In the quiet night, the people at the base of the Dragon Girl River have already fallen asleep, if there is a clock, you can clearly see that it is only 9:00 at night, for modern people who are accustomed to spending the night, this is the beginning of everything, but in a precarious apocalyptic world, how much entertainment can be left?

Sleeping became almost the only form of entertainment, like getting drunk, and it allowed them to escape from the world for a short time, and perhaps dream back to their old lives.

As everyone knows, when everyone is in a sweet dream, the zombie army has already made up its mind to give them a "surprise".

The weather in early autumn is unpredictable, and the temperature has plummeted in the past few days, but unfortunately there is no weather forecast to tell them to wear more clothes.

Standing in the attic was Wu Zhe under the Thirteenth Master, a young man of twenty-five or six, short and thin, but full of cleverness. I saw him sneeze three times in a row, blow his nose with his cuffs, and shiver like sifting chaff in the cold wind.

While rubbing his hands, he turned up his collar and pulled the zipper to his head, hoping that this would ward off a hint of cold, and complained: "I'm on duty again, it's been 3 days in a row, and this gang of lots must be out of the thousands, otherwise how could it be me again!" He sniffled again.

"The Thirteenth Master is really, it's not enough to find a newcomer to sentry, you have to toss us old brothers." Despite all that, he planned to come out of the shelter and poke his head out of the terrace, intending to take a look at his surroundings.

But as soon as he poked his head to the window, a cold wind blew in, and his uncompetitive body actually swayed, and he felt dizzy and nauseous, and his throat was indescribably itchy. So he retracted his head anyway, and continued to cower in a corner sheltered from the wind, shivering.

If he could hold out at the window for a minute, he would have noticed that there were some white shadows moving among the trees along the river, and they were swift through the grass and the shadows of the trees, using the darkness as their umbrella and hiding their bodies in the shadows.

It's a pity that Wu Zhe is sick, that's right, he is sick. The reincarnation is also a human being, although the body is digitized, but it will still get sick, and the reincarnation will be sick in the form of a negative Buff, for example, now Wu Zhe is cold, chills, wind, dry and itchy throat, runny nose, sneezing constantly, dizziness, nausea, these are really listed on Wu Zhe's attribute column.

It's just that Wu Zhe, who is dizzy and trembling, won't pay attention to these at all.

Those short and obscene white shadows are the scouts of the zombies, and they look a bit like "Gollum" in "The Lord of the Rings", acting as the vanguard of the zombie army.

As they passed, there was a rustle in the distant woods, and if anyone looked closely, they would see that the birds in the forest seemed to be startled by something, hovering in the air, and refusing to fall.

But the man who should have noticed this in the first place was now shuffling his nose and hiding in a corner, secretly cursing the guys who were dreaming in the warm beds, and trying to imagine that he was one of them.

So when those short and nimble "Gollum" touched the courtyard, everyone was still asleep, unaware that they had come to a great disaster.

The zombie group is unusual, as if it is implementing the "quietly enter the village, don't shoot." "Usually, it's rare to give up their characteristic howl.

Today was obviously a glorious day for the zombies, and they entered the gate of the Dragon Tears Island base without much effort. Everything seems to be going so well, and although it seems a little late for dinner at this o'clock, it is still a rare opportunity for zombies.

Until there was a hurried figure, leaving the painting boat and running towards the toilet. Maybe it was because he had a strong need to release water, or maybe he was still half-asleep and half-awake, so he just hung his head and ran in the direction of the toilet.

If it was a dream, it was definitely the worst nightmare he'd ever had, and when he crashed headfirst into "someone's" arms, his first reaction was to yell "Who!" I don't have long eyes! I don't sleep at night, and the pestle is here as a telephone pole! ”

When he looked up, he saw the familiar face of the "Devil Terminator", and then saw that there was a large group of zombies behind the "Devil Terminator", looking at him with a kind of "I want you" eyes.

He was immediately scared to pee, not because his psychological quality was too poor, but because he was already at the critical point of the outbreak, and when he saw this nightmarish scene, his lower body immediately lost control.

Feeling the dampness and heat of his lower body, he slapped himself hard, trying to wake himself up from this nightmare. Obviously, it was in vain.

He was going to pretend that nothing had happened, "desperately telling himself in his heart that this was a dream, this was a dream." As he spoke, he turned around and planned to walk back, or it would be more appropriate to describe it as running.

It's a pity that the zombie group obviously doesn't plan to let go of this "takeaway" delivered to the door, and the "Devil Terminator" stretched out his big hand, grabbed his neck and lifted him, turned around and threw him into the zombie group, and suddenly, his terrible screams echoed in the night sky.

At least, his death was not without significance.

The Thirteenth Master was sleeping on the soft bed, and the painting boat swayed slightly with the water waves, as if bringing the Thirteenth Master back to his mother's cradle. The Thirteenth Master was having a beautiful dream, he dreamed that he had killed the Dominant Zombie and successfully gained control of this world, and after returning to the space, his eldest brother personally picked up the wind and dust for him, repeatedly praised his great achievements during the banquet, and repeatedly insisted on promoting him to the third position.

Even in his sleep, the Thirteenth Master laughed out loud. Until I don't know what happened, the main zombie killed by him actually appeared at the celebration banquet with a group of corpses, and suddenly turned a laughing and laughing paradise on earth into a living hell, and his wise and martial brother was actually thrown to the ground by several "devil terminators", and was gnawed and wailed.

The Thirteenth Master woke up suddenly, although the wailing seemed to have stopped abruptly, as if it was really just the Thirteenth Master dreaming, but the experience of several episodes in the world made the Thirteenth Master still get dressed and come outside to take a look.

When the Thirteenth Master saw the scene outside, he immediately shouted, "The zombies have come in!" Then he came to everyone's room to wake everyone up, but he "forgot" Han Xing's thorn alone.

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, and with his disgust for Han Xing, the former team leader, the Thirteenth Master selectively forgot about him. What's more, these days, Han Xing is a loner and almost doesn't deal with everyone, so that the busy man Thirteen Ye can't remember him as an unpleasant character.

For Han Xing, this was a quiet and beautiful night, because he was wary of the Thirteenth Master and others, and he was not allowed to everyone, Han Xing chose the most remote painting boat and fell asleep early.

Although there was a commotion in the distance, it was more like a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing in Han Xing's ears. It wasn't until the gunshots rang out that he woke up from his sleep.

When he hurriedly drove out of his cabin, what he saw was a dense pile of zombies on the dock, and those zombies were obviously not satisfied because of a coward who peed his pants, but looked at Han Xing's "fresh meat" with greedy eyes.

At this time, the Thirteenth Master and the others and the painting boat that left in the distance only left Han Xing with a back.

Although there are many boats on the river surface of this Longnv River Park, not all of them can be moved, or in fact, only one boat is a real boat, and the others are just floating restaurants that look like boats.

Obviously, the group of people threw themselves down and ran, and just as Han Xing was slandering the Thirteenth Master and the others who were far away, the zombie group obviously also found him, and they howled and rushed towards him.

In order to be the first to eat "supper", they obviously worked extra hard and rushed to pounce.

Han Xing shot at the zombie horde with a desperate attitude, and although he was brave, unfortunately the ammunition was limited.

First the shotgun, then the revolver, and finally the Type 54 pistol.

His prowess has clearly caught the attention of the "Devil Terminators", who are a picky group of eaters, the old gluttons of zombies, who only like to eat the healthiest, freshest, and bravest food, just as humans love to eat drunk shrimp and sweet and sour live fish.

The more lively the food, the moon can still arouse their appetite, in fact, the zombies can never be full, what they enjoy is the pleasure of devouring the sweet flesh and blood, and they like the dying struggle and miserable wail when the prey is alive, which can satisfy their cruel desires to the greatest extent, or it is a bit like the criminal psychology of ** criminals, the more he struggles to resist, the more energetic he is.

They disdain to eat the kind of scared cowards, and only warriors like Han Xing or the "Pulled Chicken" brothers who rise up to resist can be lucky enough to enter their recipes.

Facing the "Devil Terminators" who were running towards him, Han Xing mustered up the last shred of courage and roared, "I won't let you eat me even if I die." With that, he plunged headlong into the Dragon Maiden River.

Under the moonlight, Han Xing finally followed Li Bai's old path, at least it was very romantic, wasn't it? He didn't know how to swim, and the river poured into his mouth, filling his stomach and lungs, and he sank in. Ironically, human beings cannot live without water, but too much water can kill human beings, as if mocking human greed.

If Han Xing could speak, he would definitely tell us that throwing himself into the river, or that death caused by any suffocation is extremely painful, and don't believe the plot in the TV series that hangs himself for less than 1 minute. Anyone who suffocates to death struggles before dying is absolutely sincere, not as simple as the body's instinctive reaction.

In the confusion, he seemed to hear the trumpet of heaven, but he vaguely felt that a pair of strong arms grabbed him.