The black stiff with his black mane glared at Leon with his only remaining eye, and jumped out of the Great Hall as if he had a spring on the soles of his feet, and galloped along the two-car wide country road to the left of the gate, quickly disappearing into the night.

Even a grenade can't blow up ....

Leon, who poked his head out from behind the pile of tables and chairs, let out a breath of turbidity, patted off the sawdust on his body, and stepped out the door.

At this time, the three villagers who were playing cards together before had already led the strong men of the village to hurry to the entrance of the Great Hall along the right road on motorcycles, tricycles, and bicycles.

Looking at it suddenly, these villagers with flashlights, torches, nail rakes, pitchforks, firewood knives, and even earth-made firecrackers for hunting are all in a row, and there is still a bit of deterrence in the night.

Living in a treacherous place like Yinshan Village, you can't fight bravely if you want to.

It's a pity that this kind of brave fighting is still so useful when fighting for water and fighting between the two villages, and when it comes to a black zombie that can't even break through with an assault rifle, it's basically to deliver food.

"Hammer, where's that thing?"

The strong man with the head got off the motorcycle, waved the fire gun in his hand, and asked Leon.

Li Ang glanced at the villagers who were worried about their combat strength, shook his head, and said expressionlessly: "The road on the left, where does it lead?" ”

The strong man was swept away by Li Ang's calm gaze, and subconsciously replied, "Provincial capital." ”

Leon nodded, stepped forward, stepped straight onto the motorcycle belonging to the strong man, twisted the accelerator, and chased along the black and stiff footprints.

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Feng Tiegen drove a silver-gray Wuling pickup truck with its headlights on the winding mountain road.

The night was deep, and the dense branches hanging from the low mountain walls, like dense fishing nets, obscured the cold moonlight.

Feng Tiegen was going to the county seat to apply for her mother's funeral certificate.

His wife, Zhang Cuifang, was sitting in the passenger seat, with a thin face, prominent cheekbones, dyed brown hair, heavy makeup on her face, and was leaning against the window to watch short videos.

The inexplicable laughter and noisy soundtrack in the short video echoed in the cramped car, Feng Tiegen was upset when he heard it, took a deep breath, and said to his wife: "Is it okay to stop?" ”

As if she didn't hear it, Zhang Cuifang changed her posture and continued to scroll the screen and laugh, and the volume of her mobile phone was even a little louder.

Anger suddenly rose, Feng Tiegen turned his head and shouted, "Turn off the voice!" Don't you hear? ”

Zhang Cuifang was stunned for a moment, looking at her cowardly husband who was usually timid and afraid of things with an unbelievable gaze, "You dare to yell at me? ”

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Tiegen gritted his teeth, "If it weren't for you stinky, would my mother die?" ....”

"What did you say?" Zhang Cuifang stared, the whites of her eyes occupying most of the eyeballs seemed to be protruding, "Feng Tiegen, you are really getting more and more shameless, who said that the treatment was too expensive?" Who said it was too tiring to take care of an old lady? And who brought his mother into the cowshed?

You went out to play cards by yourself and fell asleep, and you blamed others for not bringing food to your mother? ”

Feng Tiegen clenched the steering wheel, and the green tendons on his fingers burst out, as if he was about to pinch the steering wheel alive.

"Yo, what, do you want to beat someone?" Zhang Cuifang glanced at her husband, Shi Shiran put down the phone, twisted her body and lay down in the seat, and sneered: "Eh, Feng Tiegen, Feng Tiegen, I'm surprised, how could I be blind and marry such a useless bastard like you..."

Ridicule, mockery, all kinds of cynicism, snarky words, splashed out of Zhang Cuifang's mouth like a machine-gun bullet.

Suddenly, the storm of ridicule subsided instantly, Feng Tiegen subconsciously turned around, but saw Zhang Cuifang staring at the rearview mirror, and her face, which was already heavily makeup, turned pale.

Tadd, step, step, step, step.

The sound of a very rhythmic running sounded in the back of the truck, and from the rearview mirror, Feng Tiegen saw a thin black figure in a brown shroud running along the winding mountain road.

The pace of the figure's running pace was not fast, but the pace spacing was extremely long, and every time it jumped and landed, it could step a distance of seven or eight meters, and it looked like it was floating in the air.

And its gray hair was straight behind him like a straight line, and the hem of its brown shroud danced violently, and it could keep up with the speed of the truck in the night.

It was only a few breaths, and the figure was only a few positions away from the truck. As the distance between the two sides narrowed, Feng Tiegen could finally see the face of the figure clearly.

His mother.

"Ho.... Ho...."Feng Tiegen was so frightened that he couldn't help himself, and Zhang Cuifang, who was also frightened on the side, pushed her husband hard and shouted: "Hurry up!" ”

Feng Tiegen woke up like a dream, didn't care about the pounding heart that was about to burst, and slammed on the accelerator, leaving the zombie behind.

The winding mountain road is winding and rugged, with tough stone walls on one side and a mountain stream on the other. Ordinary travel, even during the day, you have to drive carefully, the slightest carelessness will cause people to fall off the cliff with the car, and the car will be destroyed and killed, let alone in the middle of the night.

Feng Tiegen didn't care so much, his sweaty palms tightly grasped the steering wheel, and the soles of his feet switched back and forth between the accelerator and the brake.

Speed of life and death.

The sound of running gradually became slighter, and finally disappeared completely, Feng Tiegen breathed a sigh of relief, and asked his wife without looking back, "Did you get rid of it?" ”

Without any response, Feng Tiegen turned his head to look at the co-pilot, but saw the zombie with a hideous face, jumping up the tough stone wall with the momentum of flying clouds and lightning, grabbing the branches that grew out horizontally, the ape climbed and jumped, and rushed to the front of the truck in a few breaths.

Before Feng Tiegen could react, the zombie jumped down from the treetops, its thin body like a thousand pounds, and slammed into the window of the truck cab.

The glass shattered at the sound, and the vehicle involuntarily turned to the side, crashing headlong into a stone protective post on the edge of the cliff.

The steel skeleton of the truck twisted and deformed, making a deafening loud noise, and Feng Tiegen, who was not wearing a seat belt, flew out of the cab and rolled unconscious.

...

After a long time, Feng Tiegen woke up, blood was dripping from his forehead, half of the skin on his face and palms was gone, and there was severe pain everywhere in his body.

The chaotic memories gradually pieced together in his mind, and Feng Tiegen struggled to get up from the ground.

The lights of the pickup truck were barely on, and in those two rays of light, Feng Tiegen saw his wife lying in front of the car, as well as his own... Mother.

The woman named Zhang Cuifang had long since died, her silent pupils staring at the dark night, and the black-haired zombie squatted beside her, stretching out her hand in Zhang Cuifang's body, searching her intestines and scraping her stomach.

Literally searching the intestines and scraping the belly.

Chewing, chewing, black stiff chewing on the organs, dripping blood slid down the placket of the shroud.

The rich smell of blood poured into Feng Tiegen's nasal cavity, making him want to vomit, but the strong sense of survival made him reach out and cover his pantothenic acid mouth and turn around.

He's going to run for his life.

The ankle of his left foot seemed to have been fractured, and with each step, the sharp pain made Feng Tiegen's back involuntarily spasm, and he staggered and walked, walking, in the dark of night.

I don't know when, the chewing sound slowly stopped, and the black stiff stood up, and his son's back was reflected in the gray and godless pupils.