Chapter 125

Yila, the cloth on Zhang Mu's trouser legs with a large piece of flesh and blood was directly torn down by a small mouth full of sharp teeth. It is several of the fastest second-order piranhas. Before it uses the water system ability, it tore a big hole in Zhang Mu's body still in the water, and his two legs are the first to bear the brunt.

It was precisely because of the stinging pain of being forcibly stripped of flesh and blood that Zhang Mu suddenly burst out a force in his hand. No matter whether his left arm was numb enough to use his strength, he directly pressed his hands on the bank and wanted to turn over.

But just when he reached the shore, there was a sudden breaking wind behind Zhang Mu. He looked behind him in a panic, but found a fact that frightened him.

Those piranhas didn't give up their pursuit after Zhang Mu left the water, jumped out of the water one after another, and then attacked Zhang Mu in the direction of the explosive force. However, Zhang Mu now has no power to fight back.

Just kneeling on the shore, his leg was injured again, and he was torn to pieces by the swarms of piranhas.

A trace of madness flashed in Zhang Mu's eyes and made an unexpected move.

He clenched the wound of his crippled left arm with his right hand and twisted it directly. In a painful roar, he pulled off his left forearm directly.

Looking at the gushing blood, Zhang Mu's white lips raised a bitter smile and directly put his left forearm to the piranhas flying in the air, while he rolled on the ground.

Sure enough, at the moment when Zhang Mu threw out his left forearm, these piranhas hesitated, stopped twisting and looked at the direction of the remnant.

However, in this gap, Zhang Mu has rolled out a distance. Although the piranha jumping the farthest can still reach Zhang Mu, it still hesitates to see its companions who turn around and share the food. Finally, it swings its tail, controls the direction, falls on the ground not far from Zhang Mu, and then selects the part of flesh and blood that is easier to reach and jumps forward on the ground, He went back to the water.

Zhang Mu's eyes flashed a trace of happiness at this time, as if it was not his arm that had just been torn off.

Zhang Mu, a mutant beast without intelligence, has also encountered them. In the face of readily available food, they always choose first.

Finally, with a chance to breathe, Zhang Mu looked at some of his injuries.

The left arm has been abandoned, the lower legs of the two legs are losing a lot of blood, and there are many soft tissue contusions on the body.

Zhang Mu smiled helplessly. He was so painful that he pulled the wound, showed his teeth again, and slowly spit out a few words, "is it so simple to want me to kill Zhang Mu? Ha ha."

He smiled powerlessly. In this world with three and four levels everywhere, he was forced by a group of second-order creatures despised by others. It was really sad.

But the reality is that he is just a little man struggling on the edge of life and death. Without the identity of era agent businessman, Zhang Mu would have become cannon fodder by virtue of his status as a second-order evolutionist without any awakening ability. He doesn't know where his bones are scattered.

Although it is so, Zhang Mu has no way now. With his current recovery speed, let alone stabilizing the injury and moving forward, it is very difficult to save his life. The injured area of his body is too large, and the power of overdraft is slowly stripping his consciousness.

He forcibly held the last glimmer of clarity and took out a tube of light green medicine from his era merchant ring, which was a first-order recovery medicine he had hidden for a long time but was not willing to drink.

It's ridiculous. The second-order evolutionist uses the first-order recovery potion, but even so, it's the only card that can save his life.

Without hesitation, Zhang Mu poured all the first-order recovery medicine into his mouth. As his Adam's apple rolled up and down, the blood on the surface of Zhang Mu's wound gradually began to solidify.

This is the domineering place of era general goods produced by era store, not to mention that there is no shelf life. Even Zhang Mu with second-order strength now uses this medicine one order lower than him, which has an immediate effect.

Zhang Mu's lips gradually turned red, but he knew that he could never recover from his broken arm. If he now has a bottle of second-order healing potion, there is a great possibility that the broken arm can be reborn.

Moreover, when the wound is completely healed, even the second-order recovery medicine will not be able to return to the sky, unless the high-level treatment evolutionist is willing to give him a shot.

Thinking of the evolutionist of the treatment system, Zhang Mu suddenly saw a white figure passing by.

Who is that?

This figure only stayed in Zhang Mu's mind for a second and disappeared. Zhang Mu could no longer recall what the man looked like. The more he thought about it, the more headache he felt, so he didn't think about it any more.

He smiled bitterly. How could he, a small shrimp with low strength and low status, know an adult of therapeutic evolutionist who is respected among evolutionists?

It seems that he has lost too much blood. His head has been delirious. Have there been some illusions?

With the passage of time, the efficacy of this bottle of first-order recovery medicine gradually faded. This medicine chose to use most of its efficacy on the recovery of Zhang Mu's legs, and there was no spare tendon and soft tissue to repair. As for his left forearm, he was completely abandoned after healing the wound.

It's estimated that in the face of high-level evolutors, you can choose it automatically. After all, even if a whole bottle of medicine is used to restore this arm, it can't regenerate.

Zhang Mu slowly stood up and looked up at his environment. There were many weeds and birds didn't shit. Occasionally, there were several roars of unknown mutant animals.

It seems that it should be washed away a little far, but it should be in time. After completing the transaction quickly, Zhang Mu returns to Luoyang City. Zhang Mu thinks so. He runs out directly after feeling the power from his legs.

Yes, it's very difficult for him to live now. A disabled low-level evolutionist doesn't know how far he can go in this predatory world. Perhaps, in Shanxi city, the first harvest is a pile of gloating eyes.

However, I have to go on. Isn't it still not dead?

The desire for life burning in Zhang Mu's heart strongly supported the fatigue brought by bad luck. In this way, he slowly rushed to Shanxi city.