Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 156: 93. Blessings to the Good Person_3

Translator: 549690339

A cry came through the rain, although it was drowned out by the gunfire, Noland heard the incredibly weak voice.

“Guards! Guards! Yes, you! The one standing on the rooftop lost in thought!

Quickly, save me! I can’t hold on any longer!”

Noland felt surprised that there were still living people nearby.

This was really strange. He had always been using “Tracking the Living” and actively avoiding soldiers and civilians who were alive, so how could he be discovered by someone?

Noland looked towards the direction of the voice, and the corner of his mouth, hidden beneath his mask and hood, twitched slightly.

It was actually Yog, the man who controlled the walking dead…

This guy was slumped on the ground, his arms bleeding profusely, severely injured.

His face was as pale as yellow wax paper, cheeks sunken in, skin and bones, and the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy.

Most importantly, his life force was incredibly thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him to his sudden death.

Under the magic vision of “Tracking the Living,” Yog’s appearance outline had already become close to transparent.

Furthermore, he was at the limit of “Tracking the Living” vision, which was why Noland hadn’t detected the man covered in death energy in time.

Considering that the other party was using death-type magic with good intentions, Noland decided to follow his own code of conduct.

Let the righteous receive a rightful end, and the wicked be punished. Noland hopped and ran on the rooftop, speeding up until he was about ten meters away from Yog.

He raised his hand and fired ten shots in succession, using bullets to sweep and lure the dark wrathful spirits surrounding Yog away, and then blew them up one by one.

rescued the pale man guarded by

almost done for, these strange undead are really tough. I barely managed to shake off

thumbs up to the guard who

party’s marksmanship, he

up from the ground

soldiers are just helping, they’re just sick, so that’s why they appear kind of

deliberately aimed his gun at the walking dead to maintain the

guard didn’t shoot, but aimed the gun

don’t hurt me…l just wanted to help…l’m sorry, I Imow this is against the rules, but I really just wanted to help. All of my comrades died on the battlefield, right in front of me, and I couldn’t

Yogs eyes, his hands covering his face, as he knelt

wanted to help… I have a serious illness,

a gun, and I can’t stand the sunlight. This is the only way I can help you… Don’t kill me, please stop chasing me…l’m a good person, I’m not a Death Notice

reaching into his backpack and tossing over a few elixirs, then leaped off, his body passing through the curtain of rain and quickly leaving the

noticing the elixirs that had rolled to

Life Elixirs! Thank you! Thank you! I really needed

up towards the rooftop, but the guard was nowhere to

his eyes showing confusion and

to his wounds, stopping the bleeding,

ground, ordered the walking dead to crush them with their feet, and then swept all the glass shards into a nearby

you act alone. Since you helped me, I’ll help you. Don’t worry, I will erase these traces for you. I have never seen you before, never seen you. You are a good

the water droplets from his face, unable to distinguish

waved to

soldiers’. We need to escort them to the defensive line as soon

with Yog didn’t affect Noland Lee’s

off his visor goggles, standing in

screaming, roaring,

the battlefield, like standing on a

flood rose, and the invisible pressure converged

feeling he was

the psychological effect of