Wang Zhen straightened up slightly and looked towards the woods in the distance.

Because the distance was too far away, and the trees in the field obscured his view, he couldn't see what was over there, so he didn't pay too much attention to it, and lay down again.

Beside Wang Zhen, Lin Jiali also heard a faint shout: "Is someone calling for help?" ”

Wang Zhen closed his eyes leisurely and said indifferently: "Ah, it should be." ”

Lin Jiali looked over with some doubts: "Don't you want to save it?" ”

"It's important to keep it mysterious." Wang Zhen raised a finger, still didn't open his eyes, and said unhurriedly, "Since we are masters of the world, we must have the appearance of not eating fireworks in the world, and don't lose our identity." ”

Lin Jiali couldn't help laughing: "When did you learn to pretend to be deep?" ”

Wang Zhen was defeated by Lin Jiali's laughter, opened his eyes helplessly, looked in the direction where the cry for help came, and then returned his hand to summon the Nether Mask and put it on his face.

Through the mask, Wang Zhen asked in a deep voice: "When did you become so loving?" ”

"It's not that I have love, you should have heard that saying, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility." Lin Jiali stood up from the sun lounger, put the mask hanging from her waist on her face, and said with a smile, "So I think we can do good deeds." ”

Wang Zhen looked at Lin Jiali: "Good deeds? Save? ”

Lin Jiali nodded and said, "Yes, you don't want to?" ”

Wang Zhen shook his head a little amusedly: "Of course I don't mind saving a few more people, but we really don't need to run to save them...... You see, they've come over. ”

As Wang Zhen's voice fell, more than a dozen refugees soon rushed out of the woods in the distance.

Behind the refugees is a group of zombies that have been starved for a long time.

Lin Jiali finally saw that the direction in which those people were fleeing was obviously coming towards the bus, so she suddenly realized and said: "They have already seen the bus?" ”

"Maybe you want to get in the car and hide."

Wang Zhen put away the sun loungers and entered the car through the sunroof on the roof.

As the distance between the refugees got closer and closer, Wang Zhen also slowly walked to the top of the front of the car, sorted out the flowing ghost cloak, and stretched out his right hand, and the cold bee sting sword was summoned.

As early as when Wang Zhen heard the cry for help, he had already scanned that direction with his mental power.

He knew that those people would soon flee to the bus, so he would not rush to jump in to save the people, and wait for the upcoming battle with peace of mind.

In the zombie group, Wang Zhen didn't feel the fluctuation of high-level elements, and this kind of battle was actually very boring.

However, no matter how small the zombie is...... That's all experience points!

Wang Zhen is a person who doesn't like to waste a lot.

……

The other side.

Unlike Wang Zhen's calmness, the fleeing refugee team has long been chaotic.

They come from the far north, and in order to reach the legendary Ironclad City as soon as possible, they have overcome many obstacles, and even sacrificed many of their companions for this.

Despite this, they still did not give up, and it seemed that finding the Iron City was their only hope of survival.

It's just that, a day ago, there was finally a disagreement in their ranks.

On their radios, the call for the Ironclad City never stopped, and even as the distance approached, the signal became clearer and clearer, but they did not see any shadow of the human gathering place.

The leader of the team who originally advocated the search for the Iron City became the target of public criticism at this time, and their team became fragmented.

The trip to find the Iron City was also delayed.

In order to find a foothold as quickly as possible, the team's troublemakers took the lead in changing direction and leading the team to a deserted village, where the bloody massacre that made them shudder began......

More than half of the fleeing procession, which once numbered dozens of people, was killed or wounded overnight.

No one could have imagined that they would encounter a group of mutant corpses in the village!

It's called a horde of mutant corpses because the zombies behave horrively - they know how to use tools and weapons!

When they saw a zombie holding a scythe and disemboweling a human, they were completely frightened crazy......

The slaughter began in the early hours of the morning and soon came to an end, and the only two awakened people in the original team also died tragically in this battle, becoming the appetizer for the group of mutant zombies.

As for those who were still alive, they did not care to discern their direction at all, and fled like headless flies in fright.

And the dozen or so people in front of him are the survivors who escaped from the devil's grasp.

They weren't Awakened, and not everyone was physically strong, but they had the good fortune to escape the terrifying mutant village, and even to get through the road unimpeded.

It was not until this evening that their good fortune seemed to run out.

Already hungry, they encountered that terrible nightmare again in the suburbs.

They didn't expect that the mutated zombies that were originally wandering in the village would appear in front of them again!

The group of zombies with kitchen knives and hoes made everyone who saw it tingle, and they didn't care about whether it would attract more zombies, so they could only subconsciously cry out loud in horror.

They were running and crying for help, but they didn't know who they were asking for help.

At the end of the country road, there appears to be an abandoned passenger car parked on the side of the road.

Long before they met the mutant zombies, they had noticed the existence of the bus, but due to the distance, they couldn't determine the integrity of the bus, and they didn't know if there would be danger inside the bus.

But at this point, it seems that these have become insignificant.

They've already encountered the worst mutated zombies, and what danger could compare to those terrifying demons?

After all, people's strength is limited, they can't outrun the tireless zombies, and the bus becomes their only hope.

Regardless of whether the bus can stop the mutant zombies, at least it can give them a chance to breathe.

Under the cover of the bus, they can make a final stand.

They can also fight back with the weapons in their hands.

At the back of the line, someone could not hold on, gasping and falling to the ground, falling to the ground with blood from his knees and arms. The zombies in the frenzy seemed to be stimulated by the blood, and immediately rushed over excitedly, scrambling to bite with their mouths open.

The man tried to get up, to break free from the zombies behind him, but was quickly overwhelmed by the corpses.

He unwillingly stretched out his right hand and stretched out his best hand in the void to the front, hoping that someone would pull him before he died, but in the end he could only hang down weakly.

In the midst of the terrible screams, the rest of the people rushed into the distance without any looking back.

His sacrifice bought precious time for those in front!

In the desperate run, they got closer and closer to the bus, and their eyes soon noticed an unusual scene.

Above the bus, a man in a dark cloak stood on the roof of the car.

The man lowered his head and hid his face in his hood, so that no one could see his face and no one could see through his intentions.

All people could see was the cold sword he held in his hand.

The picture in front of them was so weird, so weird that they even thought they were dazzled and saw something that shouldn't exist in this world.

However, they all know that there is no death in this world.

The person in front of him, hidden in the cloak, could not be a god who had come to harvest life.

So they didn't dazzle.

What they see...... It's a human!

(End of chapter)