Dudian was horrified. He struggled to get up, but his hands and feet felt weak. He had been too close before and was also affected by the bomb. At this moment, his whole body ached unbearably, and he couldn't muster any strength.
"You, you little bastard!" Byne's face was covered in blood. He stared at Dudian ferociously, dragging his injured right leg and slowly approaching Dudian. He raised his dagger and stabbed it fiercely towards Dudian's chest.
Dudian quickly rolled to the side and narrowly avoided the blow.
With his right arm blown off at the shoulder and his right leg severely injured, Byne lost his balance and fell onto the spot where Dudian had been sitting. He struggled to get up again, but he couldn't support his body with just one hand and finally fell to the ground. He panted heavily, and his bloody face revealed an extremely intense and crazy hatred. He crawled towards Dudian with the dagger in his hand.
Seeing that Byne didn't have the strength to stand up again, Dudian felt relieved. It seemed that although he hadn't been killed by the explosion, he had been severely disabled. Dudian quickly grabbed whatever was at hand, such as the fallen flower pot, water bottle, and office chair on wheels, and threw them all at Byne's head.
Byne's head wasn't protected by black armor, and he was immediately hit by these things. Under normal circumstances, it would at most make him feel a little pain. But at this moment, the right side of his face had been injured by the explosion. When these flower pots and the chair landed on him, they caused his whole body muscles to twitch, making the already bleeding wound feel a tearing pain.
He roared and waved the dagger, but he couldn't reach Dudian's feet.
Dudian didn't dare to get too close, fearing that Byne would suddenly pounce on him. He suddenly remembered the short sword he had thrown. Although the blade edge was curled, the tip was still sharp. He immediately panted and ran to the place where Byne had been before and quickly found the short sword. When he looked back, Byne had already crawled over.
Just as Dudian was about to get close and stab him, he suddenly saw Byne's ferocious gaze, full of menacing coldness, like a fierce beast ready to strike back at any moment. He hesitated a bit. While he was hesitating, suddenly the ground in the room trembled. With a bang, the ground under Byne, which was the position of the previous explosion, suddenly sank, and the ground within a few meters collapsed.
The floor and Byne fell together onto the third floor. This position on the third floor was also an office, and several desks were immediately crushed.
Byne, who was lying on the floor, felt a sharp pain all over his body from the shock. He groaned in pain and gritted his teeth to get up. Just then, the ground under him shook again, and then it collapsed again, dropping him to the second floor.
Byne, who had just managed to get up a little, hit the floor heavily and then lay still.
Dudian was stunned. He tiptoed to the edge of the collapse and looked down. The hunter didn't move at all. Blood slowly flowed out from his right arm and stained the floor beneath him.
Dudian let out a sigh of relief. He felt completely exhausted. He immediately took a few steps back and sat down in the corridor, leaning against the wall to rest. This building was indeed jerry-built projects. After three hundred years of corrosion, just that level of explosion had caused the floors of the two floors below to shake. If the firepower was a little stronger, it might even blow down the whole building.
After resting for a while, Dudian felt that his strength had recovered a little. He quietly returned to this office, picked up the bundle of deep blue spheres, and left the place.
When he returned to the second floor, Dudian suddenly thought that if other scavengers found this place, they would most likely report it, which would attract the investigation of other hunters from the consortium. His eyes immediately turned cold. He picked up the short sword and went to that office. He saw that the hunter was still lying there, and the blood that had flowed out was almost dry and hard.
He took out the flint from his body and rummaged through the office. Soon, he found a large pile of scattered white documents. He immediately spread these white papers over the hunter. Just as he squatted down and spread the papers on the hunter's back, an accident suddenly occurred. The hunter, who should have been dead already, suddenly turned over, and the dagger in his hand stabbed towards Dudian's chest.
All of this was completely beyond Dudian's expectations. He was stunned. He felt the dagger easily pierce through his soft armor and enter his chest. The first feeling was coldness, and then he felt a sharp pain coming from his chest.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at the hunter in disbelief. The other party had been pretending to be dead? Just to counterattack when he got close?
You must know that he had taken a break in the middle, but during this time, the other party had been able to endure and pretend to be dead all along! It was as if he had expected that Dudian would definitely get close. What kind of belief and endurance was this?!!
"Beast..." Byne slowly raised his head. His face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, but his eyes revealed an extremely crazy hatred. He smiled faintly, as if mocking himself. His head dropped, and the hand holding the dagger also loosened and fell limply.
This time, he was really dead.
But... the dagger was still stuck in Dudian's chest.
Dudian covered the area around the dagger. He was in so much pain that his whole body almost trembled, and he couldn't stand steadily. His body leaned backward and fell. He looked down at his chest with difficulty. He felt that every movement of his body tugged at the muscles in his chest, causing a tearing pain.
"I can't die, I can't die..." Dudian repeated this thought in his mind. He felt his consciousness gradually fading, and his limbs seemed to be getting cold. He really wanted to fall into a deep sleep, but in his mind, the voices and smiles of his sister, parents, and the last scene he saw before the cryogenic chamber closed slowly emerged. It seemed that he could still hear his mother and sister saying...
You have to live well...
You have to live well...
Live on!
He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and his previously dazed consciousness recovered a bit. He looked down and found that the dagger hadn't stabbed his heart. If it had, he would have died on the spot. Perhaps because the other party had lost too much blood and his arm didn't have much strength, he had lost his aim, so the dagger had stabbed a little to the right of the center.
Seeing this, a strong desire to survive welled up in Dudian's heart. He gritted his teeth and got up, took out the deep blue sphere from his backpack, and stuck it to his chest through layers of cloth. While it absorbed heat, it could also stop the bleeding and relieve the pain of the wound.
Dudian slowly got up, went to the other side of the hunter, opened the first aid kit hanging on his waist, and took out a roll of unused white gauze and some bottles and jars from it. Some were pills, and some were powder.
Dudian found the alcohol among them. He trembled and used the flint to ignite a fire. He piled the previously prepared paper on the hunter and set it on fire. At the same time, he took off the upper part of his soft armor and bared his upper body. Although the radiation in the air was high, it wouldn't cause much harm for a short while, and he couldn't care less about that.
He held the alcohol in his mouth, lowered his head, and spat it on the wound on his chest. Then, gritting his teeth, he pulled the dagger out bit by bit. The intense pain made him feel as if his scalp was about to explode and his soul was trembling. He wanted to stop several times, but he still endured the pain and slowly pulled out the dagger. Blood immediately gushed out, and a feeling of weakness almost made him faint.
He gritted his teeth tightly and wrapped the gauze around his chest, tightening it firmly. At this moment, he couldn't find a needle and thread, so it was impossible to stitch the wound. Stopping the bleeding was the most important thing for now.
Soon, the white gauze in front of the wound was stained red. Dudian could only wrap layer after layer, tightening his body. Then he put on the soft armor and placed the deep blue sphere on his chest, hoping that its coldness could stop the bleeding of the wound as soon as possible.
After doing all this, Dudian watched as the hunter's body burned in the fire and gradually turned into a charred corpse. A chill rose in his heart. These hunters were indeed not to be underestimated. He would have to be more cautious when encountering them in the future!
He leaned against the wall to rest and at the same time studied the bottles and jars in the first aid kit. To his dismay, there were no labels on these medicines. He didn't dare to take them casually. After all, these medicines were designed for the hunter's constitution, and their medicinal effects were extremely strong. If he used them wrongly, it would only put him in more danger.
Time passed slowly. To Dudian's relief, the bloodstain on the gauze on his chest stopped spreading, and the bleeding had been temporarily stopped. However, he couldn't move violently, or the wound would open immediately.
However, luck didn't favor him again. When Dudian was quietly looking into the distance through the window covered with vegetation, he suddenly heard a gentle trembling sound coming from the ground. At the same time, a low growl suddenly came from the distant street outside the window. The sound was extremely familiar. It was the huge black beast from before!
Dudian, who was sitting on the ground resting and treating his injuries, suddenly turned pale.