The irons are good, even if they are broken, but the fracture is sharp.

There was no more suitable weapon than it, and Tang Ling held it tightly without hesitation.

After experiencing the killing, his brain seemed to be clearer, Tang Ling knew that in this situation, he didn't have to expect to return to the safe zone at all, Manglin was relatively safe.

And the obsession in his heart also drove him, he had to go back again, not to find his mother-in-law, but also to find his sister.

As for what happens after that?

Security Zone 17 will never allow these corpses to roam forever, as long as the environment of the colony can be maintained relatively safe, there will always be new people who will make this place 'prosperous' again.

Tang Ling's thoughts were so clear, but what was rolling in his heart was pain and anger that he couldn't express himself.

He ran as fast as he could, and the corpses gathered towards Tang Ling from all directions, and no one could explain their ability to seek fresh flesh and blood, just like the sharks in the sea are sensitive to blood.

With the experience of killing corpses for the first time, it is not too difficult for Tang Ling, who has a strong learning ability to fight, to kill the second one, not to mention that he has a 'weapon' at hand?

So, all the way to escape, the second, the third... More and more corpses died in Tang Ling's hands.

If it was clumsy at the beginning, by the time it was time to kill the seventh corpse, Tang Ling was already familiar with it.

The direct attack, facing the weakness of the corpse, penetrated through the eyes, at the moment when the corpse pounced.

It's an 'art' of precision, but it's a pity that no one in the empty harness can appreciate the boy's amazing fighting talent.

With a 'poof' sound, he pulled out the iron rod in the corpse man's brain, Tang Ling was already out of breath, there were countless corpses here, and his precise instinct could not be turned into endless physical strength to save him.

But Tang Ling still ran numbly, after losing his mother-in-law and sister, life and death actually became very light, but he was unwilling to die like this.

Moreover, the anger in his heart burned him, and the familiar current of heat had burst into his limbs and began to gather towards his heart.

Tang Ling knew that that strange state was about to begin, and he only needed a little more anger to turn into a killing machine like that night.

In fact, it's clear that God is playing tricks on him all the way, right? The corpses he killed were all people who had treated their family with kindness.

How can you not be angry? And how can you not be sad?

"Still..."Tang Ling was expressionless, but his eyes became more and more cold, "Another one?" ”

It was only less than two hundred meters away from the edge of the woods, and according to the current density of corpses, Tang Ling could no longer kill the encirclement.

Precise instinct told him that if he ran less than twenty meters in this direction, he would be surrounded by more than five corpses from all directions.

Transformation is the only hope now.

The funny thing is, what exactly do you want to expect this hope? Or do you just die and be freed?

The cold iron rod was slippery and greasy, full of corpse blood, and God quickly gave Tang Ling a choice, and a corpse man with an excited roar caught up with Tang Ling.

Almost subconsciously turned around, Tang Ling raised the iron rod in his hand, but his hand involuntarily began to tremble slightly.

The corpse in front of him seems to be very 'lucky', and he should have died without suffering too much pain before his death.

So its clothes were clean, and the signs of corruption weren't too heavy, except for the fatal wound on its right shoulder.

Such a corpse, just like in life.

Looking at it, Tang Ling's brain seemed to explode, but this corpse man didn't have any mood fluctuations except for the excitement of finding blood food, it lowered its body and pounced on Tang Ling without hesitation...

The smell of rotten wind blew again, and it also blew indelible fragments of memory.

In Tang Ling's memory.

The whole era is gray, but the time with my mother-in-law and sister is warm yellow, like the gentle sunshine in the morning.

And the only time with a beautiful hazy color is maintained on the corpse in front of him.

"Why is your face so dirty? Oops, it's broken here..."The clean handkerchief, brushed over the face, the soft hand was pitying, and gently placed it on the wound.

Her breath was sweet, her smile was like a blue butterfly blooming in the suburbs, and the sincere distress and pity in her eyes were like a clear lake, which instantly submerged Tang Ling.

In the evening when he was thirteen years old, Tang Ling's heart beat hard for the first time.

Xiao Ye, this extremely simple name has been imprinted in my heart since then.

Afterward...

The thought was only for a moment, the corpse was already less than five meters away from Tang Ling, and the familiar eyes in the young man's dream no longer had the lake-like eyes and flower-like smile.

Only gray-white ruthless eyes, and a crazy and greedy look.

Tang Ling raised the iron rod in his hand, and the hot sweat rolled into his eyes, burning his eyes and blurring his vision.

"I'll be in the seventh camp of the settlement tomorrow." Panting, Tang Ling stood helplessly in front of the door, watching Xiao Ye pack up his things one by one.

Hearing that she was going to move away from next door, Tang Ling couldn't control herself, but she couldn't ask anything? Even the mother-in-law who told him the news didn't say much why.

Just a sigh.

"Why are you leaving?"

"Because girls grow up to cling to their partners, I'll be Hooker of the Seventh Battalion from tomorrow onwards—" She raised her eyes, their big eyes still bright, and she couldn't tell whether they were calm or sad.

Tang Ling scratched the door frame, and the wooden thorn stabbed into his hand without realizing it. Hook? The bully in the ghetto, who has the power to distribute drinking water.

Xiao Ye stood up and approached Tang Ling.

The soft lips fell on Tang Ling's forehead.

He left again in an instant, only to turn around and leave Tang Ling with one last smile.

With a 'poof' sound, a sharp iron rod pierced through the corpse's eyes, it was just a short battle, and such precision had become Tang Ling's instinct.

Even though the vision is so blurry.

Pulling out the iron rod, a drop of liquid that couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears slipped from the corner of Tang Ling's right eye, and a wave of sadness began to spread from between his fingers.

'Whew, whew...' Tang Ling's wheezing sound was like a beast, he wasn't so tired, he just felt that he couldn't breathe, the cruel and cold era made him feel so depressed for the first time.

There is nowhere to put even the memories.

"You went to the seventh battalion, and I never went there again. Although, once in a while, I miss you. "It doesn't make any sense to talk about the corpse, but Tang Ling just wants to say it.

If you say it, the memories that have nowhere to put it, the young man's heart at least has traces of existence, right?

Fortunately, such a huge wave of sadness was only for a moment, and the next moment, the heat flow that burst out of his heart drowned Tang Ling at once.

That mysterious state reappeared.