After deciding to be this guide, Chen Bing had a momentum that nine cows couldn't pull back, and let Qi Fei talk badly, but he just didn't change his mind.

For this reason, Qi Fei even took a punch from his master, and after knowing that he couldn't change Chen Bing's mind, Qi Fei could only obediently go to prepare tools for his master and check the weapon.

Chen Bing himself was adjusting his rifle, and the degree of care was no less than Liu Lang's careful observation of a beautiful woman.

Liu Lang shook it over and handed Chen Bing a cigarette: "Listen to Luo Zhou, Brother Chen, have you been a soldier?" ”

Chen Bing glanced up at him and raised his hand to block the cigarette: "I have been a few years." ”

Liu Lang shrugged, put the cigarette in his mouth, and lit it: "Brother Chen took a gun?" ”

Chen Bing was speechless, exited the magazine, and counted the bullets.

Liu Lang said again: "Have you killed a living corpse, Brother Chen?" ”

Chen Bing didn't raise his head, and said with a pity like gold: "I have slaughtered a few." ”

"How many are you?"

Chen Bing stopped talking.

Liu Lang plucked out his ears, smiled, and didn't talk to him again.

After smoking the cigarette and getting the things ready, Liu Lang patted his buttocks: "Let's go." ”

Qi Fei carried a backpack for his master, which was filled with ropes and other tools for Chen Bing to pass through most of the terrain. Chen Bing carried a gun on his back and tied a mountain knife to his waist. As far as ordinary people are concerned, they should be fully armed.

In contrast, Liu Lang looked child's play, and his relaxed appearance was almost as if he was going on an outing. Fortunately, he had two shotguns on his back, otherwise he would have been even less convincing.

As for the servants brought by Liu Lang, Wang Yingxue carried a sword, and the others were empty-handed, which made the survivors of Anshun Street very suspicious of how these people rescued Luo Zhou, and some even wondered if Luo Zhou was hallucinating.

They left through another exit.

Back on the street, the midday sun was fierce, and it was usually this time of day, when the traffic was rush.

The traffic is busy and vibrant.

As for now, the street that Chen Bing led Liu Lang out of is quite safe. And safety means that there are no living corpses. When the wind blows, the streets whine, and it is clear that it is daytime, but it gives people a sense of silence in the middle of the night.

Liu Lang pulled out a loose shotgun and said to himself: "At least the population density is not so large now, and the air is better." ”

Chen Bing glanced back at him, expressionless, pointed his gun at the ground, and walked forward quickly.

While Liu Lang followed, he gave instructions to the servants scattered nearby, asking them to follow.

When they turned a corner, they saw the first living corpse. In a newsstand not far ahead, a living corpse kept hitting the wall in that narrow space.

It seems that he should have been the owner of the newsstand before his death. After turning into a living corpse, he was trapped here.

Chen Bing licked his fingers, and then wiped the muzzle of his rifle. He half-crouched on the ground, raised his arms flat, rested the butt of his rifle on his shoulder, and aimed at the head of the living corpse.

Breathe slowly, then pull the trigger.

Bang!

The head of the living corpse in the newsstand swayed violently, there was a visible bullet hole in the forehead, and blood and yellowed corpse fluid flowed down together.

The brain was destroyed, and the living corpse immediately burped, lying on a large newspaper and not moving.

"Brother Chen's marksmanship is quite accurate." Liu Lang said with a smile.

Chen Bing glanced at him and said softly, "It's okay." ”

He turned around and walked on without saying a word.

Okay, the whole stuffy gourd.

Liu Lang smiled, didn't care, and followed behind the silent man.

The scattered living corpses encountered on the road were all solved by Chen Bing. His marksmanship is accurate, his shots are fast, and his shots are ruthless. Never waste more than two bullets on a living corpse, basically, it's a one-hit kill, and only occasionally need to make up for it.

Liu Lang became the paddling man instead, and along the way, he had nothing to do, occasionally calling 666 to Chen Bing, and he didn't even have a chance to do it.

However, when they came to the vicinity of a highway fault, they heard the roar of corpses.

Coming here, Chen Bing's expression obviously became nervous. Although the living corpse couldn't hear it, Chen Bing didn't dare to make a sound, just gestured to Liu Lang and went into a nearby shopping mall.

Coming to a window near the street in the mall, Chen Bing carefully opened the curtain and looked outside: "We can only go here, and further on, it is the territory of the living corpses." ”

Liu Lang leaned over to take a look, and shouted obediently in his heart. Just under their dirt slope, which was seven or eight meters apart, behind a broken street, were groups of living corpses.

Densely packed, shoulder to shoulder, crowded, and crowded, the streets were blocked by hordes of living corpses.

Inside, Liu Lang also saw mutated living corpses.

A few live jumping corpses kept jumping on the overturned cars and street lamps, hunting the living corpses for amusement with their long frog-like tongues; On the outer wall of the building in the distance, a corpse crawls up and down, in and out of the window, not knowing what it is doing.

I didn't see the hunters and hungry ghosts for the time being, but even the county town of Jinhe had such mutant corpses appearing. With the scale of Weishui, there will definitely be more such living corpses, and there will even be new varieties.

"That's the Panlong Mansion." Chen Bing pointed to a building with a dark exterior in the distance.

Liu Lang squinted, and sure enough, there was a signboard of Panlong Company on the building.

"Okay, Brother Chen, go back first, there's nothing for you here." Liu Lang smiled.

Chen Bing looked at him, and after a few seconds, he nodded and left decisively.

Liu Lang clapped his hands, moved his shoulders, and rubbed his temples. With an order in his heart, the order that had arrived in the nearby street stopped, and only the Benga White Tiger came to join him.

Liu Lang walked out of the mall and strode towards the high slope of the fault. Before he reached the top of the slope, the Benga White Tiger pounced out of an alley and came to Liu Lang in a blink of an eye.

The Great White Tiger, which has strengthened its level 5 strength, has grown in size more than one circle compared to before. And, having unlocked the 'steel skin', its body skin is white-gray. However, it was originally a white tiger, so it was not too obvious to see.

Liu Lang touched its big head, the dead thing naturally didn't react, Liu Lang wanted not to have a cat.

He walked to the top of the slope and appeared on a high place, and immediately a living corpse saw him, and the mutated living corpses seemed to have discovered a new continent. Roaring and screaming, he rushed towards Liu Lang faster than the reaction of ordinary living corpses.

Then, a large number of living corpses roared and rushed towards the fault of the road.

Above the fault, Liu Lang's two fingers interlocked, a faint red light gradually lit up, and the space at Liu Lang's two fingers began to blur and distort a little. That's because the refraction of light changes as the density of air increases.

In a few breaths, the density of the air had almost compressed to the limit that Liu Lang could touch, and when he felt a slight tingling in his temples, Liu Lang snapped his fingers.

Syllable!

A flash of red light shot through the head of a living corpse and landed into the street below.

Chen Bing, who had already turned a street corner, suddenly heard a thunderous roar from behind, the earth shook, and the huge noise almost broke his heart!

Chen Bingdi was not curious, so he rushed to the corner of the street and looked over. I saw a huge fireball rising from the street in the distance, under that fault!

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