Heaven never punishes the wicked, because it never knows what is good and what is evil;

There is no good or evil in what it gives to all things, it is only the instinct of survival.

But isn't it because people are human beings, and isn't it because of the idea of good and evil—the things called human nature—that they become so special?

If you abandon these things and return to instinct, what difference will it be from other people who are scolded as animals every day?

Isn't that what makes it so powerful?

Five dogs surrounded him, as if they had seen the best food, and it was time to play before the meal.

It is said that cats have a habit of playing with their prey, and it seems that dogs have it too.

They didn't kill the boy at once, but one of them threw him down and stomped on him, slashing his claws at him from time to time, causing him to scream in tears.

Mo Ran was shocked, not only because of what he saw in front of him. The appearance of the five dogs was completely beyond his prediction, and they were more than twice the size of the original.

The hairs, which had been carefully groomed by their original owners, were as smooth and supple as pig's manes—hard, dirty, and dull;

The bared teeth are unusually fierce, as if they can easily bite off a person's neck with a single bite.

Of course, what is more important is that even such shouting did not attract zombies.

Therefore, Mo Ran didn't dare to move even more, but instead hid his body more secretly.

It's just that the five dogs seem to be having more fun, barking and biting from time to time, which makes the boy scream and cry for his mother, and he is extremely miserable.

Mo Ran couldn't help but feel a little unbearable in his heart, but he still didn't move, but hid his aura even more.

The dogs reminded him of wolves who hunted with them, luring their companions to rescue them with their prey and then hunt them all down.

From their sly gazes, Mo Ran seemed to capture their thoughts.

He didn't even dare to breathe too much, these dogs made him feel an extremely dangerous aura, and each one of them seemed to have evolved.

One of them, in particular, was a golden retriever, with a huge size that was almost like a small car, and its huge claws were as thick as the soles of a human foot.

Mo Ran didn't dare to imagine how powerful it would be.

I don't know how long I played, Mo Ran felt soaked all over, and then he bit off the boy's neck as if he was tired of playing.

It was just a gentle bite, and it wasn't the big golden retriever, but the shortest corgi.

Then Mo Ran saw their fierce eyes looking this way, and dropped their prey and began to walk towards them little by little.

Mo Ran felt that his heart was about to stop beating, and the palms of his hands holding the knife were full of sweat, but how could he sit still and wait for death.

Fortunately, they seemed to be cautious, did not disperse, and did not rush over, apparently because they sensed the danger of Mo Ran.

"What should I do?"

Mo Ran had no confidence at all that he could kill these five dogs and escape, even if he did, he had no confidence in escaping.

Suddenly, he immediately remembered the three energy crystals he had just obtained, and then swallowed them without hesitation.

I have already eaten thirty-seven of them, and with these three of them, it is a full 40, which is already five times the original number.

If you can evolve, maybe there is hope, even if you can't kill, you can escape.

"Boom~"

When the third one was swallowed, that familiar feeling immediately appeared, and the power continued to radiate throughout the body.

In just a few moments, his body was doubled again and reached level three.

"Evolved!"

It's not just a simple evolution, it's also a qualitative leap.

8 times the power?

Mo Ran felt that his whole body seemed to be full of strength, his muscles were stronger, and his spiritual perception had also produced a qualitative leap, and he could only see a blur just a hundred meters away, but now he could see clearly.

But just as he was succeeding in his evolution, the five dogs stopped moving forward at the same time and began to bark at this side.

Evolved Mo Ran felt that his spiritual strength was extremely full at this moment, and that fear seemed to fade immediately, and he turned around and walked out directly, confronting a few stopped dogs.

"Wow!"

Mo Ran's appearance immediately made several dogs who were originally calm start to be restless, perhaps the knife in his hand gave them a threatening feeling.

"Get out of here, if you don't roll anymore, I'm going to eat dog meat hot pot tonight."

Mo Ran burst into a shout directly, and then made a move.

Several dogs immediately assumed a defensive posture and let out a low roar from their mouths.

Seeing that Mo Ran didn't really mean to attack, as if he sensed Mo Ran's danger, after weighing it, he began to retreat a little bit, until he retreated a hundred meters away again, and then quickly escaped.

However, when he left, he didn't forget to pick up the boy who had lost his breath, and even turned around and screamed a few times, as if he was unwilling to warn.

Mo Ran didn't pay attention to it, just watched them pick up the boy's corpse with a cautious and cautious appearance, hunters would never be so cautious about their prey.

It was a feeling of being afraid of spoiling the food, which is only possible when dealing with offerings.

Although I thought that there would be more serious existences, but seeing that such a few dogs that were already strong were so willing to be the little brothers, how strong would that commander be?

Even if there are only these five, Mo Ran can make a game with his current strength, but he is not very sure that he will kill them all, and he will definitely suffer a lot of injuries.

"If only there were guns." Mo Ran couldn't help but think that if there were guns, even these evolved dogs would not be able to withstand a few shots.

Thinking like this, I can't help but be a little envious of the United States, which knows that guns are not banned, and perhaps the probability of their survival will be greater.

I can't help but hope that the army has passed, and even if there will be sacrifices, they should adjust.

However, if you think about it, you don't have much hope, although the army is strong, it is still a minority, and because of the extremely strict control, the ordinary reserves must be very small.

When a disaster suddenly breaks out, they must also be caught off guard, so where can they get more armaments?

This is already a small number, and if it loses more than half, it will be a drop in the bucket for the entire country.

Besides, who hasn't been a little selfish! The original conditions for the unity of all the people have been lost, and only their own survival is the highest priority, and how many people are willing to sacrifice themselves to save others?

Even if there is, or all of them, how much courage do hundreds of thousands of zombies have?

So the only hope that can survive is yourself.

And he actually found that he didn't know if it was because he had killed too many people (zombies) in the past few days, and he didn't feel much about a living person dying in front of him.