The figure licked its lips, its slender tongue licking away all the flesh stuck between its teeth.

"Yourself here?" Leng Yan subconsciously looked upstairs, and seemed to see a shaking sound and shadow at the window on the fifth floor.

"Yes, it's me," said the man, walking in and out of the obstacles, and soon came to the door of the intact glass door.

"Why are there so few zombies around here?" Leng Yan narrowed his eyes and continued to ask.

"I don't know, since that layer of fog appeared, there have been a lot fewer zombies in the vicinity, maybe I'm also afraid of those things," the middle-aged man gently opened the door, and a cold breath greeted him.

Even the middle-aged man who took the lead couldn't help but shrink his neck, in a five-story building in a bunch of high-rise buildings, he couldn't see the sun all year round, but fortunately, the rent was low, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen here anyway.

"You drew the white line?" Leng Yan seemed to have thought of something and continued to ask.

"Yes, all of a sudden, one day, the fog appeared for some reason, and I was afraid that the fog would expand again, so I went around every day to take a look, and if it went on, then I might not be able to stay here any longer. Luckily, the fog hadn't advanced a single bit since it first appeared. The middle-aged man didn't expect Leng Yan's observation to be so detailed, it had been a long time since he drew the white line, except for himself, others estimated that they needed to lie on the ground to see the white line that was almost disappearing.

This hospital is a few hundred meters away from the edge of that layer of fog, and it is indeed living on the tip of a knife.

"Then why don't you just leave?" Leng Yan stood at the gate, looking at the black hall, and did not go in for the first time, he already knew that this man was lying, how could he risk his life so easily.

"Although there is a fog caused by that unknown situation, but there are few zombies of the same kind, this is my home, I still don't want to leave if I can..."

"So, what is the reason you brought us here?"

A look of panic flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he stammered a little: "I don't understand what you're talking about." ”

"Really?" A blue flame smashed directly into the middle-aged man's body, and the middle-aged man subconsciously dodged, and the flame immediately smashed on the materials piled on the first floor, and immediately burned.

"Are you crazy!" The smile that the middle-aged man had managed to squeeze out disappeared instantly, and he began to yell hoarsely, then picked up an unrecognizable item next to him, and desperately slapped it on top of those materials, trying to extinguish the flames.

At the same time as the middle-aged man let out a heart-rending roar, a roar that did not resemble a human voice suddenly came from upstairs, and the sound was actually somewhat similar to a zombie.

Unlike Leng Yan's raised corners of his mouth, the middle-aged man's face instantly turned pale, and when he looked at Leng Yan again, the expression of the good old man was long gone, replaced by an extremely resentful look.

A large hole was cracked in his head, and the bricks fell with a clatter, kicking up patches of dust.

A figure jumped down from the ceiling, and Leng Yanzheng saw that it was actually a man whose face was bitten off half of his face, and there was a green corpse core in the middle of the man's forehead, and the moment he saw the corpse core, Leng Yan lost all interest.

Leng Yan originally thought that there could be any big guys, but it turned out to be just a second-order corpse, which disappointed him too much.

Originally, the appearance of most corpses was not much different from that of humans, but the corpse in front of him had obviously been injured before, and it became a corpse again when it was not healed, so that half of the face will always maintain the appearance of being injured before, although it will not bleed, but the scar will always exist.

From the half of the rotten face, you can see that the corpse has some sharp fangs, a somewhat slender tongue, and that eyes full of hatred, looking at Leng Yan's eyes full of coldness.

"It's not purely a zombie, it's not purely a zombie, what kind of monster are you?" Leng Yan looked at the figure whose saliva kept dripping onto the ground, and asked with some curiosity.

"Death," the voice was a little hoarse, like a gear that hadn't been lubricated for a long time, making an unpleasant grinding sound.

"Son, be careful, he is the one who is able," although the middle-aged man is an ordinary survivor, he still knows a lot about the ability and the evolutionary, because he has deceived many people before, and without exception, they all followed him back to this seemingly very safe clinic, and then they all became food in his son's belly.

He could feel that his son's strength had further improved after eating people, and his courage had also become bigger, after all, the more powerful his son was, the more he would rely on.

As for his son's recent memory, which has become more and more confusing, and sometimes he can't even remember who he is, he selectively ignores it.

The figure turned into a black shadow, and rushed towards Leng Yan's direction at an extremely fast speed, which was not enough for Leng Yan at all.

'Bang! Black blood flew all over the sky, and those bared fangs were instantly smashed by Leng Yan's punch, grabbed the shoulder of the corpse, and smashed it to the ground, and the fists were dazzled and smashed on the body of the corpse, and the corpse kept roaring, and the whole body was shriveled down like a deflated ball, and the black blood and the bones of Sen Bai were shattered.

"I'm curious, how did you end up like this?" Leng Yan looked at the head on the ground that only had half of his face left, and then stood up and asked.

"Son, son, stop!" The middle-aged man didn't expect the young man to be so powerful, he originally thought that these were the three fat sheep sent to the door, but he didn't expect that it would attract three disaster stars, his son's body has become meat puree, and it is basically impossible to recover.

'Bang! The middle-aged man's footsteps paused, rolled his eyes, and fell directly to the ground.

"It's noisy," the man fell right at Yun Comb's feet.

The corpse with only half of its face left was still lying on the ground at this time, making a meaningless roar, and did not react to Leng Yan's question, constantly opening its dark mouth, just trying to bite Leng Yan's calf.

"What's going on?" Leng Yan looked at this corpse with all over its body except for its face, but it didn't seem to have a human mind, and the only thing that drove it was the desire for flesh and blood.