Yang Fengjiao was wearing a green military uniform, mixed in the woods, if you don't look carefully, you can't find her at all, her breath is restrained, her breathing is steady, she is like a cheetah at this time.

Entering the hunting state, the hen does not come out, waiting for the opportunity.

She didn't notice that at this time, the blue fat man spit out his tongue, and invisible fluctuations were emitted from his tongue, and the fluctuations spread from Yang Fengjiao's body with special biological pheromones.

All the insects in the trees ceased to move, as if a king had come, and one by one they could not move, and if they had the senses, they would have been terrified, prostrate and even faint.

In the distance, very large factories, a square with a shaved roof.

Two or three people stood still on the roof of the shed, holding earthen shotguns, bows and arrows, with iron axes hanging from their waists, and black cloth around their heads, revealing only a pair of eyes, scanning the surroundings aimlessly.

On the square, the courtyard wall is tightly blocked, the gate and the city wall are surrounded by barbed wire, not only that, but there are glass slags, iron nails, and iron sheets at the door.

On the square on the left, there is a bonfire burning, although the flame is not big, but it is still very eye-catching, the temperature is very high in the daytime, I don't know why the fire is burning.

On the square on the right, there are five wooden shelves, very tall, similar to a cross, dripping with blood, especially on the horizontal wood, there are iron hooks with blood and stench, just glance at it makes people shudder.

Yes......

A scream came from the room.

The voice was sharp and full of despair, and it drilled into the ears, and there was a shock that could not be refused.

But the three guards just glanced at it, and they didn't pay attention, as if anything in the courtyard could compare to the green mountains in the distance and the white clouds in the sky.

"Hang me up!" a roar echoed into the courtyard.

The three guards shuddered, their eyes showing a look of fear, and the hands that grabbed the weapons trembled slightly, but strangely, they soon licked their lips again, and their eyes lit up a little.

Bang dang!

The door to the room was pushed open, and the first to burst out was an eyeless vicious dog, which looked like a wolf, but was stronger than a wolf, and much older.

Then, two strong guards, also wrapped in black cloth, dragged out a disheveled woman, who stared at the people in the room with her eyes dead, bleeding from the corners of her mouth, her head swollen, and her whole body overflowing with spring.

The two strong guards, like chickens, softly pulled her onto the wooden frame, and with great skill pierced the woman's armpit with an iron hook, and then let go.

The red blood dripped from her armpits, and the woman was barefoot, her body dangling in the air, the weight of her body causing the iron hook to pierce her skin and hook her arm bones.

The woman didn't scream, she stared ahead, and she was breathless.

"Everyone, get out of here!" a rough voice sounded in the courtyard.

Out of the dark door came a middle-aged man who was only 1.6 meters tall, with dark skin, short legs and long hands, he was half-bald on the top of his head, and there was a little hair left on both sides, like two pieces of melon skin hanging on both sides of his head, which looked funny and a little weird.

He was a mad dog, and he was followed by two gray vicious dogs, each the size of a lion, standing on the ground, and the mad dog's head could only reach the back of the vicious dog.

With the vicious dog's order, dozens of people quickly walked out of the room.

Half of them were people with their heads tied, half of the rest were scruffy, foul-smelling, unkempt, not much better than beggars, and half looked glamorous, but their faces were stiff, not much better than the zombies outside.

"As you can see, this is the last woman. The vicious dog looked at everyone coldly, "After eating her, we will have no food, if you can't find it, then I have no choice but to choose one of you." ”

In the territory of the vicious dog, women are the playthings to vent, but also the food in the mouth, for him, the value of women is so little, while men are different, they can go to fight, they can clean up zombies, they can also attack the territory of cats.

Recently, he discovered that the brain nucleus of zombies has a strong attraction to vicious dogs, so almost every two days, he will organize people to clean up zombies, and as a result, the number of people in the territory has decreased sharply, in addition to being eaten, there are also dead among the zombies.

Everyone at the scene, hearing the words of the vicious dog, was all stunned, no one wanted to die, and no one could imagine the scene of being eaten by everyone, so their eyes gradually showed madness, and their reason was losing little by little.

The vicious dog looked at the changes of the people coldly, he did not treat these people as human beings, for the vicious dog, these people were his slaves, they were beasts, and they could be slaughtered at will. With vicious dogs by his side, he was not afraid that these people would do anything against him.

"Cook!" he began.

"Yes!" a man about the height of the vicious dog stepped out, his head wrapped in cloth, but also his hands.

"Boil water, prepare to steam," the vicious dog said, "Put all the seasonings and ingredients we have collected, and after everyone eats the last meal, they will go out to search for food for Lao Tzu, and if they don't find food, they will become grain reserves, and draw lots to decide the order of the pot!"

"All right!" said the cook, walking over to the fire, and finding a polished black pot from the corner, a black pot with a diameter of two meters, which was placed next to the fire, and then the cook pushed out a wooden shelf, and hung the iron hooks on the wooden shelf to the ends of the black pot.

Two strong guards, two buckets each, poured in clean tap water, while the cook brought firewood from the corner and made two random strokes, and the bonfire soon broke out.

Everyone present watched the cook's actions, no one stepped forward to help, no one spoke, and the whole courtyard was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

The only thing that was easy was the vicious dog, he was at ease, and even sat leisurely on the chair brought by the guard, the two gray wolves were very obediently lying at his feet, and the one-eyed vicious dog stood still, licking his teeth, looking at the woman hanging on the wooden frame

The blood on the woman's body flowed more and more, and the one-eyed vicious dog with a fishy smell was a little manic, but it seemed to have experienced this kind of scene, so it just made a low sound in its mouth, turned its head and walked around the yard, and then lay at the door and did not move.

The water in the iron pot boiled quickly, and the cook had two buckets of water poured into it again, and then the two guards brought large iron buckets from the room, which was the steamer.

The cook smirked, "Brother Vicious Dog, I'm going to start!"

"Hmm!" the vicious dog waved his hand, signaling him to be casual.

The cook licked his lips, and immediately pulled out two knives from his lower back, one sharp and straight, and the other with a wide scimitar, and after a few staggered rubs, he walked towards the woman on the wooden frame.