"..."

Several leper villagers were shocked and speechless by Meng Chao's ferocity.

They either have scales, horns, or are unusually strong. Some even have beast-like fangs and claws. According to normal people's aesthetic concepts, they all look like ferocious monsters.

But in their eyes, Meng Chao is the real monster.

No, he's a god of death who can hunt monsters at will.

"Excuse me, please give way."

Meng Chao shook off the blood and brain matter from the iron chain wrapped around his right arm, took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, and said to the villagers in as gentle a tone as possible, "You haven't seen it yet, I'm from your side, I'm here to take care of you.

Miss Mulian, get out of here."

The villagers looked at each other in confusion and looked at Meng Chao up and down, but did not find any mutation in him.

Knowing that he was also an outsider, a deep distrust suddenly appeared on his face.

"The group of extraordinary beings who just killed innocent people indiscriminately numbered nine in total."

Meng Chao stretched out nine fingers and said calmly, "I have killed five in total, and there are four more that will be found here at any time. If you all hope that Miss Mulian is safe and sound, please hand her over to me quickly. I will

Keep her safe."

Everyone looked at the innocent villagers who were massacred by the so-called "enforcers" around them, and at the three corpses beheaded by Meng Chao. They also heard the roar of the spar engine getting closer and closer above the smoke and under the dark clouds.

They hesitated and gritted their teeth to give way.

Behind them, a slender girl wrapped in a coarse cloth cloak was squatting in front of a ruined wall with other villagers. She seemed to be using all her strength, but she didn't know what she was doing.

Meng Chao frowned slightly.

The reaction of this "Miss Mulian" seemed a little slow.

The other party was clearly aiming at her, and the bullet almost hit her in the head, but she was still ignorant and dawdling?

Meng Chao strode forward and asked, "Miss Mulian?"

The girl in the coarse cloak lowered her head again, said something to the ruins of the wall, and then looked back at him.

Meng Chao was slightly startled.

Suddenly, a very strange feeling arose in my heart.

It was as if a strange energy penetrated from the depths of the other person's eyes into his mind, causing ripples in the depths of his mind.

He carefully looked at this "Miss Mulian" who was regarded as a living Bodhisattva by the leper villagers.

The girl could barely be called pretty, but she was far from the level that would captivate a country, at least not the sharp-edged and aggressive beauty of Lu Siya.

She has a pair of emerald-like eyes, a pair of high-pointed ears, and circles of spiritual patterns similar to the texture of wood appear on her beeswax skin. At first glance, she looks like a statue that has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes.

, a statue of the god polished by the years.

Judging by her facial features, she should be Meng Chao's same age.

But the lingering compassion between her eyebrows makes her full of classical beauty, making people subconsciously ignore her age.

What made Meng Chao very strange was that her face was clearly full of sadness, and Meng Chao could also feel that her soul was suffering great pain, as if she was sobbing silently for the misfortune of the villagers.

But in the deepest part of her eyes, there was a hint of indifference and alienation.

It was as if only half of her soul was walking on earth, while the other half was floating in the sky, watching coldly as a bystander the tragedy destined to unfold.

"Is it an illusion? I actually read so much information from her face in an instant?"

Meng Chao himself found it incredible.

He even doubted whether he knew Miss Mulian in his previous life. The two had a very close relationship?

However, when retrieving the memory fragments, apart from discovering that there is a race called elves deep in the alien world, whose appearance is partially similar to Miss Mulian, no intersection between the two in their previous lives was found.

If you think about it carefully, in the previous life, the Golden Teeth Nest City encountered a very strange fire. Hundreds of thousands of the residents of the nest city were tortured by the flames. Even the unparalleled powerhouses like "Bad Sword" Jin Wanhao seemed to be perished in the sea of ​​fire.

Miss Mulian and everyone in the leprosy village should have been swallowed up by the flames set off by the demon god, right?

I have to wait until the end of the monster war to rise step by step. There is no possibility of having a relationship with Miss Mulian.

And just when Meng Chao was full of doubts, Miss Mulian also frowned slightly, as if she was seriously recalling when and where she had seen this fierce man.

After recalling for a long time, a look of confusion appeared on her face. She just nodded lightly to Meng Chao and whispered: "Yes, I am Su Mulian."

With that said, he turned around again and squatted under the ruins of the wall.

Her voice has a very unique airy feel.

It was as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

But this is inconsistent with her persona of "a Bodhisattva who saves the suffering and saves people in distress."

It's also inconsistent with what she's doing.

Meng Chao took two steps forward, got behind Su Mulian and the villagers, looked under the ruins, and realized what they were doing.

Under the ruins, a person was pressed.

A woman with an ugly face, big and thick skin, and fangs raised at the corners of her mouth, she didn't look like a woman.

But no matter how ugly she looked, the highly bulging belly she held tightly in her hands made her whole body shine with the brilliance of motherhood.

Unfortunately, the faint light is being eroded by the boundless darkness.

The pregnant woman's thigh was pinned down by the debris.

There were several shocking wounds on his body.

The flesh and blood around the wound opened like a baby's lips, and the blood broke away from the dust covering the body and flowed everywhere.

She widened her cloudy eyes and stared blankly at the sky burned by black spiritual flames. Her lips held up by her fangs trembled, as if she wanted to beg the gods and Buddhas far away on earth to at least give her a baby.

A way out for children.

Unfortunately, the ruins weighing down her thighs weighed at least dozens of tons, and it was impossible for a few villagers to move them away together.

And as the blood flowed uncontrollably, her breathing and heartbeat became weaker by the second.

Her body temperature has dropped to a critical level, and the wings of death will descend from the black mist at any time.

Even if the gods and Buddhas of the earth really exist, they cannot travel across the entire universe to save her and her children's lives.

Only Su Mulian still knelt in front of the pregnant woman, holding her hand and whispering in a low voice, seeming to encourage her that she must not give up for the sake of the child, and they would definitely rescue her.

Miss Mulian did not give up, and neither did the surrounding villagers. They inserted pairs of grotesque palms deep into the ruins of the ruins, and worked together to lift the floor slab that was holding the pregnant woman down.

Meng Chao was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and knelt on one knee, stretched out two fingers, and pressed on the pregnant woman's neck and then on her belly.

"She is hopeless. The baby in her belly is not yet full term. Even if it is cut out, it will not survive."

Meng Chao sighed, "You have tried your best. If you don't want to see more innocent people die, come with me now."

He is not a person who refuses to save others.

But the experience of harvesting countless monsters allows him to instantly distinguish the difference between fatal injuries and non-fatal injuries.

The pregnant woman was severely injured. Unless a state-of-the-art medical cabin was transformed within three minutes and the most expensive medical drugs were injected, Daluo Jinxian would not be able to save her.

The cruel doomsday taught him to make choices and not to dwell on the tragedies that had already happened.

Su Mulian stared deeply at Meng Chao.

"No, there is still hope." She said softly.

Then, the two emeralds embedded in the eye sockets suddenly bloomed with a soft and vibrant green light.

The green light is like water, turning into two warm currents, flowing along the arms and pouring into the pregnant woman's body.

Something incredible happened.

The pregnant woman obviously did not take any medicine, and she did not appear to be an extraordinary person with super self-healing ability.

But the shocking wounds on her body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the soothing touch of green light.

Moreover, Meng Chao could clearly feel that not only were the external wounds healing rapidly, the pregnant woman's blood vessels were also filling up again, her and the child's hearts were beating powerfully again, the body temperature was not only rising, but the life magnetic field was also like an indomitable flame, blazing again

Burn!

"This is impossible!"

Meng Chao couldn't believe it.

The pregnant woman regained her vitality, but Sumulian seemed to have overdrafted her life and suddenly became painful and depressed.

But she still forced a smile, looked at Meng Chao and said, "Please, please help me, save her."

No matter how critical the situation is, now that the pregnant woman has regained hope of survival, Meng Chaozhou can't just watch one corpse and two lives.

He observed the overall structure of the ruins, then shot out the chain blade first, wrapped around the two thick beams on top, and pulled them aside.

Then a huge boulder was pushed to the pregnant woman's side to serve as the fulcrum of the lever.

Then he squeezed into the middle of the villagers, and together with these grotesque human beings, stretched out his hot hands, inserted them deeply into the gaps in the ruined walls, shouted loudly, and exerted force suddenly.

Spiritual flames shot out from thirty-six thousand pores again.
To be continued...