A wilderness next to the national highway, where a group of survivors were originally stationed, not as chaotic as the homeless, but it was only a place where more than a hundred people were stationed, but at this time there was no trace of popularity in this place, the hundred survivors all turned into incomplete wreckage on the ground, blood was all over the ground, and the corpses had been gnawed and could not be seen as they were, and there were intestines and other filth hanging on their bodies. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's bloody, and the stench is stinking.

When Jun Zhi and Sin first came here, they saw this scene in front of them, and there were still a few zombies in the distance eating the remaining human flesh, but the best parts of the meat had already been eaten.

"It happened about a day ago." Junzhi's voice rang out.

Sin Chu rushed forward and cut off the heads of those zombies with a knife in his hand, and at the same time instructed his dragon and phoenix fetal brother: "What is this place?" ”

"Fifth." Jun Zhi replied lightly: "I can almost find the other party's route, and I can catch up as soon as tomorrow." ”

"Yes." Sin Chu responded softly, and the few remaining zombies had been killed by the little girl.

"But, sister." Jun Zhi hesitated a little: "The other party has already ransacked five small human strongholds, and it is estimated that the combat power has increased again these days, and the number cannot be estimated, so we may not be able to do it alone." ”

Sin Chu's wrist shook off the black blood beads on the Tang knife, and his voice was cold: "Let's catch up first." ”

"How?" An old man with rough and thin skin, yellow and black skin, but a kind face looked at Chu Han expectantly, holding a plate that was not clean and broken in several places, with a few pieces of pancake on it.

"It's delicious." Wangcai answered for Chu Han.

"Hehehe, it's delicious, my craft is ancestral, but there is nowhere to play in the last days." The old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were very deep, and he suddenly paused, and his gray eyes blinked: "Why did you have a strange voice just now?" ”

"Oh, of course the voice is strange when talking while eating." Chu Han replied casually, looking at the food on the table with a smile.

"That's just as well." The old man nodded with a serious face, and then smiled brightly like a chrysanthemum, and pushed the pancake in his hand in front of Chu Han: "This is more, eat more." ”

Chu Han glanced at the old man's thin figure and took it with a smile: "Thank you." ”

"No thanks, no thanks." The old man hurriedly waved his hand: "I"

"Hey! Have you done it? I've been waiting for a long time! Suddenly, an arrogant voice in the room interrupted the old man's words, with a strong threat: "If you don't work anymore, I will feed you to the zombies, the old immortal thing!" ”

Chu Han looked in front of him, the weather in the north was very cold, the snow on the ground was trampled and the mud turned black, this was a small village, he was sitting on a big stone outside an earthen house, in front of him was a wooden table with a broken leg, and a snow-white rabbit ate himself into a ball.

The door of the earthen house next to it was closed, and there were bursts of heating coming out of the cracks that remained, as if there was a fire inside, and the person who had just spoken was full of energy, and his status in this small village was not small.

The old man in front of him was seventy years old, blind, wearing a short jacket that could not cover his forearms, his exposed skin was frozen and blackened, his pants were even thinner, his shoes were torn to expose his toes, and his body was even thinner as if he could be blown to the sky by the wind and snow.

His body stinks, his clothes are dirty, and his craftsmanship is not at all as good as he himself said to be ancestral, at most the pancakes are cooked.

"Shh Hearing the shouts of the people in the house, the old man whispered to Chu Han in a panic: "Don't be discovered, you keep these and eat them slowly, I'll go and deliver pancakes to my son first." ”

"Okay." Chu Han responded with a smile, but his eyes were cold and terrifying.

After the old man entered the house, Chu Han glanced at himself, long clothes and trousers, a coat to resist the cold wind, there was no trace of dust on his body, his fingers were clean, he was luxuriant, and he carried crystals worth 20,000 points with him, there was a post-modern solar Wrangler in dimensional space, and there was enough food to make everyone in this village crazy.

"That's his son?" Wangcai didn't know if he was talking to Chu Han or sighing to himself.

"Yes, it's his son." Chu Han repeated, got up and stuffed Wangcai into his pocket, and walked towards the exit of this village.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment, he was afraid that he couldn't control himself and wanted to kill.

Not long after Chu Han left, a group of black-robed people suddenly came to this village, and twenty black-robed people covered themselves tightly, and they caused quite a stir when they stepped into this small village.

People keep their gates closed or pack up as fast as they can, they are very good at this, in order to avoid the zombies, these people often move, this small village is only a place for them to live temporarily, luckily, there is a shelter here.

They didn't know what xenomorphism was, they just felt that the opportunity had come.

And a few people walked out of the house with Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts, and the strong man greeted the twenty black-robed people in front of him, and the son of the old man who gave Chu Han a pancake was among them.

This man is about forty years old, has nothing to do all his life, and after the outbreak of the end times, he followed a group of homeless people, and the reason why he took his elderly father with him was also to have a free servant.

"Your Excellency?" The old man's son approached these people with a shy face, squeezed away the surrounding competitors and cautiously spoke: "May I ask if you are here to pick us up?" Is it someone from Beijing? ”

The Shangjing Survivor Base is a place that countless people dream of going, and these homeless people are also moving in that direction, even if more people die on the road, they can't stop their determination to enter the largest base in China.

The xenomorph led by him was not seen clearly, but took out a portrait from his pocket, and his voice was sharp: "Have you ever seen this person?" ”

A group of people stared at the person on the portrait for a long time, it was painted with a young man, the painting was lifelike, the expression was very real, although the appearance was ordinary, but those eyes were unforgettable, with a strong sense of solemnity, it was not easy to provoke at first glance.

Looking at a group of people shaking their heads, the twenty xenomorphs were a little irritable in their hearts, since they hadn't seen it before, then they ate these people in front of them!

Just as the xenomorph was about to make a move, suddenly a trembling voice sounded from a distance: "Son, did you see the young man who was sitting outside the house just now?" Where did he go? ”

"!" The old man's son scolded angrily, turned around two or three steps and ran to the old man, and kicked him directly: "Old immortal thing!" Are you giving away Lao Tzu's food again? I'll beat you to death! ”

The old man was beaten and crouched down, and every time his thin body was kicked, it was as if his bones would break, and the xenomorph who had just wanted to ask completely lost interest when he saw the old man's eyes were gray.

"Slaughtered." Order.