What it feels like to die is worse than life? Middle-aged people should have never experienced it. But seeing Ning Meng put the flesh on his arm in his mouth and chewing it with the pain of tearing the broken arm, even the vicious gang boss would be afraid, not to mention that the bullet holes that were shot by guns on Ning Meng were not covered with blood.

He picked up the young man who was lying on the side and bit Ning Meng on his neck. He was actually dead. Although his whole face was slapped by the middle-aged man, he was still breathing. However, Ning Meng directly bit through his artery and poured his warm blood into his mouth, making Ning Meng tremble comfortably. The young man twitched for a moment and handed over his life.

"Ah~ This kind of blood of dying, despair and resentment, drank it in her mouth. However, you can't let the gentleman know about this, otherwise I will never think about it again."

He threw the corpse in his hand next to it like a slack cloth bag, and Ning Meng knocked the middle-aged man's face with the broken arm held in his other hand.

"Okay, it's time to ask you a question. What's the island you are talking about? What kind of ship is it?"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and endured the pain of his broken arm. He did not dare to look up, but he could see that the position of Ning Meng was healing rapidly. The bullets that hit his body were squeezed out by the muscles. In a blink of an eye, it seemed as if nothing was going on, and even the bullet holes gradually disappeared.

The squeezed bullets fell on the wooden floor on the ground, making a clatter, which also made the middle-aged man's heart reach its limit.

"Even if you kill... I'm useless. I can't answer the questions you asked."

Ning Meng usually stays by the side of Ku Ding and doesn't need to use her brain most of the time, but just after the middle-aged gangster in front of him spoke, he suddenly realized that the other party could not answer, not other words. This meaning seemed to be an opportunity. After a rare change of mind, he came up with a very good idea.

"In this scene, you actually have the time to be afraid of other things. Why? What island is more important than your life and death? Or are you really not afraid of death?"

He used his hand to pluck the broken arm in his hand, and Ning Meng began to implement his own ideas.

"You are fifty years old, you see, the muscles in your arms are loose. This is something that exercise and conditioning cannot help you recover. You are getting old and going to death. Yes, you may not be afraid of death, but don't you want to have more active vitality? Just like...I'm like this!"

Ning Meng knocked a bad guy who wanted to crawl away to the ground, and returned to the middle-aged man. He showed his sharp fangs, blood was still stained with it, and his face also showed ferociousness and cruelty, and the deadly murderous aura instantly spread.

"I only give you one chance. I can give you the same power as I think of me. As long as you lie on the ground and surrender to me, you will become another existence. Of course, you can also choose to die, but there is not only you in this room. There will always be someone who understands the real value of the price I give."

It is not difficult to let the dead talk, but that takes time. If Ning Meng's method succeeds, he can have a local underworld group. This seems more like an investment, which is quite interesting, just like a business game that Ning Meng has played for a while, and has a grasp of the situation from another perspective.

"You...are you a ghost?"

The broken arm was violently torn and blood continued to flow, which made the middle-aged man dizzy. Are he afraid of death? Everyone is afraid, but he has to consider what he is facing. Moreover, the conditions offered by Ning Meng have already moved the middle-aged man.

"Ghost? No, I am a zombie. Ghost is just a toy and food that we are stepping on. If you want to become a ghost, I can also agree to you. Let's choose, slag!"

The middle-aged man could only see grayish white eyes, and his blood was flowing too much. He knew that he was not far from death. When he heard Ning Meng's words, although he did not understand the meaning of Zombie, he began to nod and then lay on the ground, waiting for change or death.

"I really want to bite an old man!"

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