stopped the laughter of the five foreign devils.

"Fake, you want to kill me and I will help you!"

The blond white man smirked and put the shotgun on Ding Ning's forehead and was about to pull the trigger, but was stopped by the fat white man: "Don't kill him yet, they will be responsible for finding food for us in the future!"

The gray-eyed white man punched Ding Ning in the face: "Then you have to teach this little bastard a lesson."

"Crack!"

"Ah... my wrist, my wrist!"

The gray-eyed white man let out a miserable scream, and jumped up and down in pain holding his broken wrist.

Galava opened his eyes in surprise, the three girls also stopped undressing and looked at Ding Ning in shock.

"go to hell!"

The blond-haired white man saw that Ding Ning had his wrist pinched by Ding Ning instead of the gray-eyed man. Realizing that Ding Ning might be a powerful character, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation...

"Boom!"

But the grin on his face quickly froze, and he watched in horror as the barrel of the shotgun in his hand exploded suddenly, his face and hands were bloody, and he fell to the ground, covered his face and rolled over.

"Poor Joseph, shoot him!"

The fat white man seemed to be the head of the five, but he didn't think too much about it. He thought it was the barrel of the gun that exploded, and he raised the gun with the other two and pulled the trigger.

With a look of despair on Galava's face, he shouted, "Ding Ning, go!"

The three girls were already screaming and huddled together in fright, they closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look any further, even the two Tibetan couples did the same.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There were three muffled sounds in succession, accompanied by the shrill screams of the three white men!

The gun exploded again, and the three white men rolled on the ground with their painful faces twisted, clutching their hands that were exposed to the bony bones.

"There are not many living people in Sikkim. How dare you want to do something like a beast if you don't hold a group to keep warm at this time!"

Ding Ning sighed leisurely: "It's true that God's sins are still forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot live!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked forward under the fearful eyes of the five white men, and broke their limbs slowly, causing the whole hall to scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Jarawa, leave these people to you! Remember, don't feed tigers, I'll go first, see you later!"

Ding Ning stepped forward to help the scarred Galava, stuffed a pill into his mouth, turned around and walked away. He had already buried all the wandering zombies alive. Zombies are enough to survive.