Dust's figure flashed to the ice sculpture park that he had been to before. At this time, the ice sculpture park is empty, and it is no longer as crowded as before. Dust sighed, not knowing where to go now.

Although his behavior was considered arbitrary, it was nothing more than the influence of the night. However, he did not regret that he could not have fought for these people, although the voice in his heart kept telling him: it was for the world.

If he lives to fight, he has to fight for what he wants to protect, what he deserves to protect.

"I don't know, what's going on with that little girl. Chen remembered Wu Yun, the girl who wanted to sell him roses that were not very bright, thin and with a little messy hair, but in fact, the girl who smiled very well, did she survive? He didn't know, but subconsciously, he felt that such a girl was the one worthy of his protection, although ......

There's no time to be sentimental here, after all, he's just a newcomer, and he has no experience and can only do it on his own. Luckily, he had done some preparation before, at least by taxi around the huge city, and although there were still many places he hadn't reached, the memories of the map in his mind were enough to support him to do what he wanted to do.

The figure of dust flashed, and then he arrived at the door of a community. Although this was only a civilian area, he sensed that there was a lot of gray light and ghost aura here. Presumably, there were many survivors here, and they didn't dare to drive the car, and they couldn't take the subway, so they could only escape on their own feet, and finally bumped into each other and hid in this civilian area in a panic. Until now, they had been completely in complete darkness with the entire city, and they had no idea why it had become like this. They wanted to escape, but their vision was limited, and the range of four or five meters made them unfamiliar with the streets they once thought they were so familiar, like mindless flies scurrying around. One after another, some people have been invaded by Gray Mang and turned into ghosts.

Oni have very sharp noses, they can smell the breath of living people, and quickly pounce in the direction they are. Although the dust had absorbed a lot of ash before that, it was only a drop in the bucket, and even a huge sponge could not suck an entire ocean dry.

The figure of Dust hurriedly jumped in, and there were quite a few ghosts gathered here, and there were many gray mangs eyeing them around, picking out the hosts they needed, like a regular customer in a slaughterhouse, lazily patrolling his prey.

"What kind of meat should I eat tonight?"

"Which pig is delicious?"

There is no gunsmoke, there is no boss to sit on the ground with you, you just need to look at something, just take those animals away, a bloody feast.

Dust could only barely see the range within a dozen meters of him in the dark, and it was only enough to maintain the range of his battle. He alone could not protect so many people. Of course, the words come first, and he only saves those who he thinks are worth saving.

To put it bluntly, he is also a guest at the slaughterhouse, but this guest is more picky and meticulous. And his goal is different from the other guests, he is to save these people who are ready to be slaughtered, and give them a piece of freedom.

He walked towards the breath of the living, and in a few moments he heard the noise of the crowd, the unbearable scolding, and the cries of babies and women all in the distance, and his heart sank. He understood that this was not accidental, under the night, there were few survivors, how many of those who gritted their teeth and persevered?

He swaggered straight into the tall apartment, where the last of the survivors would gather for miles. The existence in the night seems to be playful, bringing many survivors together, and then watching them kill each other, scolding each other, doing all kinds of things that people dare not do on weekdays, unimaginable evils, can be seen everywhere in the range of people's respective sights, many people who claim to be high in their hearts can't help but have a little bit of nostalgia in their hearts, and with the rising desire, they gradually can't bear it.

Apocalypse City, with a population of tens of millions, has today become a paradise of sin. In fact, there are not as many gray mangs as imagined, and there are even several of them competing with each other in order to snatch the same host, and in the end only one will survive; This made the presence in the night a little dissatisfied. But it doesn't matter, because after the gray rays, more surging attacks will follow—the demons will organize an attack on the survivors, turning those who have not yet been assimilated into ghosts into their own camp, and growing their own power. This is the second stage.

Ordinary people have no power to resist at all.

The gray mangs smelled the unique smell of dust, and without even thinking about it, without the slightest hesitation, they instantly moved away from the dust and turned to other places to find their hosts. They didn't dare to be picky this time, who knows when the evil star will run to them, so that the physical fitness of the host they can host will only get lower and lower.

Dust was quite helpless, because he really couldn't figure out why those gray mangs saw him as if they had seen a ghost, and let his desire to use their power to break through to the second order was frustrated.

There are also a considerable number of ghosts gathered next to them, they are not as conscious as those gray rays, they surround this apartment like a rootless grass layer by layer, their mouths let out a roar like nothing, their green eyes seem to be able to penetrate the whole darkness, they want to transform the remaining humans into their own kind, the more people they assimilate, the more they can increase their power.

This is why even when they sense a powerful, terrifying force standing in front of them, they still choose to move forward, but the pace is much slower than before.

Naturally, Chen didn't save them in vain, otherwise it would be meaningless for him to leave Novo and Shadow. He'd go in to see what was going on inside, to see if these people were worth his help—before the ghost was completely close.

He jumped slightly, and then there was a slight movement of air, and dust jumped onto the top of the fifteen-story balcony. Now this kind of action is easy for him, and it is not difficult.

At this time, in the dark night, there is no light illumination, and from time to time there will be the wheezing of men and women, as well as the sound of incessant cursing and crying.

Some people have lost their parents, their loved ones, they have become strangers to themselves, and they let themselves run fast just a few seconds ago...... Why, can a person be completely changed after a few seconds? They don't understand what's going on, they feel sorry for themselves, or even fight because of a momentary quarrel. A lifeless look, but revealing the smell of a broken jar, like a pile of flammable wood, with a light use of fire, can easily create a prairie fire.

In their eyes, this is a Resident Evil, because it is no different from the scene where a person is infected and becomes a zombie. However, this is indeed even more terrifying than Resident Evil, because they can easily slaughter hundreds of ordinary people with a single person, turning them into ghosts like them, spreading panic and despair to many more people until the end of the night and the dawn of the day.

There are some men and women who feel that they may not survive tonight, and they decide to enjoy it in time, and they have not tried the ultimate pleasure of male and female love, probably from others, or from books and videos. Boys and girls become wives, and the future of their husbands has become uncertain. On the verge of life and death, they burst out with the most primitive desires of human beings, but they didn't want to end up too regretful. This is not bad, you and I are not forced, but it is a typical self-defeating, they are not worthy of being saved by dust.

There were also some who broke cans, but behaved in the same way as those in the gymnasium. There are several elderly people here, but no one is willing to help them, and old age not only means that their physical strength is declining, but also that they will basically be assimilated into ghosts in the darkness of the last days. Why? Because it's exhausting to run here, because what? Because people selectively ignore it, and look at it coldly. The weak eat the strong, and the civilized world is still like this, let alone the dark night of the end?

Dust walked back and forth, except for the incompetent old man and woman, and some children, who only cowered and hid in the corner, silently waiting for death to approach. There was fear in their eyes, they wanted to cry but couldn't, like death holding a scythe around their necks, approaching step by step, and finally the scythe leaned against their necks, slowly drawing a trail of blood, and finally they could only wait for the blood to flow out, flowing all over the ground. Even knowing such an outcome, fear took over everything, and the pressure of death was enough to silence them until they collapsed.

The eyes are dark, or the eyes are empty, the eyes are desperate, and the terrifying death is imminent. In their eyes, Dust didn't see any eyes worthy of his salvation, not even a trace of light, as long as those countless pairs of eyes sparkled in the night like night pearls, that was the purpose of Dust's escape.

Not a single one. Dust walked down the stairs and walked back and forth between the floors. The apartment was full of people, but Dust always quietly made his way through the crowd, looking for the prey he cared about. Alas, no.

He saw nothing but despair, self-defeating, weakness, and beyond that, he couldn't see any sparkle in it, no different from the people in the gymnasium.

Dust hides his figure, and the approaching ghost is already on the verge of beneath the apartment, just waiting to launch a final charge.

Dust sighed secretly, silently opened the door of the apartment, and then snapped his fingers, crisp and loud.

He left here.

Behind, Dust faintly heard the excited howls of the ghosts as they charged and the desperate wails of the people, which were the countless mournful music played in the night......