Seeing that the seven or eight tentacles had a clear division of labor, a tentacle also appeared directly above his head.

The bone blade at the end was sharp and cold, and it was still reflecting the cold luster and killing intent, slowly approaching the center of his vision blurred by tears, as if it was about to nail through his eyebrows-

The mob, who were howling out of fear and pain, suddenly collapsed completely, begging for mercy, crying, shirking responsibility, swearing frantically, and so on, all kinds of voices poured out in tears and snot, looking extremely chaotic and embarrassed.

And it's completely incompatible with the red-eyed violence before, and the domineering who is bent on violence and murder.

"What is 1000-7?" Xia Ran frowned and asked again.

But one thing that is clear is that at this time, the thugs, who are suffering from fear and pain because of the amputation of their palms, and who are also being stimulated by the threat of death, are not going to do a math problem at all.

No matter how simple this math problem is, their barren brains are completely left with fear and confusion at the moment, and they don't know what they are shouting and crying out of, so they don't have the extra attention to do the math.

Or rather, they simply don't even understand the questions clearly, and they don't understand what the consequences will be if they can't answer them.

The howling wind sounds!

Seven or eight tentacles fell in unison at the same moment, and the sharp bone blades simply nailed through the heads of each thug, causing their croaking to come to an abrupt end!

Everyone's eyes subconsciously widened to the maximum, full of fear and disbelief, unable to believe that they had died like this, worthless, and that no great ambition or lofty ideal had time to be realized.

It shouldn't be like this! It can't be like this!

Why would it be themselves who died? Shouldn't they be the ones who easily torture and kill their enemies? Why is it all the other way around?

Just like he had just killed the thug named Hamasaki or something, seven or eight message prompts sounded in Xia Ran's consciousness almost at the same time.

- Whether it is salvation or destruction, as long as the action that changes the original trajectory of destiny will be rewarded.

Next, do you want to pick a few of the most heinous people to make an example of them, or kill them all?

Xia Ran glanced at the points he had grown, then slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the gate, staring at the group of people over there, to be precise, at the remaining thugs.

It's just that, at such a time, the group of students can't tell the difference.

They just saw that the monster had ruthlessly and simply killed the seven or eight thugs, and the snake-like tentacles retracted it, and then slowly turned their heads to look in their direction.

So all of a sudden, my brain went blank.

"What is 1000-7?"

A cold voice sounded, and the monster asked a question that seemed to have been repeated several times just now.

“……”

“……”

No one can answer such a question.

Just like the students, the rest of the thugs only felt stiff and unable to move, and their minds were even more confused, and they didn't know what they were thinking about in their random instincts.

……

……

At the same time.

At the end of the street outside the large department store, a group of people were running in this direction, with a clear goal.

And it seems that half of them are not bad, able to swing their weapons while running, and hit zombies in front of them with a single headshot, or use a modified nail gun to hit the head in one shot to complete the kill.

The remaining half of the people are closely behind the person who opened the way in front of them, and even if it is not the positioning of the combat unit, they must try to keep up with the team and not be left behind too much...... They even have the energy to talk.

But this is probably because the streets are empty, and there are not many dead zombies wandering.

From this side to the other side, you can count how many sparse zombies there are at a glance, to say an exaggerated word, it is really a person in a wheelchair, who can avoid them in a snakeskin position and rush between them.

However, for the sake of insurance, Poison Island and the others still chose to clean up as much as possible, so as not to encounter accidents to the non-combatants behind them.

After all, it's really hard to reassure, Saya Takashiro has no melee ability, Shizuka Jukawa is naturally a little too staying, and Ciri Alice, who was rescued by them last night, is still a primary school student.

In addition to that, there is a dog......

All of them combined, they may not be able to deal with a dead zombie head-on, so try to choose a more secure way, anyway, the number of zombies is not much, and a few more swings of the weapon will be over.

"This area has been cleared before, so the number of zombies is very rare, do you remember that commercial plaza...... So we just need to pass quickly and not make too much noise. ”

Miyamoto said this a little breathlessly, her face gloomy and she seemed to be very disgusting.

The same is true for the others, who have not had time to eat breakfast this morning, otherwise the square area would have been enough for them to vomit all the night's meal...... Because it's so disgusting.

They had already regretted their decision to go there to take a look at the information, and although from an objective point of view, it was a great thing for the remaining human survivors, but it could not change its mad nature.

"That's what I said, but you heard the voice just now...... It's coming from the mall. Saya Takashiro tightened her face, "It's not just us who are the survivors. ”

"Maybe it was another organized team that did the purge last night?" Komuro tried to think in a positive direction, "Their goal is that large department store, right?" We might be in trouble now, and we're going to get over to ......."

In fact, they searched the area this morning, and found that the number of dead zombies was particularly rare, and they were keenly aware that someone was consciously cleaning up this area.

Immediately afterwards, Saya Takashiro discovered that there was a large department store nearby with abundant supplies, and deduced that the goal of the unknown team should be there, and their wisest choice was to go there-

After all, no one can open the valley, eat and drink, and eat or drink. In a short period of time, they don't need to think about food and water, and they can find some of them in convenience stores on the street or random houses.

But these scattered resources are not comparable to centralized warehouses of supplies, and they must be prepared in advance if they want to think about the long term...... Either way, you have to check it out first, there may be a chance.

"You're thinking too well...... Don't forget about last night's events, human madness and malice are definitely not inferior to those things! ”

However, Saya Takashiro unceremoniously refuted Komuro's naivety.

"Don't let your guard down anyway, not everyone has good intentions, and an unknown team may be a more terrifying threat to others than zombies."

“……”

“……”

Komuro's expression suddenly became difficult to look at, but there was no way to deny it, because Saya Takashiro was right.

Last night, because of a misjudgment, they did not succeed in crossing the river and embracing a safe tomorrow, but because of the impact of the corpses, they had to abandon the car and flee.

Many people died in the mouths of zombies, many died under the weapons of their companions, and many fell into the river and drowned in the chaos...... Not one in ten survives, and neither does their group.

In addition to them, the students in the car were almost dead at that time, and perhaps some of them were still alive, but they were separated from them and were not able to escape together.

The school bus was first breached because a group of red-eyed people wanted to seize the relatively safe mobile fortress, and before the dead zombies swept over, they violently smashed open the bus door, causing a clash and resulting in the death of two students on the spot.

Then there is the new little girl who joins the team, Ciri Alice's father, who also died under the so-called humanity, and they only have time to save this little girl...... In the face of disaster, the moral, legal and other orders have completely collapsed, and the madness and malice of human beings are more terrifying and terrible than the appetite instinct of dead zombies.

"Alright, here we are...... Anyway, let's take a look first. ”

Poison Island said, clenching the white oak wooden knife in his hand, and there was a clear tired look on his face.

When everyone looked up, they saw that the gate of the large department store was across the road, and a faint scream came from it, attracting the attention of the few zombies around.

Anyway, there should be a battle between humans and monsters going on inside, and it's pretty bad.

This is the issue that should be paid attention to at the moment.

The Poison Island Guy glanced at the few people behind him, and then these fighters rushed over first, followed by the rest of the people.

And then—

Everyone was stunned at the gate, because what was happening inside the mall was not the imaginary life-and-death battle between people and zombies, but it was more tragic, weirder, and more terrifying.

The ground was full of flesh and blood......

Corpses littered......

Not far in front of them, the seven or eight relatively intact corpses were lying on the ground, their eyes wide in disbelief, their palms severed, and a large hole in the center of their heads......

The pool of blood under his body had not yet coagulated, and the color was bright, as if he had just died......

- "What is 972-7?" ”

An indifferent voice rang out, attracting their attention.

In the center of the hall, surrounded by a pile of corpses, a humanoid monster surrounded by several huge snake-like tentacles turned sideways towards them, leaning down to ask a bloody man who was struggling in a pool of blood, crying and wailing.

Probably because he only had time to wail and not answer the question, a tentacle flashed, and the bone blade slashed through the air, piercing through the flesh fiercely!

"Ahhhh——!!h The screams became even louder and more violent.

"What is 972-7?" The voice asked again and again, without waves, without pity, without sympathy.

“……”

“……”

Standing at the door, the Poison Island Men and his party looked at this strange and terrifying and incomprehensible scene in a daze, only to feel that their bodies were completely frozen, and an extremely terrifying feeling overwhelmed them like a tide.