Although I don't know what Hou Xiaolin's purpose is, since he is willing to go with him, then Song Xiaocheng has no reason to refuse-even if he refuses, what can he do? This guy is really "digging out his heart and lungs can still live, and he can grow up after cutting off his head", anyway, he can't kill him, so he has to go.

It's just that along the way, Hou Xiaolin kept talking.

"Brother, what kind of grudge does Hiratsuka Xie have with you? Do you have to kill him?"

Song Xiaocheng glanced at him, but he felt that this person was verbose and irritable.

"That guy was originally a monster, and so many people in X City died because of him, isn't it just for heaven that I killed him?"

Hou Xiaolin stretched out a little finger and pushed the mess in front of him to his ear.

A person's physiognomy can often become a hindrance, or a disguise. Blocks or misleads those who want to know about the person. Hou Xiaolin suffered from it.

With fair and fresh skin and lush and messy curly hair, coupled with a straight and well-proportioned figure, he exudes an irresistible sense of youth and youthfulness all over his body. For some reason, Hou Xiaolin's body can always be kept in the best condition - even if it is forcibly destroyed by external force, it will recover immediately. Even Hou Xiaolin himself can't say for sure, for himself who has long since ceased to be nostalgic for the world, whether this is a curse or a blessing. Perhaps one day, when an all-powerful god appears to him and asks him to make a wish, he will really say "Please let me die" as in mythology.

Therefore, when this young man who is more than half a hundred years old and Song Xiaocheng is called a brother and sister, Song Xiaocheng naturally only sees the white and tender young man who is indifferent to life and only wants to survive alone, but he can't see even a little bit of wisdom behind it.

"Are there any relatives or friends of yours among the people killed by zombies?"

No. Song Xiaocheng's parents live in other parts of the city. Although they have not been contacted so far, if it is really as Hou Xiaolin said, "only Hetai District and Dujiang New District" have broken out of zombies, and the military has blocked the entire city in time on the same day, then I am afraid that no one who is too close to them has been affected by this disaster.

"Then why do you have to kill him? That guy is loved by these zombies. ”

But Song Xiaocheng is not a zombie, and he has not received any favor from that bald freak, but that Hiratsuka Xie, who spares no effort to try to kill him every time they meet. Maybe it's to fulfill the promise he made to Yuan Zhangsuo, maybe it's because that guy is the source of misfortune and suffering for too many people, maybe it's just for even the slightest chance to restore the city to normal, maybe that guy is born to die, maybe he just shouldn't stand in front of my Red Flame Demon God Song Xiaocheng, maybe there are not so many reasons for him, maybe I just want to kill him!

When Song Xiaocheng roared angrily and sprayed Hou Xiaolin with spittle, Hou Xiaolin's face was not shocked, nor did he agree, only a look of bitterness and melancholy. Song Xiaocheng was far from convincing him.

"So, what exactly do you have to think you can single-handedly take on Hiratsuka Xie?"

Song Xiaocheng picked the corners of his mouth, sneered and shook his head. Stretched out his right hand in front of Hou Xiaolin's eyes, and with a "poof", a burst of fire was held up in the palm of his hand, and with a slight force, the flames that were originally trembling and swaying rose more than half a meter high. The flames ignited Hou Xiaolin's curly hair, but he didn't care, he still had a bitter expression on his face, gently pushed Song Xiaocheng's right hand away, and extinguished the flames on his head, the curls were not at all, and the hairstyle was not messy.

"Hmm. Terrible. Hou Xiaolin nodded and didn't speak again.

Song Xiaocheng didn't feel very proud - not only did his righteous and strict arguments not be recognized by this guy, but he was not even surprised by Igni's strength.

After a while, Hou Xiaolin took Song Xiaocheng out of the city road and into a wasteland. Although the direction was different, Song Xiaocheng also recognized that he had walked into the range of Qinglong Plateau, but the scene was very different from the original memory.

According to Song Xiaocheng's concept of time, at most at this time, it is noon. But the light was getting dimmer and dimmer, and the sunlight seemed to be obscured by something. As the two of them went deeper and deeper into the wasteland, the light grew darker and darker.

Gone were the chest-high weeds and wild thorns, and the only vestiges of the plants were a layer of sticky putrefaction on the ground. Different from the original dusty yellow earth of X City, there was a dead silence on the Qinglong Plateau at this time, and as far as the eye could see, the flat ground seemed to have been killed, and there was no vitality at all. There are knee-high piles of debris all around. There was no need to look closely, Song Xiaocheng had already recognized that there were many complete ribs and skulls inside, and even he saw several complete hand bones. Each pile of bones has a rich yellow-green condensation, as if it is glowing.

The ears also began to become quiet. In any case, the urban area where zombies gather is also lively, at least there is some life. After stepping into the Green Dragon Plateau, the hustle and bustle of the city is gone, replaced by the ubiquitous whispering, like the wind and the air talking. Occasionally, there would be a screech in the distance, like the screams of someone being killed. More of them were still whispering, murmuring and telling in the open and uninhabited places. Full of unwillingness, full of grievances.

There was a smell in the air, it didn't stink, but it didn't smell good either. It's like a rotten plant mixed with the smell of mold. The mysterious environment and bad air made Song Xiaocheng not even dare to breathe hard, and he even felt that the air he was breathing no longer belonged to the world of the living.

Because of the yellow-green "filter" that has always existed, the visibility in front of Song Xiaocheng's eyes has not been very high. After arriving at the Qinglong Plateau, the empty terrain immediately made him realize that it was very easy to get lost in this situation. And Hou Xiaolin has been walking very confidently, as if he has already seen some landmark. Song Xiaocheng began to approach Hou Xiaolin intentionally or unintentionally.

"Song Xiaocheng?" Hou Xiaolin called out calmly and softly.

Song Xiaocheng responded with a look, but Hou Xiaolin didn't look at him.

"Something knows we're coming. ”

There are things, and not "people". If it is placed in normal times, this detail may make Song Xiaocheng a little confused. But now, he has no doubt about it. Not to mention anything alive, even the sound of the wind in your ears and the ground under your feet, and even the air, all express the rejection of these two living people.

"Look. Hou Xiaolin suddenly stood still, "Ghouls." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Song Xiaocheng through the curled bangs, and his eyes couldn't be more clear.

A thing appeared in front of Song Xiaocheng's eyes, which seemed to be a zombie, but the actual appearance was more terrifying than a zombie-

The body is much taller than a normal human, about two meters tall. The carrion all over his body was entwined all over his body, and he didn't talk about any composition and discipline at all, and even the place that should have been his abdomen was full of tendons. Some of the joints twisted in the wrong direction, and even a small hand grew out of the abdomen, from a raised mouth on the shoulder. It's as if someone had wrapped a pile of rotten flesh around a tall human skeleton and improvised some extras.

And the most striking point is its chest.

The left side of the guy's chest shone with a bright red light, as if there was some strong light source in his body, penetrating the weak flesh to reveal light. At the same time, like the human heart, the light is beating vigorously.

Hou Xiaolin took two steps back, but was knocked to the ground by the ghouls who had already rushed forward, and the guy fled with a roll.

And the target of the ghoul is obviously not Hou Xiaolin, but Song Xiaocheng.

At this time, the ghoul who had been bullied on Song Xiaocheng's side was waving a strong and deformed arm towards Song Xiaocheng. Although he had long known that his defense was extraordinary, Song Xiaocheng was still unwilling to take such a blow in vain easily, and when he wanted to bow his head and dodge, he finally became a little sluggish, and was slapped on the head by the ghouls.

Song Xiaocheng only felt a "boom" in his ears, his eyes were dark, and when he reacted again, he was already kneeling on the ground, with his hands propped up on the wet and sticky ground. Before he could get up, he felt another heavy blow on his lower back, and he only felt his hands and knees slip, and he fell to the ground.

Knowing that the situation is not good, the other party has already taken the lead, and there is no time to blame himself for being a dead fat house that lacks exercise cells. While expecting that the other party would definitely have to add a follow-up attack while he fell to the ground, Song Xiaocheng rolled out in the opposite direction with all his strength. Sure enough, the ghoul stepped on the ground with his foot raised.

After rolling and standing up, Song Xiaocheng finally regained his footing, and secretly sighed that the size gap between himself and the other party was too big, if the other party made up his mind to fight hand-to-hand with him, then I am afraid he would not be able to take advantage of it at all. Thinking of this, there was no time to delay and hesitate, Song Xiaocheng's right arm violently exerted force, and a fire dragon erupted from the palm of his palm, and slammed a palm towards the ghoul in the air, and the red flames erupted from his palm as if they were exploding, hitting the ghoul.

Song Xiaocheng's hard blow did seem to have some effect, and the ghoul was hit by the flames and high temperatures and took several steps back, stretched out his arms to resist the burning, and let out a piercing scream, but there were not a few sparks left in his body, and he was still standing, and it seemed that there was no big problem.

Standing in place and slightly stunned, Song Xiaocheng gritted his teeth, secretly ruthless, clenched his fists hard, twisted the strength of his whole body, and screamed and slapped at the ghoul again. At this moment, when the palm of the hand was extended, the whole pillar of fire was like a speeding locomotive, whistling in the air, swirling with wind and fierce breath, roaring towards the ghoul.

The ghoul was obviously a little clumsy, and when he saw that the flames were already in front of him, he didn't dodge or dodge, but still just stretched out his hand to resist. No matter how you resist, after all, it is also flesh and blood, and under Song Xiaocheng's blow, he let out an increasingly tragic cry. The screams echoed in the silent plains of the Green Dragon Plateau, and for a moment they rumbled endlessly.

Song Xiaocheng was inducing the power of Igni's flames, and when he was playing with fire, he felt someone press his arm violently. Shocked, he turned his head to look, and it turned out to be Hou Xiaolin.

"Can't kill him!!" Hou Xiaolin shouted and threw himself in front of Song Xiaocheng.

Song Xiaocheng was taken aback, how could this person be stupid at this time! Just as he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly noticed something strange.

Hou Xiaolin's obstruction was indeed not without reason. The ghoul screamed after being attacked by Song Xiaocheng's flames, echoing in all directions, the sound became more and more deafening, and the whispers in the original air began to get louder and louder - screaming, scolding, cursing, howling, the howl of the ghoul seemed to wake up the undead who had been sleeping in the dirt and dead silence, Song Xiaocheng's ears were already filled with the mourning voice of the dead!

"It's late...... It's late! Song Xiaocheng, we're finished!"