Fan Deyu didn't know how long he had been running.

He didn't know why he wanted to leave Su Yuan, maybe it was because he didn't want to face reality and didn't want to face Su Yuan, so he ran away.

He kept holding Ding Yue's corpse.

Never let go for a moment.

Now it was dark, there was no moonlight, no stars, no street lights, and he couldn't see everything around him clearly.

Instinctively scared.

People are in the dark, and they are very afraid of their surroundings.

He didn't know where he was going.

He wanted to take revenge, but he couldn't even run out of Linzhou City.

As time passed, he felt more and more pain in his left hand.

This made him incomprehensible, he didn't feel anything before, why did he start to hurt now?

And this pain is unbearable for him.

"Shhh

With a gasp, he fumbled against the wall, found a small restaurant with an open door, and hid inside.

The small restaurant is very small, with only one storefront, with tables and chairs in front and a back kitchen.

There were no zombies here, he put Ding Yue's body on the table, and then went to close the glass door, and then locked it to isolate the zombies outside.

He endured the sharp pain in his palms and ran into the back kitchen.

After rummaging for a long time, I couldn't find a flashlight, so I directly lit the stove on the stove.

With the glow of the flame.

He raised his painful left hand and untied the strip of cloth wrapped around it.

The strip of cloth was wrapped when he took out of the villa before, and the strip of cloth had already been stained red with blood, plus he dug the stomach of the zombie with his hands later, and there were still some small pieces of flesh and blood on the strip of cloth.

The act of untying the strip of cloth made him miserable, and even screamed incessantly.

Because the wrapping time is too long, the cloth strip is even adhered to the flesh and blood on the wound, and when he unties it, it is equivalent to tearing his own flesh and blood, and the pain is unbearable for individuals.

At this moment, he untied it to the last layer, thinking that the long pain was better than the short pain, so he directly pulled it hard.

"Uhh

He squeezed his wrists, bowed in pain, and even knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

Cold sweat dripped down his head, and his eyes turned red at this moment.

It took him a moment to come to his senses.

Accustomed to the pain in the palm of his hand, he swallowed.

Raising his left hand, he saw a bloody hole in the middle of his palm, and there were burn marks around the wound, which he had caused when he put his hand on the muzzle.

He wanted to move the fingers of his left hand.

But he found that no matter how hard he tried, his entire left hand seemed to be unconscious, and he couldn't move at all.

The whole hand seemed to freeze there, and he couldn't feel anything but the pain in his palm, as if it wasn't his own.

And.

If you look closely, you can see redness and swelling around the wound.

Apparently already infected.

Fan Deyu sat on the floor of the back kitchen, staring at his left hand by the light of the stove.

He was suddenly frightened, afraid that his left hand was completely useless.

"No, you can't do this, move! Why don't you move me! ”

He was in a hurry, and directly used his right hand to break the fingers of his left hand.

It can be broken, but it doesn't feel anything.

Fan Deyu looked at his left hand and didn't know what to do.

He squeezed his wrist to himself, and his mind was full of thoughts.

He suddenly remembered that when they were still in the villa, Su Yuan gave them science popularization that if they were bitten by zombies, they had to amputate themselves in time, because only amputation could save their lives.

At that time, Su Yuan spoke very clearly, the method of amputation and attention and so on.

At the moment, although his left hand has not been bitten by a zombie, he has dug into the stomach of a zombie, and his five fingers are no longer able to move, which is equivalent to an ornament.

Moreover, the wound in the palm of the hand cannot heal on its own, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that I will die of infection.

If you die, you can't take revenge!

He swallowed, glanced at the kitchen in front of him, and finally landed on his left hand.

He had a crazy idea.

"Or ...... Chopped? ”

Chop off your own hands!

His eyes struggled for a moment, then firmed.

"Yes, it must be cut off, my hands have been exposed to the blood of the zombies' internal organs, maybe I have been infected, if I don't cut it off, I will become a zombie, I will die. If I die, I won't be able to avenge Ding Yue! ”

"Yes, yes, cut off! Must be chopped! ”

His gaze became resolute at this moment, and he stood up from the ground, ready to cut off his hand.

Fan Deyu's spirit at this moment has long collapsed, everything he wants to do now is relying on his own instincts, but as long as he can calm down and think one more step, he will definitely go back to Su Yuan for help.

But he wouldn't think about Su Yuan at all at the moment.

He only has one thought now, to solve his troubles, to make sure that he survives, and then to take revenge.

Not for a while.

He's already starting to look for something to prepare.

He took the cutting board and set it aside, and went to look clean with a kitchen knife and placed it on top of the cutting board.

After that, he lit the other stove on the stove, removed the pan hanging from the wall, and put it on top of the stove to keep it hot.

He then found a rope and tied his left arm tightly.

Next.

He picked up the kitchen knife and, instead of using his own hands, placed it on top of another stove and began to grill it.

Fan Deyu's face was extremely calm at this moment, and there was no emotion in his eyes against the backdrop of the firelight.

Twenty minutes later.

He felt that the temperature of the kitchen knife was about the same, and the temperature of the pan was enough.

He holds a kitchen knife in his right hand.

He placed his left hand on top of the cutting board.

He took a deep breath and raised the kitchen knife in his right hand!

And then...... It has not been left behind.

He hesitated and cut off his own hand, this kind of thing, everyone will be afraid.

He kept panting, but he couldn't make up his mind.

He slowly lowered his right hand, put the knife back into the fire, and then turned to find a towel from the wall and stuffed it into his mouth.

Pick up the knife again, this time without any hesitation.

Lift, fall.

Boom!

A knife cut off the wrist, the palm of the hand and the arm were separated in an instant, and the kitchen knife and cutting board were lifted, leaving a pool of bright red blood.

While the pain had not yet come, he instantly picked up the red-hot pan on the side, and in turn, put the pot noodles on the wrist of the severed hand.

Sting.

"Uh-huh......" he cried out as he bit down on his towel.

Cold sweat broke out all over his body.

He didn't know how long he had been burning, the pain in his wrist was too much for him to bear, he rolled his eyes, and fainted with a thud.

The pot in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

throughout the kitchen.

Only two fires remained.

Under the beating flames, Fan Deyu's figure fell into darkness.