Built in a food processing plant on the outskirts of S City, a terrible and unusual scream hovered over the factory, like a sharp arrow cutting through the barrier of space, piercing into the depths of the listener's soul, and pulling out a puddle of flesh and blood blurred shadows.

It is the scream of despair before the death of human beings, with strong fear and extreme resentment, converging into a network of spiritual power information that is almost invisible to the naked eye, spreading to the surrounding area in a special magnetic field infection way, and the brain fluctuations of the survivors who hear this sound strangely reach a resonant frequency, thus unconsciously making people imagine a hell scene unfolding in front of their eyes.

Bloody and slimy, it was difficult for them to suppress the panic in their hearts, and they fled in all directions like lost dogs, wolves bèi unbearable.

On the contrary, under the influence of the information network, the scattered zombies wandering around seemed to be bewitched by something, staggering towards this area, accompanied by a faint smell of blood and the cold wind blowing, drifting farther, even the creeping alien hatchlings in the corner could not resist the temptation of food, Zhang Fada's hind limbs rushed to the suburbs, trying to get a piece of the pie.

For some time after the outbreak of the biochemical virus, most of the residents of the nearby area, except for the staff, gathered in the food factory, who hid in the larger processing plant, living on the abundant food and water in the area, and anxiously waiting for the army to rescue.

However, where there are people, there will always be disputes and contradictions, uneven distribution of materials, narrow living environment, and quarrels over trivial things are erupting in different forms every day. People quarrel and fight for small interests, and they harshly criticize the faults of others, but they do not reflect on themselves.

The survivors thought that they would be able to have a long time of peace if they stayed in this place and did not go out, but they did not know how naïve and ridiculous this idea was.

It's okay not to go out, but that doesn't mean zombies won't come to your door!

The low walls can't stop the stacking of zombies, let alone the creeper's ability to bounce, and when the smell of a living person accumulates to one, there will always be an unexpected chain reaction.

Right now, for example, selfish crowds trample on each other and run towards the gates. I only hope that the unlucky guy who is trampled under his feet can delay the bloodthirsty living dead for a while with his flesh and blood, so that he can buy himself some chance to escape.

Crowds of zombies piled up and poured in from all directions of the wall, rushing into the panicked crowd as if hungry, gnawing on the prey they caught. Peel off the bones and skin, and the flesh and blood fly.

The scarce creepers have grown in numbers over time, and the entire food processing plant has become almost a food breeding ground for the creepers, biting off human necks with ease, bathing in warm blood, smashing the fragile muscles and bones of their prey, munching on their hot organs and limbs in front of those who are not yet dead, and enjoying the first of the biochemical prime.

In order to ensure his own life, the ruthless absconder simply clasped the two gates shut without doing anything at the moment when he rushed out of the processing plant, and cut off the hope of the escapees inside with a hideous face. Neatly entangled the chains next to the gate to the iron railing, and when he was done, he ignored the cries of others for help and ran straight to the outside world.

The roar of the beast sounded behind him, and the screams and curses of the fallen came to his ears without landing, but in the face of life and death. Who cares? Even siblings can kill each other, even bloodlines can be betrayed, let alone strangers who have only lived for a few days.

In the eyes of those who successfully escaped, the person who died without means was just a fool, and did not deserve sympathy, not to mention a point or two of apologies and a weak heart, and even half a point of guilt They were stingy to pay. As if it were a matter of course for "fools" to die for their group of "wise men".

Survival is not only a struggle between humans and monsters, but also a struggle between humans and humans.

The catastrophe at the food processing plant is spreading to the surrounding area, and the concentration of creepers is making the catastrophe more difficult. In a demonic world, there is not much sanity to speak of.

A creeper gnawing on half a human leg dodges under an overpass to the side to enjoy a meal to himself in order to avoid predatory behavior among his kind, just as it can eat vigorously. The changing direction of the wind suddenly blew a salty smell on its nose.

Smell of blood...... Food......

It put aside the thigh bone with the minced meat in its mouth, shook its "nose" with only a flat black hole left, and pushed away the yellow weeds on the side of the road to find the fishy place. The staccato smell did not escape the creeper's sense of smell, it was only a hundred meters away, and it only took a few moments to find something related to human blood.

White...... Bloodstained ......

The creeper lowered his head and sniffed at a fresh, shortly abandoned bloody tampon. He even stretched out his long saliva tongue and rolled over the bloodshot above, rubbing his fangs to taste the taste of pickles.

Prey! Alive!

Imprinted the smell of blood deeply in its instincts, it raised its ugly head in the cold wind, its greedy "gaze" staring closely at the winding road overhead, and suddenly jumped up with a low roar.

The wind was mixed with the familiar smell of blood and the smell of another wave of food.

Portions, lots of ......

Following the shallow rut marks and the rotting stench of crushed zombies, the first creeper to embark on a thousand-mile chase in search of the smell of blood has set out, and it is unknown how many hungry hunters will be connected to its tail......

On the ground thousands of miles away in front of them, the convoy that had been resting for a long time set off again, moving forward violently, unlike the survivors who followed more naturally the first time, probably knowing that the pitch-black army in front of them was equipped with guns, in the rear. [,！ The convoy of survivors following drove slightly in the back, carefully maintaining a long distance from the vehicles in front.

Han Xiuyu drove the RV in the center of the convoy as always, but for some reason, he felt a flustered shortness of breath inexplicably.

He clenched his hands on the steering wheel, forcibly suppressed his increasingly chaotic thoughts, and shouted to the bedroom in the car with a slightly anxious tone: "Yun Mo! Yun Mo! "

Yun Mo appeared in the cab with two small bowls of "tonics" with black residues, and asked with a normal face, "What's the matter?"

The cold voice was mixed with a soothing power, Han Xiuyu gradually calmed down the uneasiness in his heart, and said tiredly: "Let's take over the work...... Excuse me, I think I need to rest."

Yun Mo nodded without any opinion, flashed into the driver's seat and grabbed the steering wheel the moment Han Xiuyu got up, and casually threw the dishes in his hand into his arms: "Wash up."

Han Xiuyu stretched out his hand and rubbed the dirty dough a few times, and said weakly: "Stay and clean it up, if you don't rest for a while, I'll be nervous." With that, he walked unsteadily into the bedroom, fell down the aisle of the two small beds, and "slept" in a daze.

The sense of crisis in his heart was ringing the alarm bell one after another, but his mind was not awake because of this nervous feeling, but became more and more drowsy. There were mysterious energy fluctuations slowly generating in his mind, coiling around and chaining in his deepest consciousness, pulling his soul into that wonderful world.

Is that...... Blood Red ......

Yun Mo casually glanced behind her, the slight fluctuation of mental power could not hide her senses, thinking of some of the transformations that this junior might be experiencing, she looked up at the large-scale convoy in front of her, and secretly wondered how long the other party could safely "protect" them?

She didn't believe that the three owners of the convoy were really kind enough to take their survivors to the base, and that the exchange of interests without zài would mean that the deal would not be valid.

She didn't know what the three were trying to do, but it was the right thing to do.

The RV moved forward smoothly and maintained a constant speed, and even Wei Jun, who was in a semi-sleeping state in the passenger seat, didn't notice that there was a different person around him.

Yun Mo took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to her, and easily fished out a handful of ripe high-quality vermilion fruits from the void and stuffed them into her mouth, allowing them to turn into sweet energy flowing down her esophagus into the tendons and veins around her body, soothing some irritable energy fluctuations after chrysalis, increasing the activity of cells, and washing away the pure process of spiritual power.

Except for her and Xiao Chen, who were in a coma, the combat power in the convoy could barely take a look, and if the rest of the people accidentally faced a high-level zombie, it would just end up in a corpse wilderness.

Whether it is the gifted special spiritual power in front of him, or the big man and Zhao Yi who have completely mutated later, at least now, they are not enough to compete with a complete creeper.

As for the group of bodyguards in front...... It's just bait for a slightly slower death against zombies. Don't look at the good skills and each with a gun, the essence of the good and bad is not something that can be made up for by the sophistication of foreign objects.

Yun Mo controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and quickly stuffed all kinds of cultivation crops with rich energy into his mouth with the other, including Fulu fruit that looked like deer antler velvet, cherry-sized creation beads, ginseng and lingzhi that overflowed with spiritual energy, and Zhu Guo that was prepared in batches......

She couldn't tell what she had stuffed in her mouth, and she ate whatever she grabbed in the small space that Enard had prepared for her. Sometimes, she can even fish out a transparent toad at random, and she can swallow it without changing her face.

Although the body after the pupation has been replenished with blood food once, as a container that links the two regular physiques, the energy of blood food can only be replenished for a while.

Before there is time to plunder the power of the rules from the outside world, being able to swallow a little is a little bit, no matter what, filling it up to being able to maintain a long-term leopardization is an indicator that must be achieved.

Yun Mo stuffed a handful of cabbage-like crops into his mouth expressionlessly, feeling the primordial power circulating in his body and the gradually boiling leopard genes, his eyes revealing a satisfied feeling.