The logo on the map is near a gymnasium a few kilometers away from here, and it is also the only red sign nearby, although Xu Mouse said that the blue circle corresponds to the light blue demon beast, but there are five or six blue circles in this vicinity, Wu Xin doesn't believe that the blue demon beasts have become the goods of the rotten street all over the street, and most of them are also the products of Xu Mouse's fooling people, so he went straight to the red circle.

Niu Er casually chopped off the head of a zombie and asked, "Brother Xin, let's go today?" ”

Wu Xin dodged the attack of a zombie on one side of his body, and looked at the map in his hand intently: "It's going to be dark tonight, I just experienced a vicious battle in the morning, find a place to rest, and set off early tomorrow morning." ”

In fact, his shoulder injury is not good now, and he is really bottomless in the face of the light blue demon beast, which is a demon beast of the level of Brother King Kong!

Niu Er nodded, kicked down a zombie, and asked, "Okay." ”

The two did not bring food, not even water, because of their confidence in strength, they believed that they could easily live in the last days.

Niu Er licked his teeth, looked ahead, and said, "Brother Xin, there are two second-generation breeds." ”

Wu Xin took back the map, looked a little more serious, and looked ahead.

I saw two second-generation breeders standing on a small truck, gnawing on a wild cat, they raised their heads, a few pieces of meat hanging from their grinning mouths, and their confused eyes looked around, and finally landed on Wu Xin and the others, and then jumped out of the car and rushed over with a roar.

"Brother Xin, I'll leave it to you?"

Wu Xin glared at Niu Er, his body exploded violently, his arm formed a straight line with the mountain opening knife, and he kicked on a zombie that rushed forward, and then his arm swept, and the mountain opening knife slashed the head of another zombie with a flash of knife light. The zombie under his feet struggled violently, obviously a power-type zombie, Wu Xin shouted in a low voice: "Be honest with me!" ”

The next moment, the black qi on his body suddenly surfaced, enveloping the zombies around them, and the zombies seemed to be immobilized, motionless. The tooth-sour sound of 'poof' drilled into his ears, black blood splashed through, Wu Xin withdrew the mountain knife and wiped the blood stains on the zombie's clothes.

Niu Er walked over and said enviously: "Brother Xin, your strength has grown too fast, but your black qi can actually suppress zombies, so you don't have to kill zombies in the future!" ”

Wu Xin glanced blankly: "It's very mentally draining, okay." ”

Niu Er asked curiously: "Brother Xin, you said that this beast is constantly evolving and getting stronger and stronger, and humans have also appeared with abilities, and their physical fitness is also evolving, but why is this zombie not moving?" Isn't it ......"

Wu Xin interrupted him, and said with a solemn expression: "Don't talk nonsense with your crow's mouth, let me tell you that just the two of us can throw into the corpses of hundreds of people without even a single hair." ”

'Click, click, click'

A sound suddenly sounded, and the two looked at each other, and an ominous premonition rose from their hearts.

The two slowly turned their heads and found that on the other side of the intersection, zombies were rushing out of a large furniture city, hundreds of arms waving wildly, and roars sounded in the quiet streets.

The first few second-generation species are still holding various organs of the human body, and it is obvious that there is an unlucky guy who has just died.

Niu Er took out the mountain knife and said with a solemn expression: "Brother Xin, what are you doing?" ”

Wu Xin looked at the zombies that swarmed out, there were two or three hundred! It's all generations, but it's enough to tear them apart.

"Run!"

With that, the two turned around and ran without hesitation.

……

Inside a dimly lit hut:

A fat man slumped on the sofa with his white fat exposed on his upper body, and two scantily clad women next to him were gently massaging his fat meat.

Opposite the sofa was a small round table, on which was placed a white candle, the room was dimly lit by the faint flames, and on the chair next to the round table sat a man whose face was invisible, his face was covered in darkness, and only the Japanese kimono he was wearing could be seen through the firelight, and a Japanese katana hung from his waist.

"Old Han, what about Wu Xin's strength?"

The man's hoarse voice sounded from the hut, and the fat man picked up his glasses from the round table, pretended to wipe them elegantly with the clothes of the woman next to him, put them on his eyes and said, "It's okay, it's evolved into a second-level mutant." ”

"Can you stop wearing your mirrors that don't have a prescription? Looking upset? ”

Elder Han blushed: "Either you are vulgar, it's the ...... of the 21st century."

The man directly interrupted him: "Okay, don't talk about this, Luo Yuan's kid really puts hope on him?" ”

"Hell, the above struggle is not something we guessed and borrowed, so let's ......"

"Fool, that's called suspicion, okay, you arrange a few people to warn him, this level of struggle is not something he can mix."

Director Han didn't know where to find a mirror, looked at the mirror and said lazily: "As for it, it's just a little ghost, how can you warn him and kill him directly?" ”

"You can control the scale yourself, people can't die, otherwise Luo Yuan is estimated to be mad."

With that, the man stood up directly, put one hand on the hilt of the sword, stepped on the clogs, and walked out slowly.

Seeing the man walk out of the house, Director Han muttered with an unhappy look on his fat face: "Fuck, what kind of Japanese samurai is pretending to be every day." ”

Then he waved his hand to signal the woman next to him to get out of the way, and took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket: "Leizi, arrange a few people for me to come to my house." ”

……

Wu Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead, a gap was raised in his head, his eyes were staring at the outside, the clothes on his body were broken, the bandages at the wound were still oozing with blood beads, and the mountain knife was stained with sticky black blood, almost sticking to the blade. Niu Er's appearance was not much better than him, one of the military boots under his feet was lost, and a piece of broken glass was stuck in his foot at the sole of his foot, bleeding out.

'Rustle'

As the footsteps outside gradually disappeared, the two breathed a sigh of relief, and their bodies immediately went limp.

"Are you gone?"

"Gone."

Wu Xin lifted the green garbage cover, jumped out, leaned against the wall and began to vomit.

Niu Er also crawled out of it and said in despair: "Brother Xin, this place is too disgusting!" ”

After that, he also leaned against the wall and began to vomit.

A green bean fly buzzed around the two of them.

It wasn't until Wu Xin felt that the bile in his stomach was about to spit out, that he straightened up, leaned against the wall, and breathed heavily.

He had never smelled such a foul smell in his life, he had smelled the stench of rot and corpses but he had never come like today, it was not a garbage can at all, it was anti-human. Chemistry-like laboratory!

This smell is difficult to describe, although it is all household garbage, but after months of edification and rain, it forms a smell that can make zombies not smell blood and human smell!

Niu Er took off the broken egg shell on his head, and took out a cockroach from his pants: "This is not a place for people." ”

Wu Xin looked at the garbage on his body, almost spit it out again, took off a bloody aunt towel from his back, and screamed: "Ah~!" ”

For the next few minutes, the shouting and swearing continued.

"This is still fucking shameless, can you wrap up the wine bottle and throw it away!"

"What the hell is this? The yellow ones still stink! ”

I don't know how long it took, but the two of them couldn't tell what color it was, and the smell on each other's bodies couldn't tell that they were human even if they stood in the pile of zombies.

Wu Xin leaned against the wall, his face was desperate, and he rubbed his nose, which had lost his sense of smell: "Niu Er, don't you bandage your feet." ”

Niu Er, who was tall and tall, was like a defeated hen at this time, and shook his head with a blank look in his eyes: "I'm not in the mood." ”

As he spoke, the roar of a car was heard, and a white Accord sedan stopped in the alley not far away.

A familiar voice came.

"Brother, there is no one around here, why did you cause so many zombies."

"Let's take a closer look, whether it was deliberately attracted by the people from Brother Donkey's side."

Wu Xin and the two glanced at each other, this voice was a little familiar, but they couldn't think of who it was, their brains had already lost the ability to think in the you picked me up just now, of course, it was also possible that it was smoked.

"Yo, brother, there are two dead people in that piece."

Two figures suddenly walked over, four pairs of eyes looked at each other, and the four of them were stunned together.

"Is that you?"

"Is that you?"