One Piece Dragon System

Chapter 448 Happy Birthday!

Chu Han no longer remembers what it felt like when he first went to New Delhi. It is estimated that the other two people probably felt the same way.∞ ∞

Perhaps it is because the man and woman who led the way are no longer there.

And the low temperature that made them vigilant has also disappeared, and what follows is the heat mixed with the pungent bloody smell.

In this kind of weather, if a large number of corpses are piled up, it is likely to emit a large area of ​​rancid smell.

This smell is very pungent, even more unbearable than the smell of blood.

So when Chu Han watched the black-haired young man who was similar to him sitting beside the corpse and eating bread, his expression was really complicated and wonderful.

"You won't still lose your sense of smell?" Chu Han looked at the expressionless black-haired young man eating bread, and couldn't help it, letting go of his subconsciously closed sense of smell.

In less than half a second, Chu Han sucked in a cold breath to completely shut off his sense of smell, and then looked at the young man who finished eating a piece of butter bread in shock.

"After getting used to it, I actually don't feel too uncomfortable." Chu Zihang looked at the veritable corpse mountain and blood, and said lightly.

The corners of Chu Han's mouth twitched slightly, and there was really no way to have a good chat. Can you get used to this?

"If you fight against the endless, invisible enemy, you will get used to it." Chu Zihang's face still didn't fluctuate, as if he was talking about an insignificant thing.

Chu Han was silent for a while: "No, no matter how many enemies I follow, no matter what terrible hell I have around me, I won't get used to it!"

He paused, looked at Chu Zihang, and said seriously: "Absolutely not!"

This is a declaration and a wake-up call to himself.

Although he is not a soft-hearted person, and even heinous in some ways, he is not so indifferent to life and death.

Because of that person, the heart is dead.

Still alive, just because of some amazing willpower, or in other words, obsession!

Chu Zihang didn't understand it very well, but he understood some of the meanings that Chu Han was silently expressing, and he thought about it seriously: "Can people who are dead in their hearts survive?"

Chu Han was silent for a while: "I shook his head, no!"

No matter what or something, once a crack occurs, even if there is a way to repair it, the meaning is different.

Because no matter how perfect the repair is, there will still be cracks remaining.

Chu Zihang lowered his head and remained silent for a while, and said nothing. Since he could not survive, he had to accept the only ending.

Burned to death by the flames ignited by one's own obsession, or died with bitterness after fulfilling one's wish.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent, and the air became depressed, but Chu Han didn't feel it, because his sense of smell was completely closed.

As for Chu Zihang, he could even get used to the smell of carrion. To him, this depressiveness was just like giving a man-man feast to the big stomach king to make appetizers. It was nothing to mention.

Chu Han did not stay in Connaught Place for too long. Although he could shut off his sense of smell, it was no longer the busiest commercial center in New Delhi. The only thing he could see was blood and corpses all over the floor. Probably the most are things like collapsed buildings and melted steel columns.

He walked quietly on the National Highway, which had become a ruin, and looked at the Indian natives who were directing the masses to build buildings not far away. From time to time, there would be a few or dozens of han. Thankful, Looking at him eagerly, worshiping, like a fanatic.

However, this is also normal. Who told the native Indian to be in the disaster, just because of a certain idiot monk’s words, he risked his death to pull up a team, rushed for thousands of miles, and finally it was true. He led a large group of people to escape the crisis of death.

Of course, the weapons and safety lines provided by someone are of course indispensable.

Chu Han stood for a long time, until a faint roar sounded in his ears, and then he continued to move forward.

Almost at the same moment, when he turned around, Katlaris suddenly turned around and looked at Chu Han's gradually disappearing back. His face was a little puzzled. It seemed that someone was looking at him just now. That back is so familiar, it seems to be there. Seen.

Chu Han's speed was not very fast, but no one around noticed him, as if he couldn't see him, a white girl even ran over his shoulder.

Not long after, Chu Han climbed up a hill, which is the center of New Delhi and the Presidential Palace of New Delhi formerly known as "Victoria Palace".

Only now, there are only a few pieces of gravel left, and the rest are extinguished in the sunlight of the "Sword of Victory".

This naturally also includes the white jade platform deep underground, and the spirit parasitic inside?

Chu Han looked at the large open space in front of him, tilted his head, and when he was about to leave, Yu Guang suddenly glanced at a bush that was still intact. There was a little white light in it, shining brightly under the sunlight. Light.

Chu Han raised his eyebrows, and walked over to pick up the white light. An accident flashed through his eyes, which was actually a string of Buddhist beads bracelets.

On the top are two silver beads engraved with the six-character mantra of Buddhism. The center is a cylindrical object with a Buddha painted on it.

This kind of Buddha bracelets can be bought in many places, but most of them are in Buddhist temples all over China.

Chu Han curiously looked at the Buddha bead bracelet over and over for a while, but didn't see anything. The only thing that was worth a little research was probably why this thing appeared in India, a country where Hinduism prevailed.

After all, in Buddhism, but...

Chu Han was startled slightly, as if thinking of something, he raised the Buddha bracelet to the sun, and the dazzling white light flashed from the Buddha bracelet again, but this time, accompanied by the white light, there was also a line of words engraved on the body of the Buddha. .

Chu Han, happy birthday!

Chu Han was silent for a long, long time, a golden light suddenly lit up from the bottom of his eyes, and a group of golden flames rose silently, igniting the string of Buddha bracelets.

Soon, the prayer bead bracelet with 108 obsidians turned into flying ash, dissipating in the palm of Chu Han's hand with the air.

Today is not his birthday, but it is also his birthday.This is the date of birth that the Chu family fabricated for him on July 7, 2015.Today, July 7, 2015 is indeed his birthday.

I just didn't expect that someone would check the admission information and prepare a birthday gift like this.

"Heh, what an idiot, the bald guys are really idiots!" Chu Han lowered his eyes slightly and let out a mocking laugh.

What a joke, he doesn't believe in Buddha, this kind of superstition is not suitable for him.

However, the young man immediately stopped his laughter and silently looked at the clearing in front of him.

But thank you, monk.

Sorry, I didn't save you.

However, the place you want to protect when you die is still there.