The fat man was almost suffocated in the deadly black tide, Fang Wuhan disappeared so quickly, hiding the whole person in the boundless darkness in the blink of an eye, hundreds of corpse crows used their sharp claws to leave scratches on his entire back, some used sharp beaks to leave a terrible blood hole on his body, and some used bone spurs mutated from the edge of his wings to cut his skin, and bones were visible in serious places.

He didn't dare to fight back, because if they accidentally hit him in the eye or other fatal parts, he might be a burden to the whole team in the future.

Maybe the task that Fang Wuhan gave him now was to live, although Fang Wuhan didn't say it clearly, but he knew that he alone could not defeat so many corpse crows, as long as he lived and waited until Fang Wuhan came back, this battle would be considered a victory; He also believed that Fang Wuhan would not leave him here alone.

The attacks of the crows were so continuous that he almost fainted in pain, and there was no effective refuge in front of him, except for the layers of steel under his feet.

"But it's better than carrying it with your body......," his subconscious told him, and then, with his head in his hands, he walked forward little by little with the fierce attack of the crows, his fat body swayed from side to side by the crows, and he looked through the steel ruins on the ground to find a place for him to get into.

The hard work paid off, and after only a few steps, he found a good shelter, and he poured directly into it, which was a hollow made of various iron materials, although it was not too deep, but he squatted in it to cover himself.

In this way, after getting in, he endured the severe pain and put the iron material next to him on top of his head, watching as countless corpse crows protruded their claws or bone beaks through the cracks between the steel, these deadly things occasionally touched him, or cut a bloody mark on his body, but with such an unreliable steel cage, it was better than being directly exposed.

The weapons on these corpse crows are either the reason for the desolation virus, or the reason for many microorganisms, now his whole body is hot and painful, and it is like the feeling of sprinkling chili powder on the wound, large and small blood stains are almost all over his body, which also makes the corpse crows outside even more violent, maybe when Fang Wuhan comes back, he will see countless zombies and corpse crows blocking himself in this small corner......

When will Fang Wuhan come back...... In addition to the roars of zombies and corpse crows, only the childlike self in his heart was left wailing helplessly, indeed, he alone has no way to defeat these zombies, even if he is given a machine gun, or even fully armed, it is not necessarily, because the wounds on his body are too painful, and he is even wondering if he can get out of this steel cage alive.

At first, he thought that he would be safe to lock himself here, but he didn't expect that as time went by, the zombies outside seemed to have the IQ to try to move the thick steel beams on his head!

He had to hold on to the steel beams with his hands to prevent them from being removed by the zombies, even though the crows kept biting and cutting his hands and arms; He grabbed the two steel beams with his own weight advantage, and the zombies had no choice but to break his hands and arms first; The pain was so severe that he couldn't even feel if his hands and arms were still there, if they had been bitten by the zombies to expose their bones, or if they had eaten even the bones......

I don't know if it's because of excessive blood loss or because of the severe pain of the body to save itself, his eyes began to dizzy, if he fainted at this time, I'm afraid that within a minute he would be gnawed by these zombies and corpse crows......

He hadn't felt the night breeze in a long time......

But now I don't know if it's a hallucination, he actually felt a hint of wind, a cool breeze that was not mixed with a trace of impurities, like the soft night breeze in the city before the end came......

The wind swept through the steel ruins to his side, sweeping away his vertigo and the pain and despair clear again.

In the next second, a loud sound like the collapse of heaven and earth resounded throughout the entire Iron Tower Square, and the loud sound was mixed with a person's roar, like an angry lion roaring, or a dragon descending.

Countless steel beams, crows, and zombies all soared into the air as if they were manipulated by magic, and the breeze turned into a hurricane in an instant, blowing everything above his head, and in the blink of an eye, only the two steel beams he was holding were left above the fat man's head.

The vertical upward hurricane directly carried all the zombies and some steel bars into the air, and he didn't know how high they flew, and even more than ten seconds had passed, and they hadn't landed yet.

Could it be that Fang Wuhan disappeared for a few seconds to brew magic on the side?

The wind gradually stopped, the fat man gasped, and in addition to the dense heartbeat of his own drum, there was also the sound of footsteps from far and near.

That footstep gradually reached the top of his head, he didn't have a flashlight, he couldn't see who was on it, and he didn't know if it was Fang Wuhan or some other master of magic; He was sure that the gust of wind was not from a human, and that humans were not capable of creating such a violent hurricane in a precise location out of thin air.

The man stooped down and touched his hand lightly, motioning for him to let go; His hand was removed from the steel beam, slimy and hot......

"Come out." The man spoke, and his voice was so familiar and unattainable, like an angel sent by God to save the people.

"Huh?" Seeing that the fat man was still motionless, the man leaned down and stretched out his hand, and the fat man grabbed his hand, and the man pulled him up.

Among the survivors, except for Fang Wuhan, only Yang Feng can pull him up with one hand, who is more than 200 catties......

"Yang Feng ......" The fat man hugged Yang Feng with a crying voice, and he was covered in blood, and he directly wrapped Yang Feng in his arms, just like a giant monster hugging his little girl and good friend.

"What about him? Leaving you here alone? Yang Feng struggled out of the fat man's arms and wiped the blood he had wiped on his face.

"He said he's gone to find tools, how did you escape? Didn't you meet him on the road? The fat man sent out a series of question marks, and Yang Feng was confused.

"Oh, it's a long story, you're too badly injured, I'll protect you first, and then I'll contact him with that crystal when I get back to the shelter." Yang Feng said.

The fat man hesitated for half a second, "Is it really okay for us to go like this?" ”

"Wait any longer, you faint, I can't lift you, it's quite far from home." Yang Feng said, looking around, probably trying to find a means of transportation that could take them back, but the surroundings were almost dust-free by the gust of wind, and there was nothing except the bottom two layers of steel beams, let alone any means of transportation.

At this time, the fat man realized that Yang Feng was actually holding a fan in his hand, which was a very ordinary folding fan, and pinned the nunchucks to his waist, could it be that this was his new weapon?

The fat man was confused, and heard the voice behind him again.

"Yang Feng?" Fang Wuhan's voice sounded from behind them, and they both turned around at the same time to see Fang Wuhan awkwardly walking towards them with two large barrels of gasoline and a large *****.

"How did you escape? What about the zombies? Fang Wuhan said, and also saw the fan in Yang Feng's hand, "Wait, where did you get this fan?" ”

Before Yang Feng could speak, a loud bang exploded from the three of them, and a huge thing fell from the sky, smashing the two layers of steel beams below like a meteor falling, and they were swept over by the shock wave at the same time.

"I'll rub!" Fang Wuhan covered his knees and looked at the corpse of the Corpse Raven King who fell from the sky, "What the hell? ”

Immediately afterwards, more and more zombies and corpse crows fell from the sky, smashing around them like rain, their feet were already uneven, and they walked normally with a deep foot and a shallow foot, not to mention that they had to avoid this zombie rain?

The impact of these zombies falling was very strong, Fang Wuhan roughly estimated that they must have fallen from a height of several hundred meters, and when he saw the fan in Yang Feng's hand, he seemed to understand everything......

"Yang Feng, you won't be a hurricane black fan in your hand!" Fang Wuhan roared hysterically while scrambling to avoid the zombie rain overhead.

"Don't worry about so much, let's go!" Yang Feng said, pulling the fat man forward, and he ran in this steel ruin, so he was not embarrassed.

Fortunately, the zombies that fall from the sky are all dead, and even if they are alive, they can fall to their deaths, so they don't have to worry about being sneak attacked, just don't get hit, if they are really accidentally hit, then they may really have to take a life.

After walking a few steps, Fang Wuhan found that the area damaged by the hurricane black fan was only near the Tower Square, and running out of the square meant safety; He looked back at the wreckage of the Iron Tower that had accompanied him for more than ten years, and the Tower Square, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart......