Wang Ying couldn't believe at this moment that in just a few months, a person's humanity would be mutated into such a deformity. Even if he is a ruthless person, he has seen it, he traveled to major cities across the country when he was young, no matter what kind of person he has never seen. The murderous person, at most, will send the other party to the hospital, and there is still room for action. Even if it is the end of the world, killing and being killed happens all the time. But that's all for survival, and practices like crows can no longer be described as cruel.

Kaifeng's head, after rolling on the ground and pausing, happened to be facing him. Although in the dark, the owner of this head could be distinguished by the light of the motorcycle lamp, Wang Ying felt that the pair of dead eyes were staring at him. Even if a bold person suddenly encounters this kind of thing, he still can't accept it immediately.

Wang Ying's body trembled: "Could it be that I am really wrong?" "If he had met someone else, perhaps his decision would not have led to such an outcome. But he met a crow, a man who hated the world in the first place. So, whether they compromise or resist, the end result is the same.

Wang Ying didn't dare to resist, if he showed a little resistance now, the other party would immediately take action against him. There was no movement on the bus behind him, and there were originally people discussing in a low voice, but it was quiet at this time. He didn't dare to look back, his mind went blank.

The crow must have been a battle-hardened man, and his body, hidden in the seemingly dirt-covered rags, naturally exuded an imposing momentum. This breath of death, if you focus all your attention on it, can be felt. Wang Ying couldn't see the crow's face clearly, nor could he see his current expression.

The crow, wrapped in mummies, has dirt on its body, maybe it's the blood of zombies, maybe it's human. In the face of such a character, Wang Ying's heart can no longer be calm.

The wicked will never give you a chance. Just when Wang Ying's heart was chaotic like a puddle of muddy sewage, the gang of madmen he was facing suddenly screamed again. Then, from the light, there were many popular fires, in a parabola, and they were thrown in the direction of Wang Ying.

"Not good!" In the face of real danger, Wang Ying is not as frightened as ordinary people. He was scared and shocked, but when danger approached, the desire to survive that erupted in the hearts of human beings would bring out their potential.

The reason why the opponent did not take a strong attack at the beginning was because there was no advantage in firepower. If you continue to attack, you are likely to lose both. They were obviously ready to eat this wave of people, why did they waste so much time on Wang Ying? The only possibility, that is, what is happening right in front of you. They were deliberately delaying the preparation of these incendiary bombs.

Not to mention that more than a dozen ****** were thrown together, except for Wang Ying, almost all of the rest were smashed on the bus. The body of the bus burst into flames, and it was filled with flames in an instant. The space was filled with a strong smell of gasoline, and the fire was only a few steps away from Wang Ying, and the burning sensation came to his face, making him subconsciously rush to the ground.

The entire area of the gas station is bright, with a little breeze blowing and firelight dancing. At this time, by the light of the fire, Wang Ying was in a panic and saw the true face of the crow. Those filthy strips of cloth, dancing with the fire demons. And that face was completely exposed to the air.

This face, maybe you will never forget it after seeing it. Puffy, erosive, distorted, is this still a human face? The crow's entire body, except for the face, was wrapped in strips of cloth. And that face, only from the outline of the eyes and mouth, can distinguish the face that used to be human. His nose was gone, only a black notch remained, and the rest of the place, like wax that had been roasted by a fire, except for the eyes, which were still intact.

Crow, what kind of things happened to him that made him so perverted. This face is not a human face at all, but a demon from hell, a real face.

The crow looked at the raging fire, but did not react immediately, just watched quietly, as if he was deeply touched by the scene in front of him. It wasn't until he realized that something was wrong that he frowned slightly. In fact, even if he was frowning, he couldn't see it, because his eyebrows were already bare and slippery.

The fire spread throughout the body, and the people who were supposed to be wailing in the car did not even move at all. The crow was very unhappy tonight, originally thought that he could return with a full load, but he didn't expect that the other party was a difficult bone to gnaw, and using fire attack was already the most effective way. This means that he can't get the people and materials in the car, and making such a move can only satisfy the momentary pleasure in his heart.

He waved his hand, and several people came forward behind him with knives and sticks, and if they wanted to come forward to check, they had to deal with Wang Ying first. When it was finally time to do it, the crow's men let out strange cries of victory, as if celebrating victory. But they hadn't run a few steps before they suddenly fell to the ground, motionless.

"Run!" Someone shouted from behind the bus, it was a woman's voice. When the crow saw that his men had been killed, he became even more angry, and opened his already small mouth and let out a roar. And the subordinates behind him also rushed forward angrily.

The other party didn't know, but Wang Ying heard that it was Donna's voice, he was only seven or eight meters away from the crows, and when he reacted, there were already two people divided into left and right, attacking him.

Fortunately, Donna, who was hiding in the dark, fired two more shots in time, killing the two people, and Wang Ying took the opportunity to run back. As he passed the bus, he even felt his hair scorched by the fire. Regardless of the pain in his head, he ran as hard as he could, and the group of lifeless maniacs behind him, if he caught him, he would definitely not let him die too happily.

After Wang Ying ran to the bus, he saw Zhang Zhao standing next to the building waiting for him, and there was no trace of Donna. The people behind them shouted and chased after them, and the two didn't have time to say anything. There is a small path next to the building, and down there is a small vegetable patch, and I can vaguely see a figure running in front of me.

Some of the crows carried flashlights, some held torches, chasing and scolding. This road is not easy to walk, Zhang Zhao and his group ran in front, and there was no lighting with things, and people often fell to the ground after running a few steps. The crows are not feeling well, they are now full of anger and have nowhere to vent, so they want to catch each other's people and kill them.

As early as after Wang Ying got out of the car, Zhang Zhao noticed that something was wrong, and took advantage of the other party's attention to focus on Wang Ying, quietly took the people in the car out of the car, and then followed the building of the restaurant to the vegetable patch below. In this case, he only begged Wang Ying to delay for a few minutes to give everyone some chance to escape. Then after the people went away, they turned back and saved Wang Ying in time.

"Not good!" Zhang Zhao secretly screamed. Outside the vegetable patch, there is a road, and the crows are chasing them along the road on motorcycles, and if they don't get out in time, they will be easily surrounded. Seeing that most of his team members ran onto the highway and ran out, and in the end only he and Wang Ying were at the bottom, Zhang Zhao gritted his teeth and ran forward vigorously. The vegetable patch is a low-lying and uneven section of the road, and there is mud in some places, which will slip or stick mud on your feet if you accidentally step on it, which will affect your speed. Zhang Zhao lived in the countryside when he was a child, and perhaps running was not his strong point, but in such a geographical environment, he gradually gave full play to the advantages of mischief when he was a child.

He runs as if he is jumping, lifting his legs very high, and stepping on the mud on his feet will also be thrown off by his action. When he ran forty or fifty meters away, he and Wang Ying started at the same time, and they also opened up a distance of four or five meters. The crow's pursuers were very close, and the range of light was exactly the range of Zhang Zhao and Wang Ying, and some people were annoyed and angry, and threw the knives and sticks in their hands hard.

Most of the crows are pre-apocalyptic gangsters, not to mention anything else, but fighting is a strong point. After a few months of nightmarish life, there has also been a lot of improvement in physical fitness, and it is not difficult to throw a stick or knife or something. Wang Ying ran behind, and they all felt something flying past him and overhead.

I was about to run to the highway, but I felt a pain in my back. That kind of hot pain is most likely caused by a sharp weapon. But even if he was injured, he didn't dare to stop. If there were more than a dozen zombies chasing behind him, even if it was dozens of zombies, he would not run away without his life. That's human, a group of fierce and vicious humans, people who can survive at the beginning of the apocalypse, are not simple characters. Anyone without absolute faith has no guarantee that they will survive the siege of a dozen humans.

What made Wang Ying feel most relieved was that Zhang Zhao did not escape first, but stood on the highway waiting for him. The crows chasing along the highway on motorcycles are also approaching. Under the highway was a pitch black patch, with bushes, and in a hurry, Zhang Zhao shouted and jumped.

When my butt hit the ground, I even felt like I was scratched by something sharp. After the two of them jumped into the bushes, they tumbled down the slope, and the weeds on the side of the road slipped their cheeks, but fortunately they were wearing long sleeves and trousers, although the temperature was very hot during the day. After rolling more than a dozen times in a row, the two of them landed heavily, and their bodies hit the stones on the ground, and the pain was straight.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Zhao looked at the flickering lights overhead, fortunately they didn't jump down like himself, and they were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. He turned on the flashlight and pulled Wang Ying up from the ground. It is a wide stream, the water is not deep, and the stones under the stream are exposed.

In the darkness in the distance, a bright light gradually lit up, and it was Guo Rong who dared to turn on the flashlight only after they ran away.

"I'm fine." Wang Ying didn't tell about the injury, now was not the time, not to mention, he felt stupid to death now, and almost because of his ignorance, the whole team threw their lives here. What he had experienced tonight was the most terrifying in months, including meeting the first person in the apocalypse who made him feel terrible in his heart.

The crows didn't give up, how could they possibly give up? It's like when you're very angry, you chase someone, and you can't catch up with them, and every time you reach out and try to catch them, you're just one step away. At first you just want to catch him and punch him twice, but because of this accumulated anger, you only have one thought, and that is to catch him and just beat him to death.

Running along the creek full of stones of different sizes, the crows' motorcycles are useless, not only to stop their speed, but also to find an opportunity to fight back. The crows had no guns and could only fight in close combat, but Zhang Zhao had two sharpshooters with superb marksmanship.

The fire on the bus slowly weakened, and in the middle of the night the wind suddenly rose, and the torches in the hands of the fanatics swayed in the wind and hunted.

Seeing their prey getting farther and farther away, their whispers, as if celebrating the night's escape from death, the crow's heavy breathing became rapid.

"Boss, are they going to call the brethren back, they're running away?" A young man with a peaked cap asked, looking at the two waves of centaurs in the stream who were getting farther and farther away.

"Do you want to call them back?" The crow asked fiercely, and the young man in the cap looked at him and immediately lowered his head.

"Waste, you're all waste." The crow suddenly roared frantically at his men.

The young man in the cap realized what a mistake he had made, the crow would never let go of any prey. He panicked and gave himself two big ear scrapers: "Boss, I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong." ”

"Well, I'm not angry, you go." The crow said coldly.

The young man in the cap is pardoned, and now disappearing in front of the crow's eyes is the best policy, and the devil knows what will happen when the boss goes berserk. As hard as it would be to chase this group, you should get out of here now, right away.

The young man in the cap was about to walk down the road with a torch, but he felt a chill in his heart. He slowly lowered his head and saw a blade shining with cold light on his chest. He wanted to cry, remembering the moment he joined the crow, the desperate look in his sister's eyes as she was pulled into the little dark room. The corners of his mouth twitched, and tears blurred his vision. It hurts, his heart hurts, he just wants to live, but he didn't expect to kill his own sister in the end. He hated, but he had to face this ugly person every day like a grandson.

Before the last word of "your mother......" could be uttered, the young man in the peaked cap fell to the ground with a thud, and disappeared into the bushes along the downhill slope of the road.

"I'm telling you to die!" The crow brought the scythe in his hand to his face, stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on it.