Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

Qin Fan looked at the woman with some sadness, your kick is like stepping me into the mud.

"What? You're not convinced, are you?"

The woman in black snorted coldly, as if she had read through Qin Fan's thoughts.

"Do you feel that your spiritual power is blocked and you are excused for not sensing the danger?"

Qin Fan....

Is not it?

"Then do you know why ordinary soldiers on the battlefield have no spiritual power, but can still sense danger keenly and even respond in advance?"

"Wait a minute, I'll take you somewhere."

The woman in black stopped talking after saying this. After a while, Cangwu Yukong was seen flying towards him, and there was someone following him.

When he got closer, Qin Fan saw clearly that it was Gao Fushuai.

At this time, Gao Fushuai lost his previous playful smile and was replaced by a serious face, even with a hint of sadness.

"give it to you."

Cang Wu dropped these words and turned around and flew away.

It was only then that Murong Xue was convinced that this woman was indeed a friend rather than an enemy. Then she removed the recovery halo and turned to look at the woman in black.

The woman in black didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the exit first. Qin Fan glanced at the back helplessly and asked me to follow. I have to unblock my spiritual power. Are you turning a blind eye to everyone?

Fortunately, the woman in black didn't walk very fast. Murong Xue and Gao Fushuai, one on each side, helped Qin Fan reduce the pressure, but they could barely keep up.

After a long time, a few people finally arrived at the foot of the back mountain. Under the hillside, patrol teams passed by from time to time. It seemed that the defense was extremely tight.

At this time, Gao Fushuai suddenly said: "Are you going to visit the wounded? Do you think they are heroes?"

The steps of the woman in black suddenly stopped, and an extremely cold murderous aura radiated from her body.

"What do you mean? Aren't they?"

Gao Fushuai was not afraid of the strong murderous intent at all, and replied calmly: "Yes, they are heroes, but they are only the heroes of the people, not the heroes of their relatives."

"For their relatives, they don't want him to be a hero."

"His relatives only hope that he can live well."

The woman in black was stunned for a moment. She seemed not to have expected that Gao Fushuai would give such an answer. She turned her head, looked at Gao Fushuai solemnly and said, "Your father is also a hero. The country and the people have never forgotten him."

"Are those useful?"

Gao Fushuai suddenly roared and said sternly:

"When my mother and I were helpless, when we were evicted because we couldn't pay the rent, where was he?"

"Even so, my mother never blamed him. She said it's hard to have both loyalty and filial piety."

"He said that it is because of people like my father who are working so hard at the front that we can have such a relatively stable life."

"But what about you? He could have been a hero, but it was the joint team you formed that killed him."

"Those who are not of my race must have different minds. Don't you understand such a simple truth?"

"You know, you know everything, but you still did it. Why? Just for your bullshit overall interests?"

"I assume it will be the same this time? They just became victims of this pitiful war."

"But have you really thought about it? He also has parents, maybe a wife, and children. What should he do with his family?"

Gao Fushuai's voice became sharper and faster, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances that had been accumulated in his heart for more than ten years.

The woman in black gradually restrained her murderous aura, and after a while she only said one sentence:

"You've never been to the military, have you? Maybe this time you will have a different feeling."

After saying that, she didn't look back and continued walking forward.

Qin Fan couldn't help but take a deep look at Gao Fushuai. Sure enough, there are always corresponding reasons behind the formation of everyone's personality.

He patted Gao Fushuai's shoulder and said nothing. He also had no right to speak.

As soon as a few people walked into the makeshift hospital, they were enveloped in a strong smell of blood. The corridor was filled with wounded people with seemingly minor injuries.

Even for these lightly injured people, either their arms were missing or their legs were bloody and bloody. Compared to normal times, their injuries were quite serious.

None of these people said a word.

Everyone's clothes were stained with blood, and some were torn, revealing the festering flesh underneath.

A group of doctors are checking each one in the corridor. If the situation is not very urgent, they will be treated directly with drugs. Only when it seems that they are about to be life-threatening, a transcendent of the treatment system will use their powers to save their lives.

"Doctor, look at me. I'm really fine. I've bandaged myself. Please let me leave the hospital."

At this moment, a soldier in front of the doctor leaned forward and shouted.

Several people looked around and saw that the soldier was only eighteen or nineteen years old, about the same age as them, and his resolute face was full of eagerness.

On his body, the military uniform was badly damaged, and the exposed flesh was covered with wounds, and some places had begun to fester. His entire right hand had disappeared, and his wrist was wrapped with an extra sleeve, dripping with blood. The ground seeped down.

"Comrade, you are seriously injured and are no longer fit to fight on the battlefield. You need to rest."

A nurse next to the doctor said.

The soldier suddenly became anxious when he heard it: "Fart, no, bah, I'm not talking about you."

"Both of our monitor's eyes were penetrated by that bearded monster, and one of his legs was missing. He didn't even get off, so why do I have to get off?"

"You are discriminating."