The night gradually fell silent, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it seemed to drip water.

Qin Sheng was tied up with a strip of cloth, and a rag was stuffed in his mouth, otherwise there would be a quarrel, and everyone wouldn't want to sleep all night.

However, after giving two consecutive injections of sedatives, he did not continue to struggle, but was asleep.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, his eyes opened suddenly, and then he struggled violently and uneasily, and his mouth made a 'whine' sound. But Chang Heng tied him so hard that even if he struggled with all his might, he couldn't break the strips of cloth.

The sound of light footsteps came closer and closer, pausing next to his sleeping bag.

An incision was cut open from the outside of the sleeping bag, revealing a small slit, Qin Sheng's pupils suddenly burst open, and he twisted his body desperately, as if he wanted to shout something, but his mouth was full of the cloth.

A shocking stream of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

……

In another part of the desert.

Whoop, whoop, whoop.

A heavier breath came from the mouth of the military brother, and he trembled and lit a cigarette for himself, and then threw away the match.

There was darkness ahead, and it seemed that there would never be an end.

On the ground, in addition to the footprints of different shades, there were still shocking blood stains.

Blood, stained all over his trench coat and bandages.

This is a road to the abyss, but Brother Jun shows no signs of turning back.

Around him, countless hideous humanoid objects roamed around, and the muscles on the faces of these 'people' were like folded bun folds, giving people an eerie feeling.

It was as if I was in hell and saw all kinds of evil spirits.

They whispered not far away, occasionally letting out a few creepy roars at the military brother.

Suddenly, several 'people' rushed towards Brother Jun with hideous faces, trying to stop him, but this did not slow Brother Jun's speed down in the slightest.

But seeing that he snorted, he spit out the cigarette in his mouth into the air, and the trench coat shook, and the two AK47 flames hidden in the trench coat danced wildly, paralyzing all the monsters around him to the ground. With a last mouth, he caught the fallen cigarette butt again, squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.

His steps are still so steady.

On his way, a dense mass of corpses was left behind.

At this moment, Brother Jun's eyes under his sunglasses showed a trace of doubt, and his pace slowed down for the first time.

His gaze was fixed on the bullet-riddled corpse in front of him, and there was not much blood flowing out of the terrible wound, but like a small bamboo shoot after a spring rain, full of flesh buds.

Those flesh buds squirmed desperately, healing the wounds around them little by little, although the speed was very slow, but with his own experience, Brother Jun believed that in no more than a few hours, the wounds of these killed things would heal.

"It's kind of interesting......"

Brother Jun raised the muzzle of his gun, and a bullet was aimed at the center of the monster's eyebrows.

Bang!

The moment the gun rang out, the disgusting head was blown up, but the flesh buds did not stop wriggling, but around the broken braincase, countless flesh buds also wriggled.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullet after bullet went into the monster's eyes, nose, mouth, throat, and heart.

But Brother Jun found that the monster under him seemed to be immortal, and the flesh bud showed no sign of stopping wriggling, but the healing speed accelerated......

His left hand touched the back of the waist like lightning, and with a click, he knocked out the old magazine on the AK47 with the new magazine with one hand, and one bullet after another frantically sank into the monster's body.

"Knees!"

It wasn't until the bullet landed on the monster's left knee that the flesh on its body seemed to lose its vitality and stopped wriggling.

Brother Jun smiled slightly, and he continued to walk forward.

Two AK47s hung on his back, and a shiny triangular thorn appeared in his hand again.

The three-edged spur was like a laser-guided missile, up and down along the way, and it sank into the left knee of the monsters.

Brother Jun's every movement is smooth, simple, precise, and full of strength.

I don't know how long it took for those 'people' who were not afraid of death to finally lose their traces.

Keep walking, and there is a narrow hole in front of you. The stone walls on both sides seem to be naturally concave, leaving only a gourd-shaped path that allows only one person to pass through the guò.

Brother Jun was stunned, but still wore it.

The air was not as calm as expected, but filled with a concussive aura, that is, there was a behemoth breathing.

The sound of breathing broke the silence of the night.

A quaint and simple rough sarcophagus lay across the middle of the road, and there was a fist-sized hole in the sarcophagus, and the sound of breathing just now came from the hole.

Brother Jun walked over, flew up, and kicked the coffin lid of several hundred catties open.

Rumble!

At the same time as the coffin lid was lifted, a huge black shadow crashed into Brother Jun like a speeding train.

The three-edged military thorn barely blocked, but the whole person of the military brother was still knocked out like a kite.

A savage-like thing stood not far from him, and the hair on his body seemed to be a ball of yarn, intertwined and entwined on the surface of his body.

"Stiff!" Brother Jun's eyes lit up, and he spit out the burned cigarette butt in his mouth.

Some people say that looking at the year of a zombie can be judged by its appearance, characteristics, as well as nails and hair.

The longer the nails and hair, the longer the thing survives, the less likely it is to be messed with.

And the big zongzi in front of me, I don't know how long it has survived to have such a thick hair!

Two eyes glowing with a dim green light fell on Brother Jun's body, and suddenly Mao Stiff let out a roar, stretched out his claws, and suddenly covered Brother Jun's head.

Bite!

Brother Jun did not hesitate to stab the three-edged army up, and the position where the two collided made a crisp sound.

The three-edged military thorn actually failed to penetrate the opponent's palm, but was stiffened by Mao and bent a little.

The stiff roared frantically, and his strength increased suddenly.

Bang!

The triangular thorn flew out of his hand, and the military brother's arm slammed back, and a pale bone pierced out of the elbow joint.

However, he reacted immediately, turned over and jumped into the air, kicked his two legs on Mao's stiff chest, and with the strength of his feet, Brother Jun suddenly retreated five or six meters.

Seeing the wound on his arm, Brother Jun gritted his teeth and pressed the bone directly.

Click!

There was a crisp closing sound, and the bone was actually stuffed back by Brother Jun.

"If you have the ability, kill me......"

He whistled, stretched out a hand, and raised four fingers in his direction, as if teasing the stiffness.

Bang!

The hair stiffened and stomped on the ground, and the ground actually rumbled and shook a few times.

Don't look at the huge size, but the speed of this stiff is terrifying!

In one sprint, it took four or five seconds to run more than ten meters away, and the huge body slammed into Brother Jun.