After a short rest, Du Dian felt that his physical strength had recovered a little, and he returned to the office lightly, grabbed the dark blue ball and left here.

When returning to the second floor, Du Dian suddenly thought that if other scavengers found it, most of them would report it, attracting the investigation of other hunters of the consortium, and immediately looked cold, picked up the short sword to find the office, and saw the hunter. Still lying on it, the blood that came out was about to dry and hard.

He took out the scythe on his body, flipped through the office, and soon found a large pile of scattered white papers, and immediately threw the white papers on the hunter, just as he squatted down and threw the white papers on the When the other party was on his back, an accident happened suddenly. The hunter who should have died a long time ago suddenly turned over and stabbed the dagger in his hand towards Du Di'an's chest.

All this was completely beyond Du Di'an's expectations. He couldn't help stunned. He only felt that the dagger easily pierced his soft armor and penetrated into his chest. The first feeling was cold, and then he felt severe pain from his chest. .

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the hunter in disbelief. The other party was actually pretending to be dead? Just to fight back when he gets close?

You know, he rested for a while, but during this time, the other party was able to hold back and pretend to be dead! As if he was bound to approach, what kind of belief and endurance is this? !

"Beast... raw!" Byrne raised his head slowly, his face was pale due to excessive blood loss, but his eyes revealed incomparably crazy hatred, and he smiled softly as if he was self-deprecating, As soon as it hung down, the palm holding the dagger also loosened and fell weakly.

This time, he really died.

But... the dagger was inserted into Du Di'an's chest.

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Du Di'an covered the vicinity of the dagger, almost trembling in pain, standing unsteadily, his body fell down, looking down at his chest with difficulty, only to feel that every movement of his body affected the muscles in his chest, and there was a tearing drama. pain.

"I can't die, I can't die..." Du Di'an kept repeating this idea in his mind, only to feel that his consciousness gradually blurred, and his body and limbs seemed to be a little cold. The voices and smiles of the parents, as well as the last glimpse of the freezer before it was closed, it seems that I can still hear my mother and sister saying...

to live well...

to live well...

Live!

He bit the tip of his tongue sharply, and his previously drowsy consciousness suddenly recovered a bit. Looking down, he found that the dagger did not pierce the heart. If it pierced, he would die on the spot. The head is straight, so the thorn is to the right of the center.

Seeing this, Du Di's heart suddenly burst out with a strong sense of survival, gritted his teeth and got up, took out the dark blue ball in his backpack, and stuck it to his chest through layers of fabric. While it absorbs heat, it can also Hemostasis and pain relief for wounds.

Du Di'an slowly got up, came to the other side of the hunter, opened the first aid kit he was hanging around his waist, and took out a roll of unused white gauze from it, as well as some bottles and jars, some were pills, some were powder.

Du Di'an found the alcohol in it, trembled and lit the flame with a scythe, piled the previously prepared paper on the hunter and burned it, while taking off the upper body of the soft armor, licking the body, although the radiation in the air was high, But it's not a big deal for a while, and it doesn't matter that much.

He put the alcohol in his mouth, lowered his head and spit it on the wound on his chest, then gritted his teeth and pulled the dagger out bit by bit. He wanted to stop, but he still endured the severe pain and slowly pulled out the dagger. Blood spurted out immediately, and the feeling of collapse made him almost faint.

He gritted his teeth, wrapped the gauze around his chest, and restrained it tightly. At this moment, he couldn't find the needle and thread, and it was impossible to sew the wound. The most important thing was to stop the bleeding temporarily.

Soon, the white gauze in front of the wound was dyed red. Du Dian could only roll it layer by layer, tighten his body, put on soft armor, and put the dark blue ball on his chest, hoping that its cold air would make the wound as soon as possible. Stop bleeding.

After doing this, Du Dian watched the corpse of the hunter in front of him burn in the flames, gradually turning into a charred corpse, and a chill rose in his heart.

He rested against the wall while studying the bottles and jars in the first aid kit. What made him bitter was that there were no labels on these medicines. Yes, the medicine is extremely powerful. If you use it wrongly, you will only make yourself more dangerous.

Time passed slowly, and Du Di'an was relieved that the blood stains on the gauze on his chest had stopped spreading, and the blood had stopped temporarily, but he could not exercise vigorously, otherwise the wound would open immediately.

However, God did not care for him again. When Du Dian quietly looked into the distance from the window covered with vegetation, he heard a soft trembling sound coming from the ground in vain. There was a low roar, the voice was extremely familiar, it was the black giant beast from before!

Du Dian, who was sitting on the ground to rest and recover, suddenly changed his face.