The zombies outside won't waste time with them here, Fan Lei just cut a zombie knife, and a row of zombies came in behind, and the zombies outside the door began to slowly move towards the garage, and the battle was about to break out. Outside the car field, the monk drove the Ford Explorer violently, and all the zombies who were rubbed by the car body would inevitably end up missing arms and legs, and the zombies who were hit by the front of the car were not crushed into pulp. A trace of solemnity gradually appeared on the face of the monk who passed away, he had stepped on the accelerator to the end, but the number displayed on the dashboard was slowly decreasing, and the zombies on the three streets had gathered together, and thousands of zombies were crowded around the car factory like a box of sardine cans.

"Bang", the car was finally forced to stop in the center of the corpse tide, this time the monk could feel that it was not the resistance at the base, but the real wall of flesh composed of zombies in front of them blocking their way. "I'll grass your mother Fan Lei!" In the garage of the automobile factory, Yang Hua repelled a first-order zombie that pounced on him, and scolded loudly: "Why don't you tell me that there will be so many zombies outside?" "Wow!" Fan Lei turned around to dodge the blood that was splashing at him, and his face showed an unnatural look, "It's not that you said zombies", Fan Lei has a hard mouth.

"You!" Yang Hua was a little speechless, although he did say this, but the object of this was a dozen zombies, not the dozens of hundreds of zombies in front of them, he waved the axe he took from a fire hydrant in his hand, slashed at the neck of a zombie in front of him, kicked the zombie that had lost his life away, and muttered in his mouth: "I don't care, it's your fault anyway." Although he knew that Fan Lei was for the good of a few people, otherwise if he clearly told them that there was a corpse tide, maybe the fighting spirit of the other three would collapse in an instant, but Yang Hua was still a little unnatural in his heart.

Hearing Yang Hua's whispering, Fan Lei smiled helplessly, the life experience of living a few years longer than the four made him not angry, on the contrary, he continued to boost the morale of several people, and Yang Xia Yang Jun on the other side did not look like the two of them could deal with a zombie alone, but the two of them joined forces to attack from both sides, and even killed a few zombies, and Yang Soul quickly tried the key under the protection of several people.

"That's not right! There is no key to this car", Yang Soul suddenly shouted, even though the roar of the zombies in the garage resounded through the world, several people still heard his voice clearly. There was a hint of panic on the faces of several people: "What? Didn't you? Are we going to die here? Yang Xia and Yang Jun, who cooperated with each other, trembled, and was almost cut by the throat of the besieging zombies, and the two hurriedly adjusted their states and concentrated on dealing with the zombies in front of them. Although Fan Lei's face also had a flash of panic, he quickly showed a trace of perseverance, he put the back of the knife in front of him, blocking the sharp claws of the zombie, and said: "Is there a key in front of me that I didn't try, didn't the key fall to the ground just now, maybe it was wrong at that time, don't panic, try slowly, leave it to us here." He turned around sharply, and the sharp machete slashed at the back of a zombie, and the zombie froze in place, and the claws he swung out were less than twenty centimeters away from Yang Hua's throat.

Yang Hua showed a grateful smile at him, and said in his mouth: "That's right, old man, don't be nervous, just do your best, leave it to us here." Hearing this, Yang Soul nodded, silently recalling the number of attempts he had made when the key fell before, "Seventy? Or sixty? He frowned, and tossed the key to sixty to try again, and several people looked at the smaller and smaller encirclement in front of them, and their faces were heavy.

"Hey, poetry, brother Shi, you walk slowly", outside the city, I stood at the entrance of the national highway, my brows were tightly locked, and not far behind me, Yan Yu trembled and staggered towards me, it was because his physical strength was exhausted due to a long time of walking. "Brother Shi, why, do you go so fast?" Yan Yu bent over and stood beside me with his knees propped up, gasping for air in his mouth, and asked. I looked at the empty street, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of irritability in my heart. Said to meet here, why did they all arrive, they still walked more than ten hours earlier than me, and there is transportation, why haven't they arrived yet? "Is something wrong?" An idea suddenly popped into my mind, I turned around sharply and rushed towards the city, the Qinglong Glaive Knife trembled slightly in my hand, "Don't have an accident!" I shouted in my heart.

"Brother Shi, Brother Shi, where are you going?" Yan Yu, who hadn't yet relieved his breath, looked at my back as I left suddenly, his face was extremely sluggish. What's the deal? "You find a safe place to wait for me here, and I'll go back when I go." I didn't look back and shouted in my mouth. "Oh, good", Yan Yu sat on the ground and replied blankly. "Whew", a cold wind blew, he shivered violently, my figure had disappeared at the entrance of the city, he looked at the dark environment around him, and suddenly felt a little terrifying, he stood up, pulled out the scimitar at his calf, and walked forward, he saw that there was a toll booth there, and it seemed that a glimmer of light had just flashed inside.

It occurred to me that when the monk handed me the map last night, he said to me halfway through and then lay in the driver's seat and fell asleep, "Boss, I noticed something was wrong

"Damn it! I slammed the brakes, thinking carefully about the rudimentary map, the strange place? Those lines? Isn't that the road? But what else is on the map besides those lines? That's right, those red dots! I jerked my head up, turned and ran in the other direction, and there was a red dot in that direction that I remembered as if it were marked with the car factory.

On the road in front of the automobile factory, the monk and Shen Chuxue were crowded in the tide of zombies like a tide, but the strange thing was that the zombies crowded forward from both sides of the car did not seem to notice them and did not attack them, so now although the explorers are stuck here and cannot move, their lives are not in any danger. "What's going on?" The monk had already let go of his hands holding the steering wheel, and his right hand was supporting his bare head, with a puzzled face: "Why don't the zombies attack us?" It shouldn't be! ”

Shen Chuxue rolled her eyes, she had never heard such a rude request, she actually disliked zombies and didn't attack you, please, big brother, this is a zombie, the kind of zombie that eats people without blinking. The monk outside is still thinking about the problem, and the encirclement of the zombies in the garage inside has been reduced to less than three meters, and the layers of zombies will surround the four people tightly, the zombies have no humanity, and they will not take one-on-one combat, and several zombies pounce on them at the same time, causing their pressure to increase sharply. "Aren't you alright?" Fan Lei was tired of dealing with the zombies in front of him who used wheel tactics to pounce on him head, and shouted in his mouth.

In the encirclement of the four people, Yang Soul squatted on the ground, he had not moved for nearly a minute, his face was full of gloom, he suddenly threw the key in his hand into the zombie group, held the iron rod beside him in the puzzled eyes of the four people, and stood beside Yang Hua, "There, there is no key to this car!" Yang Soul's low voice clearly reached the ears of several people, and he swung the iron rod violently, and greeted a zombie that pounced on him, and at the same time, his voice was full of killing intent: "In this case, Lao Tzu will pull a cushion even if he dies!" ”

"Boom!" His voice sounded like a thunderbolt in the ears of the four people, the eyes of several people instantly turned red, and their expressions gradually went crazy, it seems that this time they are really going to die here, Fan Lei sighed, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the claws of the zombies that stabbed at him, and his arms were forceful, and he actually broke the claws of the zombies, he didn't care about the wounds cut by the claws of the zombies, the machete in his hand waved wildly, and every time one or even more zombies fell at his feet, and his whole body was bathed in black blood. Several other people also behaved in the same way, they all had only one thought in their hearts, since they were already certain to die, then why not pull a few more cushions.

Several people became more and more courageous, and for a while, the encirclement of the zombies was stuck at a size of three meters and could not be advanced, and there was even a tendency to expand outward, and occasionally there was a short vacancy, and it was quickly replenished by the zombies behind. Outside the automobile factory, the monk was sitting in the car restless, as if his buttocks were on fire, he couldn't understand why the zombies didn't attack them, and he was worried about whether the survivors in such a huge corpse tide could resist, he suddenly patted his head, turned his head and said to Shen Chuxue with a complexion: "Since they don't attack the people in the car, then you stay here well, and I'll go in and save people." ”

"You're crazy!" Shen Chuxue stretched out her hand and patted the head of the monk who passed away, her face full of anger: "Aren't you sending so many zombies to death when you rush in?" Still saving people? Putting yourself in? The monk had a solemn face, and there was a hint of self-reproach in his tone: "They have fallen to this point entirely because of me, and I must be responsible for this, even if they fall into a state of no return!" He slammed open the car door, jumped out of the car, locked the car door, and let Shen Chuxue shout anxiously in the car.

"Roar!" A fresh living person suddenly jumped into the zombie group, and the zombies around the off-road vehicle were instantly attracted by the monk who passed away, and bit him with teeth and claws. "Humph!" The monk's eyes widened, his hands were clenched into fists, the green tendons on his arms exploded, and he slammed towards the heads of the zombies around him, "Poof! There was a sound similar to watermelon breaking in the crowded crowd of corpses, and the arm of the monk Cheng Quan penetrated the zombie's head, and the white brain pulp mixed with black blood splashed around, splashing on the faces of the zombies behind, they didn't care about the source of the flesh and blood, they would only stick out their tongues and roll the brains on their faces in their mouths and chew.

"Vomit", Shen Chuxue, who watched all this, frowned and felt a little disgusted, she looked at Yuan Li's body through the car window, revealing a trace of worry. The monk did not stand next to the explorer and wait for the zombies to come up one by one to besiege, but slowly pushed forward, although his fists were very sharp, but in the crowded crowd of corpses, after the death of one zombie, another or even several zombies would be replenished, causing his advance to be very slow.

There was a hint of perseverance in the eyes of the monk who passed away, even though the speed was very slow, but he was steadily advancing step by step. "Faster, faster!" I carried the Qinglong Glaive Knife and rushed towards the automobile factory, the corpses of the zombies remaining on the road and the black flesh that was crushed to slag all showed that there had been a large-scale corpse tide here, my speed had reached the limit, the speed after the second mutation was already several times that of the first mutation, but despite this, I was still some distance from the destination.

In the garage, Fan Lei and the five of them stood in a circle back to back, leaving each other's backs to each other, and there were already dozens of zombie corpses lying around them, "Old Fan, how many did you kill?" Taking advantage of the zombie attack, Yang Hua reached out to wipe the black blood off his face, and the corners of his mouth outlined an arc upward. cough", Fan Lei coughed twice, waved his knife to cut off the zombie in front of him, and said lightly: "The tenth!" ”

"Haha, I'm only nine", Yang Hua swung the big axe again, accompanied by a crisp sound of a cracked skull, "It's the same as you now!" The other three glanced at each other, and they could all see the helplessness in each other's eyes, they didn't expect to die here, but this is okay, at least they didn't die in the hands of Yang Dong, and they were buried with so many zombies, for some reason, a man's figure suddenly appeared in the minds of the three of them, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife next to the man was full of killing intent.

"Hmm!" Fan Lei's right hand swinging the machete suddenly trembled, and the machete tilted to the left and slid down the zombie's ears, "What's the matter?" Fan Lei held the machete tightly, and suddenly there was an unbearable itch in the palm of his right hand, and the trembling float in his hand became bigger and bigger, and he couldn't even grasp it at all. Bang dang", the machete fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Roar!" The zombie whose ears were cut off roared in pain, and his sharp claws grabbed Fan Lei's head violently, and the gray-white claws with a hint of coldness grew larger and larger in his pupils, and a trace of despair appeared on Fan Lei's face.

"Ahh Fan Lei raised his head suddenly, let out a painful cry from his mouth, and his body bent into an arch. Black scales grew on his right arm at a rate visible to the naked eye. "Roar!" The zombie's claws were getting closer and closer, and the fishy wind brought by the claws pressed his cheeks, and the rest of the people were tired of dealing with the zombies in front of them, and they could only watch the claws grab at Fan Lei's neck.

"Ding!" Everyone didn't hear Fan Lei's screams as imagined, a crisp sound sounded in the noisy corpse tide, only to see Fan Lei raise his arm and collide with the zombie's claws, and the black scales on his right hand made a sound of gold and iron intersecting with the zombie, splashing a trace of sparks.