"Roar~!oh......!"

Beneath the collapsed church, the lights in the base have not yet been extinguished.

A zombie with a gun, it is different from all the zombies the world knows, its eyes are blood-red, and there seems to be an inexplicable luster in it.

Its roar is rhythmic and sounds like some unknown language - in fact it's because its vocal cords are broken.

"S...... Test...... Special ......"

It roared for a few moments before it emitted a few barely meaningful bytes, which sounded like a person's name.

No, I should say that this is indeed a man's name - right on this buddy's chest.

"S...... Test...... Special ......"

The zombie with the gun tilted its head, its steps stiff, but its direction was clear.

It was going up, up the stairs, and it seemed that there was something on it that attracted it.

It's so slow that it takes several minutes to climb a floor.

Ha, even in the zombies, there are some cripples, like it, it looks like it should be injured legs and feet.

I just don't know if there is any possibility of getting better with such an injury.

"Plop!"

Scott fell, and he tripped over something.

"Bones!"

It rolled straight down the stairs, breaking an unknown number of bones along the way.

“fu~ck~you！”

Stumbling upon its existence apparently has a higher intelligence, but comparatively, its physical function is worse than that of Scott's cripple.

What tripped it was a zombie crawling on the ground, this man's white coat and pale white hair, it is estimated that it should have been a scientific researcher in a wheelchair before becoming a zombie.

It's really uncultivated......

It didn't look to see if the fall had killed Scott again, and the disabled climbed up on its own hands and body as it did.

That's the case with a disability, right......?

But what is it that is calling them to the higher levels?

That kind of thing can only be seen from the perspective of mental power.

There are countless silk threads in the air that spread down from the upper space, and the color of the silk threads is gray-black, and the more the net the silk threads are darker.

They were all surrounded by silk threads, countless threads piercing in and out of their bodies, as if they had some indescribable desire for darker silk threads, and they had to climb up even if they were crawling.

"Ah......h

Scott, who fell down the stairs, struggled to get up, but failed several attempts.

Its legs, which were not very agile, were completely destroyed, and its arms were in general fate.

All it can do is hump on the ground, moving like a caterpillar against its belly.

It can no longer climb even one step of the ladder.

It's just that it's still trying to lean its body up the stairs, slamming its shoulders and even its head up the stairs.

What a pathetic fellow.

What is there up there that attracts it, and what kind of existence would make this poor creature climb up even if it falls into such a situation?

What the hell happened to these zombies?

The invisible silk threads in the air are the color of Lin Ming's spiritual power, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that such a scene should be constructed by Lin Ming's secret technique.

Those silk threads were smelted by the souls of the sacrifices, and they should have been the reward that Lin Ming should have received.

It's just that now, these threads have not fulfilled their mission, but have become a link between zombies as if they had undergone a mutation.

It's also this kind of thing that gives zombies their senses, and even the zombies that 'fu~ck' can say are not strictly considered low-level creatures that only know how to pursue blood food.

However, the 'silk threads' here are still only light grey.

What about the dark gray areas?

What about the black area?

If a zombie in the fringe area is waiting to curse, then the zombie in the center may already be able to engage in scientific research, right?!

Lin Ming, it looks like his experiment has created something amazing......

It's no wonder that the Holy Book made such a compromise.

This world is about to be destroyed, and what Lin Ming has done is obviously to speed up the destruction of this world.

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The night was so deep, there was no moon in the dark starry sky, I don't know if it was obscured by clouds or had sunk to the horizon.

It was a very cold night, and in a high-speed convertible, every bit of heat felt like it was going to be sucked out of the body.

There was only one car rushing back, and there were only six people in the car.

"Linming, you'd better speed it up. ”

The Holy Scripture was like an overseer urging Lin Ming to hurry up, and this was the first time Lin Ming had heard it use such a solemn tone.

Or rather, this is the first time it has been urging a person.

It seems that things are really serious.

"It seems that my experiment must have been successful in one way. ”

Lin Ming smiled, and the corners of his mouth outlined a subtle arc.

This guy's focus is completely different from normal people, and the excitement is probably the same, and the only time he knows that makes him excited is when he is about to be overwhelmed by too much sacrificial power.

Only people who have reached a certain level of psychological deformity will like that feeling, and even try to recreate that feeling on the premise of "ensuring their own safety".

What a madman.

"What are you laughing at?"

Sitting in the passenger seat was Alice, who wore windscreen goggles and clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest.

The night wind was cold, so she began to shiver, and at this time she saw Lin Ming's expression.

What a pleasant look.

"I saw that little light from the sky slowly falling, and we were on our way to that little light. ”

The vague tone was plausible, and this sentence was by no means original to Linming, because he was not a Christian.

But he had killed more than one or two Christians.

Their memories are the spoils of Linming's war.

"It's cold. ”

I don't know if this sentence is describing the temperature at this time or describing Linming's words.

"Don't worry, there will be fireworks soon. ”

Lin Ming grasped the steering wheel, but in fact, he didn't need to be reminded by the Holy Book that he would speed up.

Because he couldn't wait to see the results of the real experiments that he had almost missed before.

It must be a rare beauty.