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

Murong Xue looked at his miserable appearance, a halo of recovery fell on him, and she treated him silently.

"Sir, please help me with treatment. I can still get better."

"Sir, there are only ten people in our team. Please, let me go. There are no cowards in our advance team."

As Murong Xue's halo fell, the wounded seemed to see hope and shouted anxiously one by one.

It's just that no one is thinking about their own life safety. They all just want to return to the front line as soon as possible.

"Classmate, you can't save me like this."

The nurse who spoke earlier sighed.

You may be able to save three or five people with this kind of treatment, but there are thousands of people here. If you treat them like this, it will only make the people who are not treated even more anxious.

"Comrade, do you regret it?"

The woman in black walked up to the broken-arm warrior and asked.

"What's the meaning?"

"You worked hard and even lost your life. Maybe no one knows who you are. No one knows that you sacrificed your life for them. Do you regret it?"

"I volunteered, what can I regret? If I say regret, I only regret that I am too weak to risk my life for a secret. Otherwise, I would be worth it if I exchanged one life for another."

"What about your family?"

The soldier was finally stunned when he heard this question. This question seemed to have finally touched his weak point. After thinking for a while, he said: "There is a saying, the world is in tatters, but there are always people mending it."

"Since I choose to be a quilter, I have to sacrifice something. If I can exchange my warm companionship for the stability and happiness of more families, then I will not look back."

He smiled bitterly and added: "There is nothing perfect in this world. My grandfather died on the border battlefield, and my father also died in the last battle. I am the last ray of light."

Having said this, his eyes looked towards the roof, as if he wanted to look at his grandfather and father in heaven through that barrier.

Perhaps he just hopes to fight until his last breath. When facing his grandfather and father, he can proudly pat his chest and say: "My child has not embarrassed you."

The woman in black nodded, said nothing, got up and walked forward.

Gao Fushuai followed behind, clenching his fists, and took a few steps forward. He turned back and looked at the young soldier. The soldier had recovered a lot of energy under Murong Xue's treatment. He was also looking at a few people at the moment. Man's back.

The two people's eyes intertwined, and the young warrior smiled slightly and waved his hand. The remaining arm still looked so strong.

"You two can watch it for yourselves. You can watch whatever you want. If you feel tired, go back and rest. Everything is free."

The woman in black said this and left.

The two looked at each other silently, and Gao Fushuai supported Qin Fan and moved forward slowly.

This place is not so much a hospital as it is a human Shura field.

Disembowelments can be seen everywhere, and some intestines are leaking out. He is still chatting with the people next to him, covering his hands, telling how his knife was inserted into the mysterious head. The people next to him look envious and can't help but feel jealous. Coughing, large pieces of internal organs were spit out.

Qin Fan didn't say a word from the moment he came in. Every moment, he was deeply shocked because of these people and these things.

Listening to the young warrior's words made him wonder if his previous thoughts were too selfish, although that was not wrong.

After a long time, he felt relieved. These people were willing to work so hard because they had something they wanted to protect, but he didn't.

Apart from these few friends, he has almost no worries in this world. Of course, the missing cheap parents can be completely ignored.

But why does he still not feel happy after thinking about it like this?

Why did his blood boil after hearing the stories of those wounded soldiers?

For the first time, he began to think deeply about what kind of life he wanted when he came to this world.

Maybe, every boy has a dream of being a hero.

In the second half of the night, the two fell asleep directly leaning against the wall of the hospital.

Until he felt cold all over, he opened his eyes and saw the mysterious woman standing in front of them.

"Gather on the playground in ten minutes."

The woman in black dropped these words and turned around to leave.

When the two of them walked out of the hospital, they paid special attention to the location of the soldier last night. That location was empty. Maybe he finally recovered and went to the front line again?

"Maybe, all along, I've been making excuses for myself."

"Actually, my father has always been a hero in my heart, even though his death was a bit frustrating."

"But, I can't avenge him. Am I a coward?"

When Gao Fushuai said this, he didn't even dare to look at Qin Fan.

Qin Fan was looking at him. This philistine businessman who looked extremely shrewd and full of business acumen also had an unknown side.

Maybe that's his true face.

"Why can't you take revenge? Because you are weak? Or is the other party too strong?"

Qin Fan said in confusion.

Tall, rich and handsome.....

If you chat like this, you will easily be beaten to death.

Gao Fushuai choked violently, and the heavy atmosphere that had finally been brewing disappeared in an instant.

Qin Fan smiled awkwardly: "Well, what is your superpower?"

Gao Fushuai said angrily:

"you guess?"

Qin Fan recalled the first time he met Gao Fushuai and his perverted behavior, and asked tentatively: "Isn't it related to perversion?"

Tall, rich and handsome......

Hold the grass, you are rushing to find a fight.