Where Rocco had fled, a man in a hooded cloak was reprimanding the skeletons and undead around him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You idiots! How many people have escaped! Didn't I let you take a closer look?! As long as a human escapes, they will be executed! What a bunch of brainless idiots! Looks like it's time for me to get you all back! ”

The Cloaked Man stretched out his pale arm and pointed at the undead soldiers, scolding.

"Alas, what to say to this group of idiots, just a bunch of puppets, puppets without any sanity!"

The cloaked man paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and the group of skeleton warriors in front of him did not move.

"You! And you! You two go get him back! He's injured and can't go far, bring me alive! I'm going to make him worse off than dead! ”

The two skeletons turned and chased after them into the jungle.

"What a bunch of brainless idiots, but these humans are enough for recent experiments. I really can't do it..."

The man in the cloak clasped his hands in his arms, his body shrunk in the darkness of the cloak, and one hand touched his chin in thought.

"No matter, anyway, the adult's task is completed, and it doesn't matter if there are one or two less."

The Cloaked Man looked up, looked at the long line, and then slowly followed the procession.

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"Whew, snort, snort" Rocco ran along the narrow path without a foot, the air in his lungs did not turn in it, and he rushed out with the sound of rapid exhalation, it didn't matter, Rocco felt that he was getting more and more uncomfortable, his lungs were getting more and more painful, and his body began to weaken, but Rocco's footsteps did not stop, he still kept running forward, and looked back from time to time.

Alas, it's not okay to just be discharged from the army for two years? Sure enough, if you don't exercise for a long time, the steel and iron bones will soften.

Wrong! I've been running for so long, and it's impossible for me to keep running for so long, even in the army! That's almost 10 kilometers off-road!

Rocco slowly stopped, hunched over and gasping for air, his gaze falling on his hands.

He hurriedly stretched out his hands, as far as the eyes were on.

It's a white man's hands! There is a thick layer of cocoons on the tiger's mouth and grip on the hands!

He hurriedly picked up the grapefruit, the thick arms, and a thin layer of yellow fluff!

He hurriedly bent down and pulled up his trouser legs, the same white skin, but the fluff on his legs was more vigorous!

And I don't wear this dress and pants either!! It's linen, right?!

This! This! This! Crossed? Crossed!? Soul pierced!?

Roctor sat on the path and didn't leave! It's unbelievable! He's going to have a mess of his brain.

What is this called? Rocco looked at his hands and then at his legs, and then he looked blankly at the forest path in front of him.

After a long time, the stabbing pain in his back woke up the godless Rocco.

Alas, the top priority is to save your life.

Luo Ke tore the sleeve of one side of the dress with force, I have to say that the clothes made of linen are very strong, and the wounds that were torn have not been removed yet.

Yes, Rocco simply took off his clothes, wrapped it around his back to his chest twice, and made a simple bandage, as for whether the effect is good or not, the bird belt does not carry bacteria, and it is left to fate.

The technique was rusty, the army's first aid class was not studied well, and after Locke finished it, he found that it was the same as a woman with a bra, and Rocco was also a little helpless.

However, this body is really good, not to mention the six-pack abs that bare waist look pleasing to look at, not to mention that the arms are as strong as a child's thighs, the only drawback is that the hair is too vigorous.

After a while, he still couldn't hold back, and laughed.

I haven't been able to exercise such a good figure in the army.

It seems that there is always a benefit to crossing.

Suddenly thinking of something, Rocco hurriedly reached into the crotch of his pants and grabbed it.

It's a lot! Well, not bad!

Rocco posed naked for a few bodybuilding poses, and he was stunned for a while.

A wolf howl came from the woods, and he was suddenly awakened from his poverty.

You have to find a place where people live and take shelter!

Rocco looked around at the gray haze around him as he walked.

Where is this? There was no sun overhead, and now the trees blocked the light. It's unusually eerie.

Birdsong is always heard in the woods, so why is it so quiet?

The trees here are all purple with purple skin, so they look like cedar trees, right? Pine trees, perhaps? Forgive Rocco, he's just an otaku and doesn't understand these plants and plants, in Rocco's eyes, trees actually look the same, well, poplars and pines he knows.

Gradually, the fog became bigger and bigger, and the surrounding area became more and more silent, giving people a feeling of more and more restless, dark, depressing, dead silence, like a hand pinching the heart.

"There's so much fog in this place? Hey? What is that? Out of the corner of his eye, Rocco suddenly noticed something flashing through the jungle beside him.

"Goo-dong" Rocco swallowed his saliva, now he was a little scared, unknown places, zombies, and these unknown fears... There may also be large carnivores...

It's so weird here, the gray glass-blue sky, it feels like a big cover on it, isolating the original blue, the light is dim, the sky should be dark, and the original hazy fog is also a little thicker.

Rocco began to walk briskly, he felt that he had to find a house or a house quickly, and he couldn't be outside anymore, he just instinctively felt that the night here might not be very peaceful, there would always be something unexpected, right? After all, the zombies have already appeared alive in front of their eyes.

Gradually, the path in the forest is a little wider, and the trend is gradually higher, Roco is walking faster, and the path is wider, indicating that there are more people walking, and there may be people or towns in front, Rocco is now desperate to find a group of people, even if it is some physical evidence, which can prove where he is.

Rocco doesn't know how long he's been walking, only that he's been walking non-stop, it's estimated that it's been a few hours, the jungle path is slowly turning into a mountain road, the glass-blue sky originally had a luminous body, let's call it the sun for the time being, this will not know when it will go down, there are only long stars in the sky, but there is no big moon-like star, the sky is indeed dark, although it is not obvious, but the thick fog before Roco will feel that there is a tendency to materialize.

Rocco secretly complained, after walking for so long, he felt that he really couldn't walk, his legs were as heavy as lead, but he couldn't help but walk. Who knows if there are zombies in those jungles, take a step back, even if there are no zombies, there will always be beasts, such a big jungle can't be without beasts, generally speaking, at night it is the world of beasts, and maybe it will become a delicacy for beasts in a while.

Rocco walked mechanically, and the threat of death forced him not to stop.

Finally, at the corner of the forest path, the wings of a windmill in the distance were slowly turning, and Rocco's eyes were sore, and he almost cried.

"Thank God, Queen Mother, Jade Emperor, Buddha and other great gods, when I settle down, I will incense you one by one." Rocco had a blank check in his heart, and ran in the direction of the windmill with his hands in his hands.

After walking for about half an hour, after passing a few large trees that had fallen due to wind and rain, Rocco came to a small town where windmills gathered. The town is a medieval European-style building, which Roco's limited vocabulary cannot describe, and the town is dilapidated and lifeless. That's not the point, the point is that the town is weird.

Because it's quiet! It's so quiet! It was as if the sound had been silently absorbed by the black hole, only the occasional creaking and creaking sound of the windmill wings around it as it turned, and there was no sound in the big town. The whole town is dilapidated and decaying, like a dead old man.

Rocco stood at the entrance of the town, his face was black and scary, Rocco felt that his heart was about to be filled with anger, Rocco really wanted to scold himself, there are zombies in the wild in this world, so are there still good days in the human towns of this world? At least not around here! And there must be zombies in this town! And it's the original inhabitants of this place! I still stupidly want to find a town to ask about the situation, rest my feet, and get a good night's sleep! I must have been caught in the head by something that resembled a door when I was crossing.

Remorse, self-blame, remorse, and annoyance came to his heart, and Rocco grabbed the stones on the ground and walked towards the silent town, and after a while there were no stones on the ground nearby, and Rocco sat on the ground decadently, pulling his hair with both hands, and pulling hard.

Suddenly, there was a howl of a beast in the forest in the distance, and Rocco jumped up, and he couldn't blame himself, and rushed to the town, which would not be able to control the zombies, and it was the right thing to find a place to hide and wait for dawn.

In a panic, Rocco swooped into the most intact and largest building in town.

This building looks like a hotel in the game of Warcraft, huh? Rocco muttered that the foundation was made of white stones, the top half was nailed out of wood, and the house was empty.

Hmm, it's just that the musty smell is too big, and the nose is wooden.

Rocco came in and took a general glance at the inside of the house, and ran straight up the stairs on the left-hand side, above which was a small living room, and the innermost part of the living room was a small room, Rocco hurriedly got in, the room was empty, there was nothing, there was a fireplace on the left hand of the door, and there was a window on the right hand and the wall directly opposite, which was sealed from the inside with a wooden plank. It seems that there were once survivors here, but now they are missing.

Since the room didn't even have a door, Rocco had to shrink into the corner of the right hand side of the doorway, ignoring the thick cobwebs and dust in the corner, and leaned directly against the wall. Having something to lean on behind always gives people a sense of security, and that's obviously what Rocco thinks now.

After sitting like this for a while, Rocco relieved himself, and after thinking about it carefully, he was unarmed, if a zombie bit him, wouldn't he have to wait for death? Even if you can't bite it, you have to have something to defend yourself, right?

Thinking of this, Rocco stood up, went straight out to the side of the stairs, and looked at the handrails of the stairs, the wood of the handrails was of average quality, I don't know how long it had been deserted, some places had been moth-eaten, and some places had rotted.

It took a long time to find a suitable handrail guardrail, Rocco kicked it, the guardrail broke in response, Rocco picked it up, waved it in his hand for a while, compared a strike action, and returned to his corner when he felt that it was okay.

Rocco leaned against the wall and slowly calmed down, thinking back to what happened today, and it still feels incredible.

Alas, there are thousands of thoughts in my heart but I don't have a clue for a while, slowly my head gets confused, my eyelids also start to fight, a yawn, Rocco lowered his head, I'm too tired, rest for a while, there will be no sound monsters, right?!