Although Song Xiaocheng is only in his twenties, he has also stared at many pairs of eyes in the past twenty years.

He had gazed into the eyes of many people of the opposite sex. Some are muddy because of old age, some are flashing with self-righteous scheming, and some are innocent, beautiful and clear, which makes him obsessed.

He had also gazed into eyes other than humans - dogs' eyes were often honest and friendly, cats' eyes seemed to connect to another world, and goats, though calm and gentle, had strange pupils that seemed to be the gates of hell.

He had even gazed at many things that seemed to be eye-catching: hot craters, dry and rotting tree cavities, silver moons like bright eyes, and corns sores on the soles of his feet.

Even the eyes of dead people, he has seen a lot of them recently.

But there had never been a pair of eyes that could compare to the one he was staring at now.

The left eye is small, low, evenly spindle-shaped, and dotted on the cheekbone, like the eye of a child who has just learned to draw, and the right eye is about the size of a tennis ball, ready to fall out of the socket. The head containing these two eyes seems to be raised high to accommodate the huge right eye. The most amazing thing is that no matter which eye it is, it is pitch black and round, and there is no white eyeball

Although he had already seen the head of this bald freak, Song Xiaocheng still didn't expect that this old man's eyes would be so charming.

"Catch it!!There's a living person here!"

The voice sounded like Frankenstein's, a slow, effortful accent that seemed amusing, but full of vicious cruelty, and a sense of impatience for violence and death.

With his order, the tide of zombies suddenly turned their heads and pounced on Song Xiaocheng.

Although Song Xiaocheng had expected it, he was still shocked. According to common sense, he probably had two choices at this time: either turn around directly, run back to the small shop, guard the door, drag Lao Pi, and fight bravely to death from exhaustion, or run elsewhere, at least Lao Pi will not die for a while, and as for whether he will die or not, that is another matter.

However, Song Xiaocheng also deeply understood a truth: in life, the most important thing is the inner spirit, and in life, the most important spirit is the spirit of "Lao Tzu is biased".

In the face of this "either...... or ......" multiple choice questions, Song Xiaocheng often makes a third choice, such as now.

He bent down on his knees and leaned down, as if he was going to bend down to die, but he slapped him on the ground.

The sidewalks, which had been exposed to the scorching sun all day, still exuded a slight scorching smell even now that it was sunset. But this kind of scorching heat is like a cloud compared to Song Xiaocheng's palm.

With Song Xiaocheng's palm as the center of the circle, the right palm with the Igni runes engraved with the wedge pointed to the ground, and a huge amount of flames were continuously spewed, and the waves of fire radiated outward against the ground, and the zombies within more than ten meters were instantly burned into charcoal.

According to Song Xiaocheng's imagination, at this time, he should be like the "humanoid torch" in the superhero comics, burning all over his body, soaring into the sky like a flaming missile, and then banging on the top of the bald monster's head.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it for the time being, so after temporarily repelling the surrounding corpses with a flame shockwave, he aimed his palm at the bald monster on the roof with all his strength.

"Maybe it will work? Maybe it will make a big difference?" Song Xiaocheng thought.

In the past few days, Song Xiaocheng has become more and more confident in Igni's power. After all, since he got Igni, nothing has ever been intact after his "serious burning".

The bald monster in front of me was the first.

The bald monster was lit all over his body, and he screamed and slapped the flames on his body. Although it looked painful, it didn't fall to the ground like the other zombies, turning into a pile of charcoal, but ran away.

At the same time, the wave of zombies also retreated with the bald monster, and all the zombies also emitted the same strange "woo ah" from the mouths of the bald monsters, and the scene was inevitably a little funny.

"Old Pi, the plan has changed!"

The combat effectiveness of those people in the combat readiness warehouse does not seem to be as simple as Song Xiaocheng imagined. And it's far better organized and disciplined than the group of refugees at the fire-fort. To rescue prisoners or captives from these reckless people, "recklessness" must not be a good choice......

"The correct tactical choice at this time should be to be 'harmonious'. A pentagram appeared in Song Xiaocheng's mind, and he analyzed it with a serious face.

Therefore, when more than a dozen people with black masks and earthen flamethrowers surrounded them, Song Xiaocheng was fearless on the surface, but he was panicked to death in his heart-

"We're here to surrender!"

That's right, this is Song Xiaocheng's new plan. According to the script in his heart, what was staged at this time was a big drama of "pretending to surrender to sincerity, going deep behind enemy lines, secretly rescuing, and being on the spot".

"How do we know you're not two or five boys?" asked a masked man with an obvious minion temperament.

Although they said so, a few minutes later, Song Xiaocheng and Lao Pi were still taken into the combat readiness warehouse by this group of people.

Song Xiaocheng, who grew up in the compound since he was a child, originally imagined that the combat readiness warehouse would probably look like an old-style military compound, but the moment the two iron doors of the warehouse opened, a huge visual impact broke his expectations-

The entrance is a smooth and square shadow wall, about ten meters long and three or four meters high. Facing the gate, in the middle of the wall hangs a naked woman, holding her hands high to the sides with iron hooks through her palms, her feet are tied with iron wire and naturally drooping, the skin behind her back is cut open, and she is pulled outward with iron wire, like two outstretched wings, dripping sticky blood is piled up in a shallow pool on the ground, her head is lowered, and her long black hair is blocked in front of her, and her face is not clear.

"Hail to the Mother of Flames. ”

A man with a black mask muttered in a low voice, leaned down respectfully, dipped two fingers in the blood from the shallow pool and placed it in the palm of his left hand before walking around the shadow wall. Everyone else who passed by the shadow wall did the same thing.

Song Xiaocheng and Lao Pi were brought into the war preparation warehouse and stood in front of the shadow wall, trying their best to restrain the strong discomfort in their stomachs, hesitating whether they should do the same action.

"Hey, newcomer, you're not qualified to pray to her yet!"

When Song Xiaocheng leaned over halfway and stretched out his finger towards the shallow pool, a person next to him shouted to stop him.

Behind the shadow wall is a path that is sandwiched between walls, and the walls are sprayed with graffiti in strange colors. Under the fence is a half-meter-high trench made of red bricks, which crackles and burns, illuminating the road at night like street lamps. There was an occasional head sticking out of the trench, or an arm that could still see five fingers, probably because it was a local material that was dragged in from outside the door.

Scenes of blood or brutality may be inevitable for everyone. Mere staring or experiencing, or even creating such R-class scenes, does not prove a person's evil or good, and the key point lies in their original intentions and attitudes.

And the current layout and decoration in the war readiness warehouse, Song Xiaocheng feels that there should not be too much "justice" or "kindness" to speak of.

Past the shadow wall, a dozen other people scattered, only one with a burn on his eye leading them.

"You two come with me. ”

There were many people wandering back and forth in the courtyard of the warehouse, some topless, revealing their tendons, some wearing sleeveless tops with hoods or ordinary short-sleeved T-shirts, and all of them tried to use black as the main color of clothing. This made Song Xiaocheng, who was only wearing the black trousers he snatched, look very much in the atmosphere, but the old skin wearing pure white short sleeves seemed to be an anomaly.

"New sacrifice? huh, why isn't it tied?" asked someone who was always squatting on the side of the road, staring at Old Pi.

"It's the new brothers, and I'm about to take them to see Lao Ha. The few people who escorted them dealt with it all the way.

Ever since they walked through the warehouse door, the man who identified himself as "Harlow" was the first person they had seen without a mask. The left eye looks like a cataract, the right eye is cloudy and blue, the face is wrinkled, and the chin has a goatee.

"Want to join the Flame Brotherhood? This is the only way for you to continue to live here!" Harlow said, "but the new Christians must first pass the trial......"

Song Xiaocheng and Lao Pi were dragged by the wrists of the two people and straightened their arms.

"Get baptized and sacrifice your bodies to the flames!"

Harlow said, and Song Xiaocheng and Lao Pi's wrists were sprayed with something cold.

It's alcohol.

"Just bear with it for a while, brother!" said one of the people who grabbed Song Xiaocheng and whispered in his ear.

Song Xiaocheng glanced at Lao Pi and saw him with a look of horror. Immediately afterward, their arms were set on fire.

"Ah...... Make a choice, choose your followers, O Lord of the Flames, and let the chosen one stay and let the other die!" Harlow knelt on the ground, arms raised to the sky.

The old skin next to him let out a terrible cry and began to struggle strongly. Although Song Xiaocheng didn't feel anything, he learned Lao Pi's voice to express it a few times, so as not to reveal his stuffing.

In less than a minute, the flame on Song Xiaocheng's arm was extinguished, and Lao Pi was already struggling with a left and right punch, knocking over the two people who were dragging him, and he was trying to extinguish the flame on his arm.

"Blasphemy! shameful blasphemy!!" Harlow pointed at the old leather with a twisted expression, "Catch it! Catch this blasphemer!"

Five or six men with black masks pressed the old skin against a pillar and tied it firmly, and Harlow grinned and walked up to Song Xiaocheng.

"You are our new brother! The Lord of Flames has chosen you and bestowed upon you the highest glory! Brother, execute this blasphemous man for us! Send him to the Lord of Flames!"

As he spoke, an earthen flamethrower was stuffed into Song Xiaocheng's hand, and everyone occupied two rows of cities between Song Xiaocheng and Lao Pi, enclosing a road.

"Burn, burn, burn!" all whispered in unison, waving their fists and stomping their feet.

Song Xiaocheng held the flamethrower and walked in front of Lao Pi with a complicated expression.

"Old Pi, it seems that we don't have a choice," Song Xiaocheng raised an eyebrow, hoping that Old Pi could understand him, "The Lord of Flames has chosen me." ”

"Don't ...... Song Xiaocheng!"

Song Xiaocheng aimed the flamethrower in his hand at Lao Pi, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and a flame roared towards Lao Pi, bursting out a little spark, and everyone around him cheered for a while.

"Ahhhh——!h......h Huh?"

Old Pi was about to scream, but found that the flames sprayed on his body were not as hot as he imagined, and even had a hint of coolness. After looking closely, he found that Song Xiaocheng's right hand was slightly blue, and he was brewing some tricks with an imperceptible technique.

It took three to five minutes for the flamethrower in Song Xiaocheng's hand to gradually weaken, but Lao Pi was still in good spirits. He left the flamethrower in his hand still on the ground and turned to look at the surprised Harlow beside him.

"It seems that the Lord of Flames has chosen the two of us. ”