Chapter 70: Endless Sorrow (I)

85_85483 "Brother Hu! Wait! Tang Xiaoquan almost blurted out, but his warning was still a step late, and Hu Xiaodong, who was worried about the situation on the roof, didn't listen to his words at all, and his whole body had already climbed the wooden ladder.

For Hu Xiaodong's ignorance, Tang Xiaoquan had no choice but to beckon everyone to follow him.

Above the roof, there is silence and no wind, and the scorching heat makes the concrete floor seem to be attached to a thin layer of mist, making people feel like they are in a fantasy world.

Hu Xiaodong turned over and fell to the ground with a grim expression, and after standing still and inspecting it, a pair of black eyes glared at him.

Less than 2 meters in front of him, a disemboweled, corpse was lying there horizontally, all kinds of debris and rotten flesh scattered in all directions, and the bloody scene was shocking.

"Vomit~" There was an uncontrollable churning in the stomach, and as soon as Tang Xiaoquan, who followed him, landed, he was stimulated by the smell of blood in the air and leaned over and retched.

Not only him, but the rest of Wang Qiang and others also had light or heavy retching without exception.

Only Hu Xiaodong stood in place like a nobody, as if he had lost his soul.

After about two minutes, the surviving stomachs finally calmed down.

Tang Xiaoquan wiped the corners of his lips casually, cleaned the dirt on them, and only after he had done this qiē did he carefully look at the dead body in front of him.

The corpse was armed forward with one arm, and its five fingers were claw-shaped, naturally bent, thinking that it had tried to climb and escape before it was killed.

And the two narrow blood marks behind him show the hardships and helplessness of his escape journey.

"Who is this man...... Limber? I don't know who whispered in a long tone at the end of the line, and with the sound of the voice, everyone paid attention to the identity of the deceased.

A short-sleeved shirt of pure white, silver hair covered in dust and blood, and a few deep wrinkles could be faintly discerned from his torn and blurred face.

"Whew~" Hu Xiaodong took a deep breath, although he didn't want to admit it, but the various manifestations in front of him still pointed to the old man who he had regarded as a relative without exception.

The atmosphere on the roof of the building instantly became depressed, and Wang Qiang and others, who had no relationship with the forest industry, were also overwhelmed by this gloomy atmosphere, as if a boulder had been weighed on their chests.

"Who is it? Who's there? Li Yu pulled everyone back to reality from their sad thoughts, but saw Wu Chao walking towards the back of the roof step by step with a steel knife in his hand.

"Wait! Xiao Wu! ”

Tang Xiaoquan stretched out his hand and grabbed Wu Chao, who was about to move forward, and then nodded at Hu Xiaodong behind him, signaling him to lead someone to wrap up from the other side and act separately in case of accidents.

Hu Xiaodong, who knew his intentions, didn't say a word, he raised his hand and pointed at Wang Qiang behind him, and then surrounded the bathroom behind the roof with Wang Wu and Wang Wu in a fan-shaped queue.

As the distance closes, the survivors who get closer to the target location can clearly hear the slightest "tearing" sound, which is like a hunting dog eating at the minced flesh of a bone.

"Zombies!" The word floated in everyone's hearts almost at the same time, and Hu Xiaodong rushed out like crazy, and Tang Xiaoquan didn't even have a chance to stop it.

However......

As soon as his steps stopped, Hu Xiaodong, who rushed to the bathing room, suddenly froze in place as if someone had clicked on the acupoint, which made Wu Chao and the others who came after him inexplicable, only Tang Xiaoquan sighed helplessly.

"Wow~" With the sound of a curtain touching, the stunned survivors looked over in unison, and then gasped in unison!

In his eyes, the original white plastic curtain has been replaced by a dazzling crimson at this moment, which at first glance looks like the pig killing house in the slaughterhouse, which is extremely terrifying.

Perhaps sensing movement outside the curtain, the zombie enjoying a feast inside suddenly poked its head out, its large mouth stained with blood-stained minced flesh and a muffled warning sound of "grunt, grunt".

Seeing that Hu and Wu stood still and didn't seem to make a move, Wang Qiang raised his spear and made a stabbing posture, preparing to drop the lives of the zombies in the curtain.

But before he could do anything, the right hand with the spear was quietly pulled back from behind.

When he looked back, he saw Tang Xiaoquan shaking his head at him secretly.

Why? The reason is very simple, because zombies can't climb buildings, so the only possibility that zombies can appear at this moment is that the survivors are infected.

And judging from the young and weak body of the zombie in front of him, he should be the tiger mentioned by Hu Xiaodong and the others before.

His body trembled violently involuntarily, and Hu Xiaodong only felt a bone-piercing desolation surging from his heart, making him unable to suppress and breathe.

"Huzi" slowly crawled out of the bathroom, he had been lost by the virus, and obviously no longer knew the people in front of him.

At this moment, he only had bloodthirsty instincts left, and eating the other party was his only thought.

Shaking his body, Huzi slowly stood up, and a pair of eyes moved to Hu Xiaodong, who was in the front row.

One person, one corpse, just a stone's throw away.

"Huzi! Toilet! Hu Xiaodong muttered in a low voice, but the approaching "Huzi" had no other reaction except for an excited roar.

Hu Xiaodong held the machete in his hand tightly, and wanted to lift it several times, but after all, he didn't move, only hearing the sound of "click, click" bone joints.

For Hu Xiaodong's hesitant expression, Tang Xiaoquan can understand it very well.

Rao is the twenty-second rule of survival clearly tells him: when facing friends, relatives and even family members who have lost their humanity, they must also be killed without mercy, and the fate of the whole team must not be harmed because of the love of children.

But people are human beings after all, and the reason why we are different from zombies is because we have hearts, we have feelings, no matter what the world has fallen into, there will always be a place in our hearts where there are those things that we regard as treasures and cannot be violated.

And at the moment, "Huzi" is undoubtedly what Hu Xiaodong regards as a treasure.

Looking at the "tiger" who was getting closer and closer, Tang Xiaoquan sighed lightly, although he understood Hu Xiaodong's current approach, this did not mean that he would let the former threaten everyone's lives.

The "wicked" needs someone to be the one after all, so Tang Xiaoquan raised his spear and stepped forward, but before he could walk out of the crowd, a big hand was in front of him.

"I'm coming!" A low and slightly hoarse voice came out of Hu Xiaodong's mouth, and Tang Xiaoquan couldn't see his face, but it was not difficult to see from the trembling right hand under him that it took him considerable courage to say this.

The long knife swayed in the cold light, and under the reflection of the sunlight, it cut a perfect arc.

And as the blade fell, the head of the "tiger" also fell.

Hu Xiaodong stretched out his hand to hold the falling corpse, and a line of tears finally gushed out uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes