"Hmm......"

A low groan rang out from the dark room.

Effortlessly propping up his body, even in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, as the best killer, he could accurately judge his situation at the moment.

At the moment he was in a utility room.

He remembered that he should have died, killed by his own good brother.

Thinking of this, Wuxin's eyebrows rose slightly, if it weren't for the fleeting cold light in his eyes in the dark, maybe he would have been in a good mood.

Now his mind is blank, but one thing is undeniable, he is not dead.

Since he didn't die without intention, then naturally everyone else should die.

Wuxin took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

The first thing to do is to get out of this utility room and go to his good brother for his life, and perhaps his good boss.

Thinking like this, I unintentionally felt my blood boiling.

He has always respected the Order, because it was the Organisation that took him in when he was at his most desperate, and remained loyal to the Organisation even when it turned him into a murderous devil.

And now that the organization has given up on him, he hasn't met an opponent after killing so many people anyway, so boring, he doesn't mind challenging the strength of the organization at all.

There is no good or evil in the heartless world, if you are good to him, he will approve of you, and if you are a threat to him, it will be ruined.

Unintentional has never been unintentional, and doing things has always been freewheeling, and no one can interfere.

Slowed down, waited for his body to regain his strength before getting up, and walked towards the door with good night vision.

"Click-" Hang Erlang opened the door.

"......" and then unintentionally, the whole person is not good.

Wuxin's location was the utility room of the bicycle repair office on the side of the street, and the street was a mess, and there was not half a human hair.

Cracked roadbeds, collapsed houses, crashed vehicles, and a faint smell of blood and a thick rancid stench in the air.

"it!" The corners of Wuxin's mouth couldn't help twitching, this was a terrorist attack, right? But what kind of place is this? He didn't remember such a street in Kyoto.

Sighing softly, he had no intention of going down the street to see if there was anyone nearby, and now he had to figure out his situation.

After walking for a while, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the clothes on my body - what kind of thing is this tattered thing! Is this clearly a beggar's dress? But he didn't mean to be a beggar? Are you kidding!

Unintentionally, there is a less scientific conjecture in my heart, I can't really wear it, right? He remembered that he seemed to have seen a person when he was unconscious, but he didn't remember exactly what happened, and he woke up in this ghost place.

Walking on the dilapidated street in a daze, he unintentionally saw two or three rickety "people" in front of him walking towards him, and it seemed that the speed was still fast, and he was coming towards him.

Wuxin suddenly felt a chill in his back, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake. His intuition told him that these "people" were full of malice towards him, so he stopped and squinted at the "people" running in.

When I saw the appearance of those "people" clearly, I was unintentionally collapsed, "the groove!! Which crew are you from, do you directors know if you're running around in zombie makeup?! ”

Having said that, he didn't intend to turn around and run away, he wouldn't really think of these "people" as scary actors who ran out of the crew, or broke into the filming scene himself. There is no director here, no photographer, and third, the smell of blood and rancid smell in the air cannot be concealed!

It's really worn, isn't it? Wuxin rolled his eyes speechlessly in his heart again, if it wasn't for the well-dressed twenty-first century, would zombies suddenly appear? The end of the century has long passed, and it turns out that the Mayan prophecies are not accurate at all.

But! "! Why didn't anyone tell Lao Tzu that there were zombies in this world! "Otherwise, Lao Tzu wouldn't have stupidly gone to the street to attract the attention of zombies!

Wuxin has gradually understood his situation, he is really wearing it, and he is wearing it until the end of the world! This body was not his, it turned out that he died at the hands of his good brother.

Wuxin is the best killer, and he is naturally not afraid of death, but it doesn't mean that he wants to die. Moreover, this body is not as strong as his original body, and he began to feel out of strength after running for more than ten minutes.

He looked over and saw a small cottage.

Other buildings were so badly damaged that they were either inaccessible. And the two-meter-high courtyard door of this small villa is tightly locked, although I don't know if there are zombies inside, but it is better than being chased by a group of zombies on the street!

That's right, a group of zombies, the zombies were attracted by the smell of the living, and they unintentionally made such a big noise, so the original two or three became a dozen.

Unintentionally paused, braked quickly, and then turned his body and rushed to the iron gate on the right, grabbed the door pole and kicked it, and fell into the yard in less than three seconds.

The zombies chasing after them could only be isolated by the iron gate, patting the iron gate and roaring at the humans inside.

"I want to eat master, sample, you are still tender." Unintentionally hooked his lips and smiled, his dirty face was even more hideous than that of a zombie.

Unintentionally, he threw a flying kiss at the zombie and walked towards the villa.

The yard is only twenty or thirty square meters in size. The villa is a cream-colored French style building.

The gate is not locked and is not counter-locked. Wuxin gently pushed the door open, and the room was clean and empty, and many things were gone. It seems that the owner of the house has long since left.

Wuxin stood at the door and looked back at the manic zombies outside the iron gate, and closed the door with disdainful pouts, completely isolating the zombies from himself.

Now all he has to do is clean himself up and fill his stomach. Wuxin himself has a slight cleanliness habit, and this body looks like it hasn't eaten for at least three or four days, which is the most important problem at the moment.

Although the owner of the villa took a lot of things, he also left a lot of things, and it seems that the owner of the villa left in a hurry.

Wuxin grabbed a brand new bath towel from the master bedroom and couldn't wait to enter the bathroom.

Standing in the bathroom and looking at the dark and dirty person in the mirror, Heartless immediately couldn't help but twitch.

The dirt on this face must have been a few days since I took a bath, and - this thin arm and thin legs are simply weak compared to my original body! But you can't expect too much, after all, your real self should have been a dead person.

Staring at the mirror without intention, slowly uncovering the face of his body with hot water, he was a little expectant and a little apprehensive.

As the sewage flowed down the drain, the people in the bathroom began to show their true faces.

It was the body of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

The boy was very thin, but his height was there, and he was unintentionally satisfied with this body. Although this body is not as healthy as Wuxin's original body, it is still good as long as it is well maintained. As for the unintentional appearance, I really dislike it, I don't have the original self chic and handsome, but very gentle?

He smiled at the person in the mirror unpleasantly, and slowly wrapped his lower body in a bath towel.

Gentle? He was never a gentle person.

Out of the bathroom, he walked towards the third floor unintentionally, he wanted to see if there were any suitable clothes, the clothes in the master bedroom on the second floor were too big, and at first glance they were the clothes of a middle-aged man with a big belly, which did not fit him at all.