Su Changxing checked his palm and found only a shallow scar, secretly admiring how practical this ability was, especially in a post-apocalyptic world lacking medical conditions.
If it weren't for this ability, he might have died several times by now.
The head remarked, "Turns out you're a Dreamer with regenerative abilities, quite rare indeed. In that case, I don't have to worry about you kicking the bucket from injuries. Well, I still suggest you transform into a zombie body."
"My suggestion is for you to shut up."
Su Changxing packed his things, sorted out the pistol magazine; the high-capacity magazine on the pistol had 4 bullets left, and the high-capacity magazine in his pocket had fourteen bullets left.
He filled the fourteen-round magazine, loaded it onto the pistol, which still had one bullet in it, making it a total of sixteen bullets.
Su Changxing privately messaged Huang Biao on his phone, asking for their specific location.
