After all, Serena could not stop Smith Zhou from doing anything to her. This gap in power is the key factor in determining all of this.

No one knew what she would face, just as no one knew that Serena had fallen into Smith Zhou's hands. Whether it was Zhou Yi or the envoys of light under his command, they thought Serena was still carrying out her mission and looking for Ramamujam in the vast crowd. They were still waiting for the good news for Serena, but what they didn't expect was that they did not wait for Serena, but waited for Ramamujam's own delivery to their door.

After countless hardships and having already become like evil ghosts on earth, Ramamujam finally crossed most of India's land and came to the shelter. And he was able to do this because his will to revenge was supporting his body.

You know, his body has become like this now. He has almost no good skin, and every move he does will feel a pain of being scratched by a knife. He cannot breathe normally and cannot eat normally because these organs on his body are more or less damaged. Such people are only suitable to lie on the hospital bed and breathe continuously, rather than traveling so far to avoid everything for revenge.

But Ramamujam did that. His desire for revenge was so strong that he had already carried out this death trek without caring about his life.

No one knows why he did this, and no one knows how he did this. Today, India has become a wasteland, and this land is full of dangers that can kill human life. Radiation, those mutated beasts, and wanderers who are more terrifying than wild beasts. These are all existences that can easily take his life. Even if he is lucky enough to avoid all this safely, the journey of thousands of kilometers is enough to destroy his body and take away his weak life.

This can be said to be a miracle of life. When Ramamujam appeared in front of the shelter, he used his life to verify how terrible a person's will can do. It is a force that transcends the limit, something that science and all conventional things cannot be explained. Such a person has no reason to not do what he wants to do, even if he has reached the limit now.

Yes, even Ramamujam's will has reached its limit after a long journey. If he had not seen the shelter before, he could still breathe and hold on with the pain in his body. Then now, when he stood in front of the shelter and looked up at the shelter of the gods, his inner will to support all his actions could not stop weakening.

The goal was right in front of him. He knew very well that as long as he walked in and called out his name, he could realize his desire for revenge in his heart. This clear cognition made him feel illusion, that is, he had fulfilled his long-cherished wish in his heart. It was this illusion that all the pain he had suffered before also rushed out of every corner of his body at this time.

This is his body's Jedi counterattack against the will, and the reality's final attack on the mind. Many people fell to this point, just like many of the Antarctic explorers in the past died before the extreme. Rama Mujam is naturally no exception at this time.

After walking thousands of miles without resting well, he really couldn't help but want to have a good rest. His brain and muscles told him this, and in order to defeat his will, these warnings from his body directly made him collapse to the ground.

He had been buried in the dirty soil. The stimulation from the soil and gravel made him feel as if he had fallen into the oil pan and was extremely tormented. But soon the torment subsided, replaced by fatigue and sleepiness that sprouted deep in his brain.

It was as if the pain was no longer important at this time. As long as he had a good sleep, everything could pass through peacefully. It sounded beautiful, but such an ending was unacceptable to Ramamujam no matter what.

He knew very well what it meant to sleep at this time. He knew very well how far he was to the long-cherished wish in his heart. He could not give up at this time. He had endured so much pain before and did not give up. How could he compromise with reality now?

At this time, the will burst out with strength again, and the heart, which was already weak as if a candle in the wind, suddenly rose as if it was poured on a bucket of gasoline. Although this could not change Ramamujam's body, he could stand up as if nothing had happened at this time. However, it was enough for him to overcome the desire to fall asleep and make him charge towards his goal again.

This kind of charge is only spiritually, not physically. The body that can only stagger and crawl in the soil like a maggot can never use the word charge, but all his movements and his crazy spirit can be called this.

He held his fingers into the soil and dragged his almost collapsed body little by little. The hard soil and stones grinded his skin, grinded his flesh and blood, and exposed his thick bones, but they could not make him moan even a slight groan. Because at this time, pain was no longer important. Even if his body was spasming due to this pain, his will was enough to overwhelm all of this, allowing him to always keep it and move forward firmly.

He crawled forward firmly and headed towards his target. Blood poured out from his body, and a long trace was soaked behind him. When the people around him saw this, they couldn't help but exclaim and tremble.

They noticed strange people like Ramamujam who appeared beside them early in the morning. When he collapsed to the ground, many people reacted indifferently to him. This is not to say that they lacked some sympathy, but that in this wasteland, sympathy and other moral things are no longer related. They have the time to control a person who is about to die, at most, that is, they just sigh at him in their hearts.

However, Ramamujam's next reaction was beyond their expectations. They could not have imagined that such a man who was about to die would burst out from there, causing him to do such an almost terrible thing.

Does that hurt? It seems to be very painful. The white bones on your fingers can make your teeth sore. It is hard to imagine how intense the pain on the broken body will be. Ordinary people dare not make any idea of ​​this. They can only watch such a guy staggering forward in awe. They dare not stop him or lend a helping hand.

A person who can be so cruel to himself must not be a good person to provoke. He either has great ambitions or has some terrible hatred. It will not be a good thing to be involved in either of these two, so as long as he is a smart person, he will not choose to be involved in such a guy.

Are the people here smart? Maybe not before, but if those who have survived such a disaster do not learn to be smarter, then they are not qualified to survive. Everyone has become smarter, so naturally, at this time, everyone silently avoids it, giving up a passage to such a dangerous and troublesome existence and a passage to the gate of the shelter.

They did this for themselves, but no matter what, they did this in the end, Ramamujam was cheaper. If it were normal, he might have said thank you to these people. But now he is in a deep hatred of blood, and he really doesn't have the mood to do this. So he just was silent, competing with his body, and continuing his journey bit by bit.

This was a long journey, especially for his body. His excessive demands on his body made the sequelae that erupted at this time fatal, and blood kept flowing around his remaining parts, from bright red colors to dirty blood scabs. It is hard to say how much blood he had flowed through the way. Until he finally approached the finish line, his body was a little hollowed out, because at that time there was no more blood flowing under him.

The dazzling red almost dried up at the end, which is not a good thing. Does a person who has finished his blood have a chance to survive? Everyone knows it. Will such a madman die here in the end? Some people have already started to sigh in their hearts, but just as they sigh, the figure of a messenger of light has already descended before them.

This seems to be a hope, and everyone knows. The messengers of light are the messengers of God, and they can do such a magical thing as resurrection. But these people are not sure whether they will do this. They are not willing to instigate these messengers of gods for someone who does not know people. They do not want to lose their own opportunities because of such a person.

Everyone was silent, and in this silence, Ramamujam had already struggled to climb to the front of this messenger of light, hugged his ankles tightly with his dirty hands, and then spat such a sound from his throat with force.

"Take me in and take me to find your master. I have something to tell him, and I have something important to tell him. Let me in and let me in!"

"You can't go in!"

Although he didn't kick him away, the words he said from the Messenger of Light were even more cruel than such actions.
Chapter completed!