The moment the zombie's body was in a different place, I saw yellow-brown viscous blood gushing out, and a foul smell diffused and flowed on the floor, accompanied by the unique gurgling sound of liquid flow, which couldn't help but make everyone shudder.

But there is not so much time for emotion.

Zombies poured endlessly from the end of the corridor, waving their arms and rushing towards everyone with the most primitive desires.

"Uh-uh-uh-ahh!!h

Sniffing the breath of several teenagers, they seemed to have expected their feasting, and the zombies opened their mouths excitedly, letting saliva flow from the corners of their mouths.

Lorraine's long sword was horizontal, and the blood fell from the sword, and he frowned as he looked at the zombies that were pouring in like a tide.

Ren He smiled, borrowed Wen Wenyang's explosion-proof shield, pulled Lorraine away, and stood the shield in front of the door with a flick of his hand.

He flipped his hands nimbly, and found something boxy from his jacket bag, which seemed to be a small iron box.

"What are you doing, Ren..." Mu Feishi just wanted to rush up and pull him down, but he was stopped by Wen Yiyang and Zhang Shanfeng first.

"It's okay, you'll find out later."

I saw that in the blink of an eye, he was like a flower in his hand, the thumb of his right hand hooked the upper part of the iron box, the little thumb was topped, the index finger was flicked, the whole process was smooth, as if it was completed in an instant, with a crisp click, everyone found that the iron box could be opened.

"Made, why can't you order it, it's really not pleasant to touch the door with one hand."

Ren He turned his expected gaze to everyone, hoping that someone could come up to help him reach the door, but he was surprised to find that everyone was standing far away, and Mu Feishi, who wanted to help, was stopped by Zhang Shanfeng of Wenyiyang.

"No, my side..."

"It's okay, Ren He, we know what you mean, don't worry about doing it according to your ideas!"

Before Ren He finished speaking, he was interrupted by force, only to see everyone looking at him with expectation.

"Ah......h

Stepping on a horse, I'll block a door and set a fire, you understand, it's okay to do a favor, right, stand and see what it means!!!

Ren He showed a relieved expression, looking at the more and more zombies accumulating outside the door, he smiled happily, and the jinglun that was still frantically sliding the lighter in his hand, and finally, the fire appeared, accompanied by the stabbing sound of the air burning violently, and a small flame rose up.

"Lost !!!"

He roared, threw the lighter with his backhand, only to see that the flames instantly diffused when they touched the oil stain on the ground, and for a time the entire corridor turned into a sea of fire, and the high-temperature and high-pressure flames scorched the zombies, because they did not feel pain, they did not scream, but silently collapsed in the flames, and the fire snake burst out of the gap in the shield, and the shield was charred black.

A tear of relief passed through the corner of Ren He's eye, and no one noticed. Looking at a few surprised friends, he smiled, feeling that the air was becoming more and more solemn, and his shoulders were inexplicably heavy.

"Ren He, it's really yours!"

The crowd gathered around and looked at him with admiration.

I admire that there are eggs to use, but I'm fighting for my life, you guys are riding horses, can you change your brains and come up to help me!!

He was experiencing a huge blow in his brain, but he still didn't dare to let go of his hand, after all, the zombies were not burning as fast as he imagined, and there was a crazy " After that, it just turned into a relieved smile.

"Ugh..."

A tear crossed the corner of the boy's eye, and no one knew.

......

The flames spread in the corridors, because there were no vents, the flames could not expand their volume, and could only extend in the corridors like explosions, and through the windows of the small buildings, the whole building was brewing majestic flames.

The dazzling red color makes this small building seem to have vitality, the flame is its beating heart, the gray and black building shell is its body, the flame flows, and soon it fills the corridor, it is a little fire that the whole town is shrouded in darkness.

The zombies felt no pain, the blazing flames scorched their already rotting bodies, torturing their souls, they wriggled in the flames, the sores and rotten skin under their clothes, the epidermis bloomed little by little, the blood flowed viscously, and was evaporated by the high-temperature gas, and every trace of burning was more thrilling than the rotten parts.

They may have been students, workers, clerks, or even your neighbor's uncle, but everything has changed, and now they simply crave flesh and blood, even if their bodies are extinguished in the flames.

But nothing has changed, they are still persistent, as they were when they were chasing profit, fame, and power, firm, obsessive, and intoxicated, but the persistent figure is slightly staggering.

The center of the flame emitted a white light, and their bodies were corrupted little by little in the flames, until the last moment, their eyes still radiated a brighter light than the flames, beyond the desire for survival, fame, and freedom, it was a simple desire for killing and flesh, nothing more.

Ren He watched the zombies disappear into red, and the strength in his hands gradually loosened, only to see the zombies fall one after another, although there must be follow-ups, but it is unlikely to pose a threat to everyone.

Such dramas are not uncommon in the apocalypse, and the collision of a simple desire to survive and a desire to kill determines whether this is a disaster or an adventure.

In other words, what comes out is a miracle, and what doesn't come out is news.

Everyone here was well aware of this, and the hand that had just been released tightened again.

Just then, something even worse had happened, and the smoke from the flames had poured in through the doorway.

In ancient times, people almost never died of suffocation because of fire, most of them were because the wooden structure of the building collapsed, or was burned to death, and today's fire, 90% of the deaths are due to suffocation or poisoning, the previous house was a simple wooden structure, burning will not produce any harmful gases, and the structure is simple, and it is easy to escape.

Modern houses are much more dangerous because of the dense lines, each house has gas storage, so the smoke is full of carbon monoxide, carbon dioxide, hydrogen cyanide, acrolein, smoke and hydrogen arsenide, benzene, hydrogen bromide, double phosgene, Lewy gas, mustard gas and other toxic gases.

It's not that it's bad for breathing, it's that it's not possible to breathe at all!

This suffocating operation often causes more damage than fire.

Ren He's fire is obviously a big deal.

The door was originally in the backbone position, and it was supposed to hold on when the number of zombies was still large, but at present, due to the smoke, it is impossible to continue to hold on, and the only way to retreat is to retreat, but the zombies are insensitive to the toxic smoke.

Ren He, Lorraine and Wen Yiyang cooperated with each other to barely deal with the zombies that followed behind, and for a while, the air seemed to be frozen, filled with the smell of smoke, a pungent unknown breath, and a large piece of blood.

"Retreat to the window!"

Yan Yuan saw that several people had no clue, and they were all in a hurry, and he panicked for a while.

But after careful consideration, he found that all that was left for them was to escape through the window.

The floor where Lorraine lives is not high, but the height of about 10 meters is still enough for the human body, if you jump down, at least there is a glimmer of life, and now everyone is holding on, if you don't hurry up, what lung disease will be left, and even explain it here is unknown.

"You can only jump from the window..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a zombie corpse being thrown out of the window, with a thud, and fell heavily on the ground downstairs.

"Good idea, Yan Yuan."

Zhang Shanfeng, who usually doesn't talk much, smiled, picked up another zombie corpse and threw it.

"It may not be very comfortable, but it minimizes the damage."

He opened his eyes slightly, looked at the night scene under the starry sky outside the window, and smiled slightly.

"Our journey has just begun."

Everything was ready, but the smoke was getting higher and higher, and it had reached the point where people couldn't breathe, and Lorraine and the others were already incapacitated.

"Jump out of the window! Hurry up!"

Yan Yuan almost roared and turned to everyone.

"Hmph, it's worthy of Yan Yuan."

Ren He Luolin clicked, quickly retracted the knife, and retreated to the window with Wen Yiyang.

"Jumping !!!"

Behind him is the burning ambition and desire of the zombie murderer, and in front of him is the unknown night, which is not good anyway.

Lorraine pressed her right foot on the lattice, took a picture from the bag on her chest and glanced at it, and jumped down satisfied.

"Grandpa, I'm leaving."

The wind in their ears was blowing, revealing a free starry sky and an unknown darkness in front of them.

To be continued......