The blood slowly flowed down, and the people around them tried in vain to save the lost lives, but in exchange for heart-rending cries.

The man in the robe, with a cruel smile on his lips, hid aside, admiring the scene before him, and he had seen many times that those who forsaken God's favor would endure endless suffering, and the expressions and tears of those sinners could always satisfy the perverted pleasure in his heart. Looking at the young and beautiful woman lying on the corpse, it will soon become a touch of color in the picture scroll of flesh and blood.

But soon he discovered the anomaly, under normal circumstances, when he killed the first culprit, the fresh blood spurted out would immediately make the apostles in the container swarm out, and he only had to hide and enjoy the desperate expressions and wonderful wails of the sinners, but today when he also shot the leader, the apostles in the two containers that opened the door did not react, and still hid in the depths. It was as if he was still standing at the door, but he had already hid with his men at the first time, and it would not affect the apostles' sacrament at all!

The counterattack of those people on the opposite side soon began, only to see a one-eyed man, leading a few people to rush over frantically, he picked up the barricade that was back in front of him, and threw it at them beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, a huge whistling sound sounded, and the two cultists who couldn't dodge were pierced by the spikes of the barricade synapse, he lay on the ground to escape a catastrophe, and could only subconsciously order to shoot. But before they could raise their guns again, three figures came to them like the wind.

A wonderful wail still sounded, but this time it was no longer the sinners who screamed, but the congregants beside him, a tall figure, standing in front of him, and he was so weak that he couldn't get up in front of the single person who flashed red.

Two black-clothed and black-faced figures quickly flashed past their subordinates, like the scythe of death, constantly harvesting fragile souls.

Meng Qingqiang stared condescendingly at the robed man in front of him, eager to smash his head with one foot, but he didn't do it, it was too merciful for him to do so, since this person talked about pain and hell, then let him know what real hell was what he deserved.

Along the way, Yang Bin's voice carried the reverent "big brother", and the hearty laughter that made people see hope in the dark, drinking relative to each other in front of the bonfire, and finally turned into a terrible cry behind him. Meng Qingqiang's anger scorched his heart.

With his reaction and body, he could actually help Yang Bin block the bullet that could destroy hope, but he was completely immersed in the conjecture of the dark red liquid and the corpse's reaction, and when he reacted, the bright red blood had already flowed down, and he felt a long-lost regret, this was the first friend to fall in front of him after the end of the world!

The young Yang Bin was not afraid of hardships and dangers, leading the old and weak around him, running towards the hope in his heart, even in the darkest moment, he never gave up, but before he arrived at the land of hope, he was shot dead by a madman of the same kind. What a sadness and despair.

A dark cloud drifted across the sky, obscuring the warm sun. More people wept behind them, they were grieving for their young leader.

The killing soon stopped, leaving only the trembling body that was crawling on the ground in front of Meng Qingqiang, under the command of Meng Qingqiang, two black hands, pulled this body up, stripped all his clothes, dipped the muddy sewage and the blood of the surrounding corpses with debris, wiped the patterns on the man's face and hands, and then took him to the container, looking at the corpse shrunk inside, Meng Qingqiang threw him in with his own hands.

The man who realized what was about to happen struggled to his feet, pleading loudly to rush out, but was greeted by two desperate closed doors and blood-red eyes in the endless darkness.

Meng Qingqiang, who was standing outside the door, listened quietly, the terrible screams and the sound of crazy food grabbing from the container, but the anger in his heart did not weaken at all. A name popped up in his head

"Alpha Sect!" This damned cult deserves to be destroyed more than the corpses, and the use of corpses to kill its own kind of people fully reflects its evil.

Meng Qingqiang firmly remembered this name, and if he met him again, he would definitely send these madmen to hell with his own hands as soon as possible.

Dark clouds still hung over the sky, sad people wiped the blood from the corners of the young leader's mouth, the girl on the side had already fainted from crying, Meng Qingqiang asked her to carry her back to the car, and asked Bai Ying to take good care of her. Xing Tianliang, Ji Liang and others gathered around and looked at Meng Qingqiang.

"Yang Bin wants to take you to the transit station, where to seek a happy life, now there is in front of you, although he has left, I will definitely help you realize his wish."

Look at the sad crowd around you. Meng Qingqiang gritted his teeth, directed everyone to look for wood around, set up an incineration table, and the women and old people in the crowd helped Yang Bin change into clean clothes, and then carried him up. Meng Qingqiang led everyone to stand in front of the stage, picked up a bottle of liquor, and slowly sprinkled it on the young body.

The fire was lit, and under the dark clouds, the flames were so bright, like a faded smile that brought the last warmth to people, and the crowd cried, which was diametrically opposed to the lively and joyful scene the night before. Watch as the flames gradually engulf the body.

Meng Qingqiang didn't say a word, he had just thought about transforming Yang Bin into a black hand, but as a friend, he didn't do it, he couldn't say why, he just wanted to keep that face full of hearty warm smile in his heart forever, instead of turning into an expressionless killing machine.

At the same time, a wake-up call also sounded in his heart, since the completion of Mengjia Village, he has been smooth sailing, never thought that his friends around him would suddenly encounter misfortune, his perception is still sensitive, but his heart's perception has been dull, this is the end of the world, man-eating monsters, beasts, and even the same kind will bring countless dangers, he must always be vigilant, for every trace of danger around him, he must be the first time, the first strike, even if it will be injured by mistake, he does not hesitate, he does not want anyone, his relatives, The friend fell in front of him.

The flames gradually extinguished, and the people waiting on the side gathered the remaining ashes and set out on the road again.

Meng Qingqiang looked at the bottles of dark red liquid in his hand and thought quietly. Most of the liquid is human blood, and that small part should be the blood of corpses, these blood are different from the blood of ordinary corpses, it is obviously the blood of high-level corpses who are similar to Meng Qingqiang, but it can be seen that this kind of blood has no effect on the black hands that he transforms, does that mean that Meng Qingqiang's level is higher than the owner of the blood, and he never thought that the corpse fluid mixed with human blood still maintains a certain degree of activity, and at the same time can also have a deterrent power on ordinary corpses, so does his own blood also have the same effect? He wanted to give it a try, but the corpses had already been reduced to pieces by his rage.

Meng Qingqiang sat in the co-pilot, Wang Yan was driving, and Xing Tianliang and two black hands were sitting behind him. Bai Ying took care of Yang Lili in the bus, and the other pickup truck was driven by Ji Liang.

Meng Qingqiang told the two people in the car his thoughts and wanted to hear their thoughts

Wang Yan agreed with his conjecture and thought that Mengjiacun could also try the same method, while Xing Tianliang in the back row proposed a bolder method after being silent for a while, he proposed to tattoo Meng Qingqiang's blood on the body of a normal person through tattooing, so that there would be no problem of being wiped off or losing its effect for a long time. Hearing his words, Meng Qingqiang and Wang Yan were both surprised and felt that this idea was too bold.

Xing Tianliang analyzed, normal people have immunity, the result of tattoos is nothing more than three kinds, one is useless, the second is that the tattoo person is transformed into a black hand, and the third will be very ideal, the tattoo person has the ability to deter ordinary corpses, and is no longer afraid of ordinary corpses, and Meng Qingqiang can perceive the existence of tattoos, if it can also bring a certain amount of physical reinforcement to the tattoo person, it is even more ideal.

Meng Qingqiang did not object to this, but he also had his bottom line, that is, it must be tested, and the object of the experiment must not be the villagers of Mengjia Village.

After studying for a while, Meng Qingqiang suddenly had a new idea, he pulled out the dagger pinned to the side of his calf, wanting to cut his own skin, take a drop of his own blood and mix it with the dark red liquid in his hand, and see what the result could be. But what made him depressed was that the sharp dagger couldn't cut his skin, but you can imagine how tough his skin is now, it is estimated that it is difficult for a small firearm to hurt him again, it took a lot of effort, a few minutes, and finally cut a, a small wound, he quickly squeezed out a small drop of black blood, and then the wound closed. It amazed him at his physical strength and resilience.

I saw that after the blood dripped into the liquid, the liquid seemed to be boiling, and since it was stirred, the dark red blood gradually turned black, and the visual inspection was still Meng Qingqiang's blood was a little overbearing. After this, he became interested in his own blood, and decided that after going back this time, he must bring a few more testing instruments, so that Bai Ying can study it carefully and develop the "resources" of this body

The convoy moved slowly forward, and finally arrived in the evening, the small seaside town where the transit station was located, and soon after entering the city, the convoy encountered the checkpoint again, but these were not built by the cult, but by those who relied on the transit station after returning from the defection. After some negotiations, they were allowed to enter after receiving a small amount of supplies, so it seems that the humans living in the vicinity of the transit station have spontaneously formed different organizations.

The more they walked inside, the more surprised Meng Qingqiang and the others became, as the convoy went deeper, they found that there were occasional passers-by on the side of the road, individual shops were also open, and more were stalls that appeared in front of them from time to time, and these stalls sold a wide variety of things, from weapons to food. Most of the people are bartering, and some use a special kind of chip-like thing, which everyone analyzes may be the "currency" used by the transit station

Everything in front of me shows that this is a human city, a small city that was built after the end of the world, but it really belongs to human beings. This surprised everyone who was already unfamiliar with such a scene.

The road finally came to an end, and following the guidance of the people at the checkpoint just now, the group finally arrived at the "long-famous" transit station after many twists and turns.