Poof, poof~!

The sound of flesh and bones being torn apart by the blade kept ringing in Ye Feng's ears, and one zombie after another was chopped to the ground.

The corpse fell to the ground, and Ye Feng and the Dark Whistle player stood on top of the rotting corpse and continued to fight.

In Ye Feng's hand, the fourth-order biochemical weapon flashed with a purple sword that grabbed people's eyes, but at this moment, because he had killed too many zombies, the blade had been covered with dirty blood, and the purple light was dim, if he stopped for a while, there would be a stream of dirty blood dripping from the tip of the knife.

And in the hands of the members of the dark whistle, the same is true of the Death Scythe that emits a green sword.

There is blood splattering everywhere, which makes people feel creepy and thrilled.

The scene of Ye Feng and the twenty-four dark whistle players trying their best to fight is like a brand, falling on the hearts of every survivor player.

They remembered the group of people, the group of outsiders who rescued them from the NPCs and kept them at bay for them.

"Alright, Sentry, retreat." Seeing the last survivor player disappear at the entrance of the sewage pipe, Tianding recalled, and hurriedly greeted everyone. At this time, in his sight, there were densely packed zombies, and not far away, the city wall of the central shelter could no longer be seen.

"I'll go, this smell, no one." After Bai Yi fluttered down to the sewage pipe, he was immediately impressed by the smell in the channel.

"How clean can the sewage pipes be?" Tianding recalled angrily and asked rhetorically, the current "Apocalypse" is no longer the apocalypse that allows players to experience the fun of the game, but the apocalypse of how to survive.

Ye Feng was the last to enter the sewage pipe, and he didn't care too much about the smell inside. After all, he has experienced these things in the real world, and there is nothing surprising about them.

The zombies smelled the smell of fresh flesh and blood, and also followed up the sewage pipe, but fortunately, the space of the sewage pipe was limited, and only one zombie could be allowed to pass through at a time.

Ye Feng walked at the end, as long as the zombies he was chasing were not very close, he didn't bother to do anything, so he let him be in front of him, rotten, rotten.

After walking about 20 meters in the sewage pipe, Ye Feng pressed the pre-set time bomb.

The sound of the explosion came from the entrance of the sewage pipe, and then, the world of the sewage pipe became quiet, no longer the terrifying wails of zombies, only the sound of bodies passing through the sewage.

In the sewage pipeline, after walking for nearly two hours, Ye Feng was able to see again.

The exit of the sewage pipe leads directly to the river, looking at the clear river water under his feet, Ye Feng, like every player who comes out, plops and jumps into the water without the slightest hesitation.

The filth on his body was quickly cleaned up, and then Ye Feng walked up to the river embankment, looked at the group of survivor players, and said, "Follow us, go back to the Ninth War Zone, and I will teach you to kill zombies." ”

The survivor players looked at the dark whistle players beside Ye Feng, and after thinking about it, they all nodded their heads in unison.

"Good, now go home." Ye Feng smiled, he walked at the front of the team, and shouted: "How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe with your son." ”――

The first war zone, a suburban county seat.

After thinking about it in the middle of the night, the Jialan Tyrant finally decided to wait for the Blood Mist here. If you want to survive in today's "Last Days" virtual world, the living people must gather together, as many as possible, so that they will not be consumed by mutated creatures.

The Jialan tyrant knew in his heart that it would not be long before his two hundred people would be defeated one by one due to all kinds of troubles and problems, until in the end, they would cease to exist.

And the reason why the Jialan Guild came to the first war zone was precisely because they wanted to gather more survivors, but what the Jialan tyrant didn't expect was that here, he met Ye Feng and a special team of players with amazing combat power and zombies.

Is it wrong to be in the company of zombies?

In the chaotic last days, is there still a right and wrong?

Obviously not, here, it is not the truth that is right or wrong, but the weapon in hand, and the strength of the team's lineup.

The group of people in the blood mist is very strong, and it can even be said that it is a bit ridiculously strong, and it can be seen from the way they kill zombies with melee weapons that they are a group of well-trained and tacit people.

They are the strong, is the Jialan Guild the weak?

The Jialan Tyrant shook his head, the Jialan Guild is just not as strong as them, but it is definitely not weak, it just hasn't been systematically trained.

Then let them train systematically, wouldn't it be good?

"Are they back?" The Jialan Tyrant raised his head, looked at the place where the blood mist had disappeared last night, and asked the people around him.

"Not yet." The people around him replied: "They may have encountered a wave of corpses, and they don't know if they can live out, but fortunately, you didn't choose to come together with them last night, otherwise, we would be like them now, burying the corpses." ”

"Now, can I say that I regret it?" After the Jialan Tyrant said this, he stood up.

"Regrets?" The people around him naturally found it difficult to understand the meaning of Jialan Tyrant's words, and in his incomprehension, he watched Jialan Tyrant suddenly stand up and look not far away.

"Are they back?" The people around him sighed in their hearts, and they also cast their eyes not far away. Then, he saw a mother zombie slowly approaching.

Not only the Jialan tyrant and the people around him, but also the other people in the Jialan Guild also set their sights on the mother zombie, because this mother zombie, they all knew, was the player who was scratched last night.

Everyone looked at the mother zombie in a daze, and some players raised their guns because of their inner tension, but they just raised their guns and didn't pull the trigger.

As the mother zombie got closer and closer, everyone saw the face that had become pale and rotten overnight, and the pair of incomparably scarlet pupils.

This is a zombie, yes, it is a zombie, but, this time, the tyrant of Jialan, he didn't dare to raise his gun, because he saw two lines of blood and tears from the corner of this zombie's eyes.

"Is it Ah Jian?" The Tyrant of Jialan walked up and asked.

What was surprising was that the mother zombie ignored the Jialan tyrant and did not attack the Jialan tyrant, obviously retaining human consciousness, but spared him and walked straight to the location of the Jialan army.

The Jialan tyrant was petrified in place in an instant, and Ah Jian ignored him, what kind of thing is this, could it be that he held a gun at him before he was resentful?

Turning around with a wry smile, the Jialan Tyrant saw Ah Jian, who had turned into a maternal zombie, walk up to a female player, and he remembered that the female player seemed to be Ah Jian's girlfriend.

The mother zombie can't speak, which is something that has been verified all the way by zombie rain and arrogant lone wolf and others.

Therefore, Ah Jian knelt on the ground, and then, with his fingers on the ground, twisted and wrote: I will protect you.

The female player who saw these words suddenly couldn't cry, and almost wanted to throw herself into Ah Jian's arms, but Ah Jian got up and avoided it, I just want to meet you in the best years.

This is the voice of Ah Jian's heart!

Ah Jian, who had finished his life's major events, walked up to the Jialan tyrant and roared in a low voice, as if he was saying something.

"Can I understand the bird language of zombies?" Jialan Tyrant didn't have a good temperament, he was ignored by this kid before, and he was still a little angry, "Can you write?" ”

The mother zombie crouched down and wrote: "Shelter, rescue, trapped, corpse tide, disappear." ”

The Tyrant looked at it for a while, and analyzed: "You said that the Blood Mist they entered the shelter in order to save the survivor players, and then for some reason they were trapped in the shelter, and then the corpse tide hit, and they disappeared, right?" ”

The people around him were full of black lines on their foreheads, and they really didn't dare to compliment Jialan Tyrant's logical reasoning ability, and said bitterly: "Boss, according to your speculation, the blood mist and them are designated to be wiped out by the corpse tide." ”

"Alive, returned." The mother zombie then wrote two more sets of short words.

The Jialan Tyrant raised his right hand to support his chin, and said thoughtfully, "Blood Mist, they are still alive and on their way back. ”

The people around him are full of black lines on their foreheads, isn't it written by Ah Jian, use you to translate!

"I'm curious, how did they get out of the corpse tide?" The people around him still muttered to themselves.