Foggy, gray, and pervasive.

It's like dusty milk falling from the sky, so thick that it can't be penetrated, and it still exudes a faint smell.

According to Tang Sheng's human eye, the visibility is already less than three or four meters.

Beyond this distance, it is difficult to distinguish between humans and animals.

At this time, if a zombie suddenly pounces, it is difficult for her to have time to react.

Because she relies on her eyesight, but the zombies are not!

Maybe a little tremor on the ground, a hint of meat in the air, can activate their attack mode.

In other words, there are extreme pros and cons to such a situation.

Advantageously, the people in the building will not see her, and she can leave with a swagger.

The disadvantage is that there are more lurking "killers", and there are crises everywhere.

But what choice did she have?

"Tiger smash, follow my sister." Tang Sheng squatted down and stroked the silent kitten, "If you take a few wrong steps, you may not be able to find your sister." ”

The kitten meowed, indicating that she knew.

Tang Sheng still couldn't help nagging and instructing the thousandth hundred times, like a qualified old mother, "If there is danger, or if my sister dies, you remember to go to the lord." ”

The kitten crouched there and began to lick its paws, with a look of "I can't hear, I can't hear" bear child.

Alas, forget it.

To each his own life.

Cats have nine lives.

This bionic robot cat must be stronger, so she won't be a mother-in-law anymore.

Tang Sheng straightened up and took a deep breath.

Cautiously and firmly, he took a few steps forward and entered the thick fog.

When she looked back, even the big pillar where she was hiding was blurred, and the shadow was like a chasing giant.

Don't scare yourself.

She said secretly, but for some reason she remembered Stephen King's novel "The Mist".

Isn't that similar?

Inexplicable fog, a disgusting man-eating monster appeared in the fog.

That's a horror movie.

She pulled out the gorgeous little dagger that had a psychological effect greater than the actual effect, and although she couldn't see the way, she moved in the direction of the bee zombie with her memory.

No matter what the weather, it has no effect on the behavior of low-level zombies.

Since their behavior and trajectory are fixed, they will not be easily changed now.

And her escape this time was completely risky, by feeling.

So no matter how reluctant, dangerous, or incredible, she had to find the "guide bee" first.

Step by step, I don't know how long it took, I just felt that I was going deeper and deeper in the fog, but I still didn't encounter anything.

Because of the changeable weather, she chose to wear lightweight, warm, convenient, strong and loose clothes.

However, although this fog came strangely, it was not cold at all, and even a little stuffy.

Coupled with the nervousness of his mood, Tang Sheng quickly sweated.

She knew it was bad, because sweat gave her smell, which people couldn't smell, but animals could.

Zombies that are more ferocious than animals and greedy than humans are even more good.

She stopped, took off the girdle around her neck to wipe her sweat, and tried to throw the scarf in place.

This can also play a role in making a sound.

In the unlikely event that a low-level person comes around, the scarf will distract a considerable part of the attention.

Before she hibernated, she had tried this, no matter which time she was surrounded by water, as long as she threw out things with human blood and human smell, a large number of zombies would swarm her, and the pressure she took on would be dispersed a lot, and she could find a way out as soon as possible.

However, when she threw the fence on the ground, she heard a "card".

It was a sound squeezed out of his throat, a monosyllabic formed by having perfect vocal cords but losing the ability to speak, and Tang Sheng listened to it too much after the end of the world.

You don't have to judge intellectually, you instinctively know what it is.

She felt the hairs on her body stand on end, and immediately stopped, clenched the dagger in her hand, and looked around vigilantly.

The fog, like a boiling soup, is constantly tumbling despite having no temperature.

In particular, under the agitation of foreign bodies.

Then I saw a dark shadow slowly approaching in front of me.

At first, it was like a mottled fog, but soon it became clear to a stiff figure.

At the same time, there was the sound of thumping footsteps.

Low-level zombies can't take their hands and feet lightly, because their joints seem to be locked.

So, while they possess speed and strength that humans can't match, they're not without weaknesses to overcome.

Hit the joints, a headshot, the only way.

But soon, there was movement in three other directions.

There seemed to be four zombies surrounding them......

No, it should be five.

After all, there was a sound coming from the ground, slow, and swishing, like crawling.

In his busy schedule, Tang Sheng looked down at the fat tiger at his feet.

Sima had to add a chicken leg to Li Xiaoshan, no, a human leg, because he made the fat tiger extremely precise and exquisite, which can be called perfect.

Except for the kitten's "caliber" and that tail full of wires, oh, it doesn't have a navel yet, and the fat tiger is no different from a normal kitten. The same fluffy, the same hot, soft, the same cute.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to deceive her in the first place.

As a result, this little thing has feline vigilance, tsundere and a sense of distance at the same time.

In particular, he can sense and predict danger, and is quite keen.

But at this time, although the fat tiger looked around with wide eyes and stood up from the squatting state, he did not blow up his hair.

Does this mean that there is not much danger?

Looking up again, the first low-level zombie has appeared.

Tang Sheng recognized it at a glance, it was one of several "guide bees", because it had a bag on its head.

She didn't know why the person who was manipulating it all did it.

For a good distinction? Or is it pure bad taste?

In short, all bee zombies have a bag on their foreheads, which looks disgusting, like festering abscesses.

If she hadn't paid special attention to it, she would never have noticed this abnormality, but she relied on it to identify it.

But now that it was closer, Tang Sheng found that the blood bag was not a mark, it was imitating the tentacles of a bee.

And it's not just the pursuit of similarity in appearance, looking at the material, it's not like human flesh, but like rubber.

Could it be a navigation antenna?

Use this antenna to control the behavior of low-level zombies?

Die and die!

Gritting his teeth, Tang Sheng took the dagger back into his hand and clasped it secretly, and the zombies surrounded him with his real face.

She was so nervous that her body tensed, her whole body was cold, and she didn't even seem to be flowing blood.

Zombies!

Will eat people, will tear her apart.

I've never faced zombies, either fighting or running, you live or die, and you didn't even stand there stupidly scared.

And now, she is at the mercy of slaughter.

Because she's gambling.

Bet on the Fat Tiger's sense of danger.

Bet on the humans who secretly manipulate all of this, and the control of the "guide bee" is absolute and complete.

Don't get any closer! Don't get any closer!

If she got closer, she couldn't bear it anymore.

………… The words of the sugar dumplings............

July 1 into V.

More after 10 a.m.

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