Click, click, click.

Footsteps sounded behind Feng Tiegen.

The black stiff paws of his feet stained with sticky blood rubbed against the fine gravel on the cement pavement, which was extremely harsh in the silence of the night.

Feng Tiegen didn't dare to look back, but desperately moved his broken ankle and staggered forward step by step.

The pain that was so severe that it pierced the brain and spinal cord had to give way in the face of fear and desire to survive.

Smack.

The sound of bones breaking was so clear that Feng Tiegen staggered and fell to the ground, and he struggled to turn around, looking at the skinny zombie, his face full of tears, snot and dust.

The black stiff bent his back and slowly stepped towards Feng Tiegen, the indescribable bright red organs falling from its gumless mouth, and the only remaining eyes were white and godless.

It bent its waist, its long, sharp nails swaying in the wind, unconsciously scratching the ground.

With a cacophony of noises, deep scars were cut from fingernails on the concrete floor.

"Mother!" Feng Tiegen sobbed and shouted hoarsely: "Mother, it's not that I'm going to starve you, it's Zhang Cuifang, it's Zhang Cuifang that woman won't give you food!" ”

Black Stalemate fell on deaf ears.

Hatred, grievance, grief, despair. These extreme emotions that brought the deceased back to life completely dominated the black zombie's consciousness,

There was no room for anything in its rotten mind but revenge.

Feng Tiegen faced the black stiff, sat down on the ground, and stepped back with his hands and feet.

"I'm Tiegen, Tiegen! It's your own son! ”

"Mother! Do you remember? My dad died early, and it was you who pulled me up with a handful of and urine. ”

"There was a natural disaster in the village that year, and every family had nothing to eat, and you were upright all your life, and in order to feed my grandmother, you had to be a rat who stole grain and brought food out of the commune's wind mill."

"The commune found that the food was declining and searched it strictly to prevent entrainment."

"There is no way, you have to sneak into the wind mill before you get off work, take advantage of the darkness, endure vomiting, and swallow the dry and coarse grain one by one, blah, full of stomach bags."

"My grandmother and I were dizzy from hunger at home, and when you came home, your face flushed, and you bent down and started retching on the tub."

"My grandmother and I thought you were sick, and we hugged you and cried, and you were sweating all over, and your back was arched like a shrimp."

"The sound of vomiting was like thunder, and the peas with the smell of saliva and blood fell into the wooden basin like pearls."

"You looked up, smiled at me, and said hoarsely, 'Son, we are saved.' ”

"Day by day, my grandmother and I finally don't have to starve, but you are thin, like a reed pole."

"Our family survived famine."

Feng Tiegen's eyes were red, and he knelt on the ground towards his mother's zombie, crying: "Mother, I'm sorry for you, I'm not human, mother." ”

The black zombie stopped and stood in front of his son, a strange expression seemed to flash on the ugly muscular face.

It trembled and bent down, reaching out to hug Feng Tiegen.

Feng Tiegen's face just showed joy, but in the next second, he was tightly clamped by his black stiff arms.

The black stiff hands clamped Feng Tiegen like iron tongs, making the latter's face flush and the bruises on his face flared up.

"Mother......

Feng Tiegen's eyes bulged, and a word groaned out of his throat.

Click.

The bones were broken, the organs were broken, and Feng Tiegen died, like a puddle of mud, slipping from the black stiff embrace.

The black zombie stood in place, looking at the corpse at his feet in a daze, for a long time, it squatted down, cut open the abdominal cavity of the dead corpse, searched the intestines and scraped the belly, chewed and swallowed.

As the blood eats the stomach, the zombie's withered bark-like skin gradually moisturizes, and the hair on its body shimmers with shine.

If its body had not decayed, if its sanity had not been extinguished, it would have laughed and wept wildly.

It's a pity that there were neither tears nor smiles on that swarthy face.

Suddenly, the black zombie who was chewing his organs smelled the breath of a human being, and it jerked its head up to look at the woods above the rock wall of the winding mountain road.

Leon walked out of the shadows of the longing trees, jumped off the stone wall, and stood on the road.

He had been hiding in the woods for more than ten minutes with his mask to weaken his presence, silently watching the black zombie complete its revenge.

"There is a head for injustice, there is a debtor, there is revenge, and there is revenge."

Li Ang didn't care whether Hei Zombie could understand it or not, and said calmly: "Zombies are born from the resentment of heaven and earth, and they feed on flesh and blood. I won't stop you from taking revenge, but now that the revenge has been written off, it's time to hit the road. ”

The black stiff didn't say a word, and was silent, his eyes were completely covered with scarlet, and there were only two very short and pure emotions left in his eyes-

Hunger, and appetite.

"Can't communicate...," Leon sighed lightly, and confronted Hei Jian silently in the night. The small truck, which had crashed into the stone stump and was emitting light smoke, seemed to be finally unable to hold up, and its headlights flickered and gradually dimmed.

The moment the lights went out, the black froze.

Its figure was like a ghost, and with a step, it lightly crossed a distance of more than ten meters, flashed in front of Li Ang, and swung out with a claw.

The long and narrow nails cut through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and Li Ang, who had been prepared, stuck his feet on the ground like cast iron, and his upper body was straight like a board, and he leaned back,

Without waiting to get up, Leon picked up a short-barreled shotgun filled with steel ball bullets and fired a diagonal shot at the black stiff chest.

The gunshots roared, the projectiles burst out, and Rao is zombie was protected by black hair all over his body, and he was also hit back a few steps by the sudden huge impact.

Leon then stepped up into the gap, changing the bullet, and without looking at the black zombie another shotgun.

The steel balls flew out, completely destroying the shroud on the black zombie's body, but it was blocked by the messy pile of long black hair, and it was difficult to enter again.

Leon quickly changed his bullets, retreated as he shot, and flashed into the woods in three or two steps, disappearing.

The black stiff stepped on the ground, and the small and simple shou shoes stepped out of the bowl and big potholes on the concrete surface, and the body was like an arrow from the string, jumping into the forest.

The forest is full of foliage and branches, dim and silent.

Zombies trample on the soft pile of dead leaves, close their noses, and sniff lightly.

Suddenly, the zombie raised its head suddenly, but saw a black shadow falling from the sky, it was Li Ang, who had been lying on the treetops more than ten meters high just now.

Relying on the weakened sense of presence brought by the face-changing mask, he dodged the black zombie's spiritual sensitivity, and when the other party raised his head, Li Ang jumped and fell freely under the traction of gravity, holding an axe in his right hand and a gun in his left hand, and then with the momentum of gravity, an axe slashed at the black zombie Tianling Gai.

Between the lightning and flint, the black zombie only had time to raise his left arm and block it in front of him.

The Camping Axe, made of high-quality 420 steel, is tough and sharp, and the curved blade unscrupulously tears through the black hair on the surface, chiseling into the zombie's shrunken and withered arm, leaving deep wounds in the radius of the arm.

Before Hei Zhuang could make any moves, Li Ang, who was stepping on the pile of soft fallen leaves, had already stood firm, holding a short-barreled shotgun in his left hand, and pressed the muzzle directly under the ulna of Hei Zombie's left arm.

Leon pulled the trigger, only to hear a dull "bang", and dense steel balls were embedded in the black hair of the zombie's arm.

The black hairs of unknown material could certainly withstand the impact of the weakened bullets, but at such a close distance, the shotgun bullets still shattered the bones of the black stiff left arm.

The whole arm drooped like plasticine.

The long black hair on his left arm swayed in the wind, trying to hook the axe blade, but the stainless steel axe blade coated with anti-corrosion and oxidation coating was like a ruthless scumbag, easily breaking free from the black hair.

Li Ang drew his axe, and with another oblique slash, he was wrapped in the wind and slashed at the black stiff neck.