The old man took a few steps back, held the knife tightly in his hand, and stood steadily.

The steps he took back were just to distance himself from the other party, and a shocking wound on his neck was flowing out and blood kept flowing out.

But it was just flowing, and he didn't even have time to cover the broken blood vessels.

No. 71's brow frowned. Of course, she knew how deep the cut was. The other party's artery must have been cut. If the thick artery ruptured, the blood volume would definitely not flow slowly like it is now. The huge pressure is enough to turn a person into a fountain of blood.

"Are you... dead?" No. 71 could hardly believe the scene in front of him.

"Haha, it's ridiculous, right?" The old man actually laughed: "Of course I'm a dead body, and I've been a dead body for 8 years."

No. 71 held the dagger tighter. 8 years? This number made her feel absurd. If it was really for so long, would this guy have been disguised as a human being and lurking beside people? What about the tasks he had completed before? Was it all just for this day to destroy his own team?

This is unscientific and he will not predict the future. Moreover, after so many years, if he really wants to betray humans, he should have a lot of opportunities. However, as far as No. 71 knows, this old man has completed impossible tasks many times, and his performance is completely on the side of humans.

"You look surprised." The old man suddenly said, "Why, do you feel strange that I can hide in the human community for so many years... Actually, I thought so at the beginning.

During a mission eight years ago, my team was in trouble because they were chased by dead bodies. At that time, we still believed in the principle of mission supremacy. We were going to throw away a bait to lure the dead bodies so that others could continue to move forward smoothly... and that bait was me.

This tactic was very successful. I led a large number of dead bodies, but the result was obvious. I died... According to the hunter's thinking, I died very valuable.

But to my surprise, I was resurrected within a few minutes of my death.

Maybe the dead body manipulator found himself cheated and wanted to resurrect more dead bodies on the spot so that he could continue to hunt down my teammates, or for some other reason, in short, I was resurrected.

The reason I use the word [resurrection] is because after I woke up, I didn't even realize that I had become a dead body.

I don’t know if you can understand it. What I mean is that after I stand up, I still have my own thinking, can still control my body, and even feel the pain in my body. The whole process was like I was in a coma for a while and then woke up.

After that, I tried to find my teammate, but I couldn't find it. I had no choice but to change my target and find the person who created the dead body.

You know, if ordinary dead bodies pursue humans with a purpose, then there must be a dead body summoner behind them who controls them.

I finally found that guy and chopped his head. Before I knew that he was still looking at me in surprise, as if he was wondering why I was dead, but still had my own thinking.

Oh, by the way, until then, I finally realized that something was wrong with me. I tried to put my hand in front of my chest. I could even feel my heart beating, but it seemed that it was just a habitual beating. I tried not to breathe anymore. Sure enough, after half an hour, I was still standing, but my heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker, and my brain was a little drowsy.

At that time, I was very panicked and couldn't believe that I was dead because I couldn't feel that I was a dead person. Apart from not having to have a heartbeat or breathing, I couldn't feel that I was different from a living person.

Afterwards, I thought about why I became like this, and in the end I attributed this phenomenon to... the interval between life and death is too short.

You should know that the process between ischemia and necrosis of the human brain takes more than ten minutes. Ordinary people's brains will quickly shrink after death until they become a ball of unhealthy paste. At this time, when they are resurrected, they become dead bodies that will only wander around according to instinct.

But I am different. Before my brain could die, I was resurrected. When I opened my eyes, my brain was even thinking about the moment before my death. My heart was still following the habits of my life and continued to beat, and blood was still sent to my whole body.

In the next few days, I kept in this state, catching up with my team, and returning to the gathering place together. After that, I gradually adapted to this body, but the feeling of death began to emerge over time. For example, my heart gradually stopped beating. Sometimes, if I fell asleep, I would even forget to breathe. Several times when I woke up, I felt that I was no longer myself, my memory was reduced, my skin was dark, and even corpse spots appeared.

But I finally overcame these difficulties because I learned to make my heart beat. As long as I kept thinking in my mind, ‘Don’t stop, don’t stop, my heart has really not stopped’, my body is still operating normally under the supply of blood, like a machine, although I know that as long as I want, I can become a normal dead body.

So in this way, I have always maintained this kind of four-dimensional appearance, eating, drinking water, and performing tasks, but I no longer sleep because I can't let myself be in an unconscious state, which will accelerate the aging of my brain."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly fell silent. He looked at No. 71 and asked with a little ridiculous gaze: "So, my heartbeat is still continuing, I still know my name, I can do everything humans can do, so do you think I am still alive?"

No. 71 did not answer this question, she didn't know the answer, but she didn't want to think, she kept her challenge.

Because she knew that this battle was no longer a battle of the same level, the other party was dead, that is to say, even if she pierced his heart, so many parties would not die.

She is a hunter, she just needs to complete the mission.

However, the old man's next sentence suddenly made No. 71 no longer calm down.

"Oh, by the way, there is something you've thought about?

That is... the dead body has appeared for so many years. Do you think I will be the first person in this situation?

hehe.

I've lived for more than 70 years...

Demon fox.

That is your mentor...I had the honor of seeing her since I was young.
Chapter completed!