The back of his hand was pressed red, and he touched his faintly red skin in the cold season, and the subtle pressure transmitted to his mind through the nerves was only a stiffness that was almost numb. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The air was so hot that everyone who breathed was forced to lower their heads in the cold season and calm their wildly beating hearts. I could hear my own heartbeat slowly subside in my ears, and the scene in front of me was blurred by the sudden excited movements, and physiological tears welled up in my eyes.

Her excited heartbeat just now was not as fast as the one she had just escaped.

There was a faint sound of hitting the iron bar, a hollow sound sounded from the iron bar, and the air flow shook under the hollow iron sheet, making a sound one after another, mixed with the sound of the iron chain hitting the ground.

He took two breaths, until the scene in front of him became clear again, and the reddened right hand began to return to its normal feeling, and Leng Ji raised his head again and looked at the front of him.

The zombie didn't have the dull expression just now, his bloodshot eyeballs widened, and the pale face of the cold season was reflected under the scattered eyeballs. The severed hand, which had just been holding down the prey, trembled on the bar, and the other hand moved with its movements. The pinched and bruised left arm trembled and groped for the iron bar in front of him, Leng Ji looked at his arm, raised it little by little, the blue skin rubbed the black paint, and then passed through the iron bar and stretched out in front of her.

The left hand passed through the iron railing, facing the direction of the cold season, and the teeth and claws were far away. The fingers are still intact, the nails are blue and fit on the fingertips, the throat is roaring with a piercing and ugly scream, and the blue nails are scratching indiscriminately in the direction of the cold season, regardless of whether they can touch people or not.

His fingers trembled twice, and Leng Ji almost subconsciously raised his hand to fight back, and the next moment stopped himself. The moving fingers stopped in mid-air, gritted his teeth, and Leng Ji suddenly realized that as long as he blocked with his hand, he would touch the zombie's left hand without accident.

If so, he will probably grab his hand again.

Thinking of this, Leng Ji bit his lip and subconsciously took a step back, away from the hands waving at the air.

As soon as he took a step back, his slightly leaning body hit something, and his backward steps were forcibly stopped. Before I could turn my head in the cold season, a gentle voice came from my ears.

"Are you scared?" The hot breath exhaled from his mouth sprayed slightly on Leng Ji's face, and Leng Ji could tell that it was Wang Chuan's voice, and at this moment, Leng Ji remembered that Wang Chuan had been standing behind him.

"What is your purpose?" didn't answer him, Leng Ji turned his face away, but he couldn't dodge Wang Chuan's movements. Wang Chuan stood behind him, and it was naturally impossible for Leng Ji to go back, but in front of him was the zombie that had never stopped dancing with its teeth and claws, and for the sake of his own safety, Leng Ji naturally couldn't take a step forward. "Let me be bitten to death by him?"

After speaking, Leng Ji unconsciously touched his right hand, the tooth marks left by the zombie just now were still on it, and red blood oozed from his pale skin.

"I don't remember you hanging up so easily." Holding his chin with his hand, Wang Chuan said with a smile. "What's more, this little injury will heal you in a while, right?"

"That's why you're pushing me over?" Leng Ji chuckled mockingly, looking at the zombie's embarrassed appearance, he still remembered the sluggish expression when he saw Wang Chuan. "It's really interesting."

"Of course I'm not that bored." Wang Chuan spread his hands, and his pupils were faintly revealed in his squinted eyes, the condensed brown color was completely different from the dilated pupils of the zombies in the cage. "I just wanted you to see for yourself what it's like to be a zombie."

"I'm sorry, I already knew." Rolling his eyes, Leng Ji followed his gaze at the zombie in the cage, and at some point, the zombie actually quieted down.

The hideous expression froze, his eyes became dull again, there were more bloodshots next to the dilated pupils, tightly lingering around the shadow of Wang Chuan reflected in the pupils, and the hands with fangs and claws no longer moved, just quietly resting on the railing, the brown rust was mixed with the blood stains flowing from his hands, and they couldn't keep up with each other.

"Does it really recognize you?" Leng Ji frowned, his head tilted, and he saw that there was no shadow of himself in the zombie's eyes at all, and his stiff gaze fell on Wang Chuan.

"Look at the way he looks, I'm afraid so." Wang Chuan waved his hand, and the zombie trembled with his movements, and his eyes moved with his movements. The hideous expression gradually faded, and the hand on the iron frame began to be lowered, and for some reason, Leng Ji actually felt that it had tears in its eyes at this time, as if it was a pleading look.

"It's impossible to ......" Leng Ji shook her head, she hadn't seen it, there would be zombies who would still retain their memories after death.

I couldn't believe it, but what Wang Chuan said was not like a fake, the zombie did see Wang Chuan's expression and movements became unnatural, and the eyes that wanted to catch the prey were gone, leaving only a blank.

After thinking about it, while the zombie had not made any further moves, Leng Ji poked his head slightly over and carefully observed his eyes.

The zombie's eyes moved with her movements, his dilated pupils stared at the ground sluggishly, his eyeballs looked at the ground in a daze, and the bloodshot side shone on the figure of the cold season, as if he had noticed the cold season, but his eyes wandered between Wang Chuan and the cold season, and he didn't know who to look at.

Suddenly, Leng Ji saw that the expression on his face had changed again, and the expression that had finally calmed down suddenly became hideous again, the fierce teeth were re-exposed, the breath became not very calm, the hand that had calmed down began to tremble, and the low breathing revealed his current excited mood, and the trembling body with the iron chain around his neck knocked on the iron bar in front of him again and again, making a harsh sound.

Observing his strangeness, Leng Ji also realized that he seemed to have returned to his zombie nature, gritted his teeth, and took a step back vigilantly.

Sure enough, the zombie lowered its head and roared for a short time, when it suddenly stopped, and only the sound of whimpering came from the depths of its throat. It didn't take long for him to raise his head, and his hand was once again through the iron bar, stretching out his teeth and claws towards the cold season.

"Probably, he's a little different from the zombies you usually see." Tilting his head, Wang Chuan's voice came faintly from behind the cold season, and after speaking, Wang Chuan also laughed slightly.

"What do you mean?" Looking at his hideous face, even through the iron bar, the cold season was still inexplicably creepy.

"Probably, similar to a test subject?"