The death of the old village chief, as he expected, when he saw the death of those people, he already thought that he would have such a moment.

But in the eyes of the remaining men, this is not the case at all, in their eyes, the old village chief died for everyone, not for atonement.

But the old man's desperate actions deeply pierced the hearts of each of them, an old man, who was over half a hundred years old, compared to them, his physical weakness did not make him retreat in this situation, but rushed forward desperately, just to be able to let a few more people live in the village.

The previous things may really be the old man's fault, but at this time it doesn't matter, no matter what the old man is for, he made such a move, at this moment, the old man is fearless, tall, and the rickety body is straight at the moment of death.

In every man's heart, there is hot blood, this is something that almost grows in the bones, the moment they see the old man clinging to the two monsters, everyone's eyes are red, and the moment the torch hits the old man's back, the flame burns at the same time.

These men seemed to see that in the flames, the rickety old man straightened his spine again, and his thin arms tightened again, turning the roar of pain into the last strength, to hug, to restrain the movement of the two monsters.

The hoe was raised high, the axe was cut down hard, and several men had tears in their eyes, they completely ignored the heat and pain caused by the burning flames, and they wanted to kill these two culprits, these two monsters, these two monsters that killed many people in the village, and the monster of this venerable old man, and completely killed here.

It seems that with a little more effort, the hoe can cause a little more damage to the two monsters.

The axe blade slashed at the zombie turned into a middle-aged man, the hoe hit the top of the zombie turned into an old man, the flames were burning violently, there were three figures shaking in the yellow flames, and beyond the flames, the eyes of the six men were reflected in the raging flames.

Their anger is like this flame, burning violently, and it will burn up the contents of that flame.

The anger turned into power, the axe and hoe, each swing used up the strength of the whole body, the thumping sound was endless, the axe blade slashed through the flames, disappeared in the flames, and then slashed heavily at the zombie turned into a middle-aged man.

The anger of several people swayed and swelled with the flames, and became violent.

But things did not end as perfectly as imagined, although the flames were violent, but when they burned on the bodies of the two zombies, it seemed to be suppressed by some force, the flames became smaller, and the flames changed from bright yellow to light blue.

The oil on the old man's clothes had disappeared a lot under the burning of the flame, and with the passage of time, the raging fire had a tendency to slowly extinguish.

"Roar~"

A terrifying roar came from the flames, it was the angry roar of the two zombies, the sound came from the flames, accompanied by the flames began to shake, the zombies were constantly struggling, the rope infected by the blood of the black dog, became fragile under the baking of the flames, and with the struggle of the two zombies, they began to be straightened continuously, and it was terrifying to watch.

"Oil! Someone! Grab the oil! ”

As the flames became more and more obvious, the few men who were originally surrounding the zombies felt that something was wrong, and their hoes and axes smashed and slashed at the bodies of the two zombies, but they were like children holding willow branches and hitting the bodies of adults, except for a few small wounds and slight dents, they were no longer useful.

Watching the flames gradually become smaller, thinking of what the old village chief said before, this zombie can only be completely burned to death by the fire in order to avoid future troubles forever, a man hurriedly turned his head and shouted behind him.

The zombies seem to have a kind of power that can suppress the burning of flames, so they need more oil at this time, and the old village chief obviously didn't think of this before, so although they brought a rope infected with the blood of a black dog, nothing else was prepared.

When the man shouted that sentence, he had already turned his head, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his expression instantly became stiff, his mouth opened wide, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Behind him, where else is there at this time?

From the moment when the old village chief pounced on the zombies, their attention was on the two zombies in front of them, and they didn't know that when everyone shouted that sound, everyone seemed to be fleeing, and they ran towards home frantically, and they ran away at the same time with a tacit understanding.

The man's face was stunned, and he suddenly felt a sense of discouragement, looking at the villagers in the distance who were panicking and busy cleaning up the soft villagers, his heart was cold.

These are the same people in the same village where they have lived for many years, they are usually like a family, like brothers, and they are ready to face difficulties together and save the village in the past, but when the real danger comes, the man sees that it is indeed a display of true humanity.

He couldn't blame anything, because everyone's choice is different, and no one can completely dominate the choice of another person, although many people like to do it, but they really don't have the right to do it!

No one can ask others to be brave, no one can ask others to fight for others.

The old village chief and them are like fools, and they will fight desperately and zombies for the sake of this group of people.

The man was silent, silently turned his head and did not say a word, at this time he looked at the flames, the old man who was gradually burned and somewhat deformed, and there was a blank look in his eyes.

What exactly are they for?

For the sake of this group of people?

For this group of poor insects who only care about themselves when danger comes, and those soft and desperately fleeing at home, like street rats?

This man is not a literati, nor has he learned any philosophy of life, and he doesn't even know a single word of Douda, but he understands one thing, that is, the kindness of others must be remembered, and he must reciprocate, even if his ability is not enough, he must do his best.

He didn't know what it meant to repay the grace of a drop of water, but he understood that the old village chief had done a lot of things for them over the years, and at this time, he couldn't retreat, even if he died.

"Pillars! What the fuck are you doing? Go find oil! ”

A man next to him shouted, waking up this person called Zhuzi, he looked up, the flames on the zombie's body had been extinguished for the most part, and the black ropes, under the struggle of the zombie, were about to break, and several people next to him had been divided into two pairs, pulling the rope, trying to control the zombie's movements.

At this time, he was standing alone opposite the zombie, stupidly looking at the zombie who was about to open his shackles, and the two terrifying zombies were grinning and yelling at him!

"Oh, good!"

The pillar reacted, his heart was hot, not everyone abandoned them, the situation behind him, everyone else had obviously noticed, but they didn't leave here, they still insisted, this is life and death brothers.

The firelight illuminated a crystal drop of water in the corner of the pillar's eye, and the man with a big waist threw down the hoe in his hand and rushed towards a nearby house, behind him were the roars of those people, and the hoarse screams of zombies.

Fast! Faster! Faster!

The pillar stumbled into this house, he wanted to be faster, he wanted to be faster, thinking that in this way, his brothers might still have a way to live, only by destroying the zombies, they would be able to survive, the old village chief was already dead, these people must not die!

The pillar rushed into the house, and he didn't care that the family was still busy packing up, so he rushed directly to the kitchen, picked up the oil can, and rushed out of the kitchen.

"Pillars! What are you doing, kid! ”

A somewhat thin figure suddenly blocked in front of the pillar, blocked the kitchen door, stretched out his hand and pointed to the oil jar in the pillar's arms, with a look of mockery and contempt, the expression seemed to say, you thief, you actually took advantage of this time to come to my house to steal things!