Walking lonely in the seat belt, the wind of the call sign seems to have become more violent because of this loneliness.

The black clouds swirled, gathered and dispersed, and finally were swept away by the strong wind, revealing a pale sky.

There is no sunshine, and there is no gloom.

It's just the white light, piercing the eyes.

Grief is a 'strong' force, which makes Tang Ling not feel cold, distance, or even time.

Maybe it's been a long time, maybe it's just a moment.

Tang Ling was standing on the edge of that transit station after all.

Looking at the ruins and broken walls, there was no change in the sky, but the sky seemed to be more dazzling, but there was no meaning of blackening at all.

And the transit station, which had just experienced the fire, was still full of misty green smoke, and the nose was full of pungent burnt and bloody smell, just like that night of shock.

Tang Ling's throat rolled, and he endured the huge pain, and slowly walked towards it.

The already muddy road was covered with broken rubble and debris, and it became extremely prickly.

But Tang Ling had no intention of feeling this, his eyes carried a kind of empty confusion, and there was an indescribable numbness in his heart.

There seemed to be a force pushing him, making him ignore everything and just move forward, and even Tang Ling forgot how he got out of the safe zone? And how do you get through the heavily guarded gates?

But at this time, Tang Ling couldn't think at all, only the moment when his mother-in-law and sister were killed hovered in his memory, and he seemed to grasp the only comfort in fear and sadness, as if he had walked to the place where he was killed.

I'll be able to meet them again!

The sound of the rubble breaking appeared at Tang Ling's feet, and it was extremely harsh in this extremely quiet death place.

But before Tang Ling could go deep into the transit station, the surroundings seemed to respond to his footsteps, and various small sounds sounded.

Whoa...

Crackling...

Bang...

Tang Ling stopped abruptly, his body instinctively arched, and subconsciously shouted 'who'?

With this echo in the seat belt, Tang Ling's breathing suddenly became rapid, and a clear and clear consciousness suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, rushing into his somewhat sluggish and numb psychedelic brain.

How did you end up here? Why do you have such an inexplicable impulse? It seems reasonable and extremely abrupt!

My memories along the way seem to be full of deviations, seemingly coherent but unable to recall details, full of a sense of disobedience.

It's a pity that there is no time left for Tang Ling to think.

As his words fell, the heavens and the earth were silent for less than a second, and then it was like an explosion, and the hidden and fragmented sounds around him were no longer hidden, and turned into an overwhelming noise.

One by one, twisted figures staggered up from the ground, and in a ruin not far away, a pair of skin-colored charred flesh and blood rolled arms swept away the debris covering them, and with a low roar, they crawled out less than ten meters away from Tang Ling.

"Uncle Zhang?" A familiar name appeared in Tang Ling's heart, which coincided with the figure in front of him.

He died under the sword of the Purple Moon Warrior, could it be that he wandered here?

A sour tinging pain echoed in Tang Ling's mind, but at this moment, a wind with the smell of decay blew across Tang Ling's face, and Tang Ling leaned back sharply, avoiding the gray claws that were grabbing at his face!

Beastly speed, with the stench of rotting corpses, cold gray eyes, and a frantic desire to eat.

Is he Uncle Zhang? The one in front of you is clearly a corpse!

The corpse of any human being, if not cremated to ashes in time, will become a corpse.

This is the iron rule of the times, and no one can break it.

Looking at the figures that surrounded him not far away, Tang Ling almost didn't have to think about it to understand that he was surrounded by corpses.

The appearance of 'Uncle Zhang' is just the beginning of the death movement.

In an instant, he fell into the abyss of despair, but Tang Ling could no longer continue to think about this inexplicable everything.

His innate instinct for precision allowed him to judge the whole situation at this time at the first time.

During the rolling, Tang Ling had already grabbed a sharp stone in his hand, and then used a stump pillar to stop the tumbling body.

There was no time to take any breath, Tang Ling turned over and stood up against the pillar, and the attraction of fresh flesh and blood to the corpse man was fatal, and with one miss, the corpse man pounced on Tang Ling again.

Under such circumstances, Tang Ling just took a step to the left, and suddenly jumped and turned around almost without thinking.

The corpse's body happened to pounce at this moment, Tang Ling's timely dodge made it pounce, but the huge inertia made it too late to stop and crashed into the pillar.

Tang Ling also landed at this moment, and the landing point was extremely precise behind the corpse!

The corpse man turned his head and let out an angry roar, the brain that had lost the ability to think was only instinctively angry, how could the weak prey escape?

And Tang Ling pursed his lips, and only instinctively strangled the corpse's neck from behind.

The sharp stone was raised high, and the corpse's claws were withdrawn, grabbing Tang Ling's arm.

If it is caught, Tang Ling will have only one result, and that is to become a corpse.

There was no time for Tang Ling to hesitate, and the stone fell heavily on the back of the corpse's head, and the black plasma exploded in an instant.

The corpse's body stiffened suddenly, and then it was soft enough to be in Tang Ling's arms.

In fact, it is not very difficult, and under the knock of a hard stone, there is not much difference between smashing a corpse's head and smashing a wild fruit.

Crisp kills! But Tang Ling was not happy that his skills had become agile, his strength had become stronger, and for the first time, he was able to fully match his precision instinct.

Although once upon a time, he had the luxury of being able to keep up with his judgment physically.

'Snap', throwing away the stone in his hand, Tang Ling showed a painful and weird smile on his face, the moment he smashed it down, he and the corpse looked at each other, although the gray and greedy eyes were so unfamiliar, but that face was familiar.

This pain quickly spread, accompanied by something called memory, which made Tang Ling enter 'purgatory' in an instant.

Uncle Zhang, who seemed to be still standing in front of him, brandished a sharp stick with a sharp end and inserted it into the body of a sharp-toothed rabbit in front of him.

"You know what? The moment the sharp-toothed rabbit jumps up, it will reveal its soft belly, and the movement should be fast. ”

He seemed to smile shyly and kindly again, and quietly stuffed a small piece of dry food into his hand.

It's not a big piece, but it saved the life of a family who starved for two days.

...

Pursing the corners of his mouth, Tang Ling had no tears.

Silently, he picked up a rusty iron rod from the rubble next to him to support the tent.

Taking a deep breath, he chose a direction with fewer corpses, and walked firmly towards the sub-safety belt, Manglin.