Liu Tianming smiled and did not directly answer Li Hu's question.

He turned around and made a gesture to Zheng Xiaoyue, who was standing behind: "Go and carry a few boxes of canned food, and take a few of each." Well...... Especially fruits, take more. ”

Liu Tianming didn't plan to let Li Hu have special thoughts because of this matter.

Although the other party expressed enough friendliness, Liu Tianming didn't like this person. It's like when you have a dislike for someone, it's not because of something, you can't say why, in short, you don't like it. Regardless of whether the other person has a relationship with you or not, whether or not the character is excellent, you just can't treat him as a friend.

Two live pigs are indeed very precious, but Liu Tianming wants to limit this matter to the scope of "material exchange". He didn't want to owe Li Hu a favor because of this. After all, everyone wants good things, and instead of causing a fierce conflict, he has taken possession of a house that originally belonged to the other party...... This kind of thing cannot be justified in any way, and we must be vigilant and pay sufficient attention to it.

Of course, on the surface, Liu Tianming will never say anything.

He was smiling all the time and acting friendly. When Li Hu and the others left with the canned food box, Liu Tianming even took the initiative to pat him on the shoulder, just like an old acquaintance who was close to him.

Looking at the backs of these people gradually moving away, the smile on Liu Tianming's face became solidified.

He thought for a moment, called Zheng Xiaoyue and Luo Kuan, who were standing next to him, and ordered carefully: "Keep an eye on these guys." We won't stay here for long and will leave as soon as the weather is warm. It's best not to have anything happen during this time. It's better for them to be able to stay in relationship with us like this all the time. In short, as long as there are no people who provoke us, no matter what they do, it can be treated as if it didn't happen. ”

……

Xichang.

Yin Jian was wearing a tight-fitting combat suit, holding a sharp fighting knife in his hand, with a calm expression, staring coldly at the few living corpses blocking the street in front of him.

At his feet, he stepped on the corpse of a mutant creature that had been shot in the head by a bullet a few seconds earlier. Its nervous system was still functioning, and its hands and feet were twitching uselessly.

The smell of living people stimulates mutated creatures. They saw and smelled the fresh meat that was close at hand. Far from being a warning, the death of their companions made them hungry even more intensely. The hideous-looking corpses began to run, then accelerated.

They have evolved to run at a speed no less than that of humans, with hard nails up to two centimeters long appearing at the tips of their fingers. It is a mutated cuticle that grows directly from the muscle level, and is much thicker and sharper than the average person's fingernail. They are no longer an appendage to the animal's body, but a weapon in the truest sense of the word, and continue to evolve in a stronger, sharper direction.

There are three living corpses in total.

Yin Jian was as indifferent as a machine that followed a fixed program.

He leaned forward and took the initiative to meet the rushing corpses, wielding his fighting knife and slashing the throat of the nearest living corpse with a sharp blade. Sticky blood splattered from the wound, forming a fleeting bloody picture in the air, reflecting its luster in the dim light. Yin Song didn't stop, he raised his foot and kicked the heart of another living corpse. The unprepared mutant creature screamed, its body rolling in the air in reverse, and crashing into the side of the street. It happened to be a shop, the window had been smashed, and the large piece of glass had been inserted into the body of the living corpse, stabbed through its neck and pierced through its heart, and its whole body lay sideways in the air, several large triangular shards of glass upside down in different directions. It could do nothing but scream and struggle.

With unusual ferocity and speed, Yin Jian brushed past the last living corpse. The moment the two bodies staggered, his arm bent, and his backhand hooked the neck of the living corpse that couldn't stop. The force of the rage, coupled with the unstoppable inertia, dragged the living corpses backwards and forwards before they had time to react.

Yin Jian didn't give the living corpse a chance to resist, and turned sideways and slammed the bloody fighting knife into the opponent's eye. The living corpse screamed, and its tense body softened. Its laryngeal bone was twisted off at almost the same time, snapping from under the skin and muscles.

In the distance, a faint black smoke rose over the city.

Most of the smoke has now dispersed compared to when the flames first burned, and only a small part remains, drifting here and there with the fluctuations of the air current. There wasn't much left of the dense black, but the burning smell was still strong and unpleasant.

Yin Jian wiped the blade off the dead corpse vigorously, his face turning pale.

He came too late.

The perceptual power from the mutated cells in the body was not mistaken, and the person who killed his younger brother Yin Song was hiding in this city. They are very close to themselves.

At least it used to be.

Yin Jian is much stronger than Yin Song. His mutation level far surpassed Yin Song's. If Yin Song's comprehensive combat effectiveness score is "100", then Yin Jian's comprehensive combat effectiveness score can reach "230".

When Liu Tianming released fuel in the square in front of the stock exchange and lit the fire, Yin Jian happened to be surrounded by a large group of living corpses.

He was a very proud man.

This is not surprising. People who are strong, have a deep family background, and have received higher education usually have an arrogant and indifferent character. However, even the proudest person needs to eat and rest. Yin Jian was unlucky, he didn't get aviation gasoline at the satellite launch site, and he couldn't get a supplement from other places.

Speaking of which, it was all impulsive. When he left the new Beijing base, Yin Jian's mind was full of wanting to avenge Yin Song. He believes that the murderer will not go far, and with the speed and fuel of the helicopter, he should be able to catch up and kill all his opponents.

Things didn't go as expected. Yin Jian found nothing outside Xichang City, and the plane fuel was also depleted. The weather conditions became terrible, and it was impossible to get in touch with the base side. Yin Jian was forced to change his plan, planning to get a car, or find a way to communicate with the base, first bring back the fragments of his younger brother Yin Song's body, and then find the murderer.

Yin Jian saw the fire burning in the city. The black smoke is so striking that you can see it even from outside the city.

Thousands of living corpses blocked the road. Yin Jian was trapped in it by these damn mutated creatures. He fought with the fiercest of his temper, rushing left and right in the middle of the dense crowd of corpses. Living corpses are not human, and thoughts like fear may not exist in their dictionary at all. Yin Jian's physical strength was rapidly depleted, and he didn't know how many living corpses he had killed and how many mutated creatures he had killed. He was forced to leave the place, and the corpses were in hot pursuit. Yin Jian felt like a survivor in the early days of the virus outbreak, and wherever he fled, he would see monsters that wanted to eat him.

He eventually escaped.

At that time, Liu Tianming had already obtained the inheritance left by Song Jiahao from the stock exchange and led the team to leave Xichang.

Although Yin Jian does things impulsively, he is not a reckless fool without brains. He hid in a hidden room, ate something, rested for a few hours, recuperated and regained his strength, found another route, bypassed the huge corpses, and finally approached the stock exchange, which was still burning.

With no firefighters under control of the fire, the Flame Beast will only wreak havoc on madness wherever it can.

Many places still bear embers, and the buildings have been burned down to the reinforced concrete frames. Through the windows with shattered glass, you can see that there is a mess of debris inside. There are charred tables, chairs, benches, mattresses and furniture, as well as various appliances that are unrecognizable. The ground floor of the building was covered with a thick layer of fire ash. When the wind blew, they immediately left the ground and flew to a height of more than ten centimeters, like a group of fire ghosts that exuded the smell of death.

Yin Jian saw a hand emerge from the ashes.

He couldn't help but be stunned.

The hand was white, and although the surface was a little dirty, it had an incomparably striking sheen.

Yin Jian subconsciously pulled out his pistol, grasped the handle of the gun with both hands, bent over, and walked over cautiously.

When he got closer, he realized that it was a plastic mannequin buried in the ashes. The body brace of the thing was burned to shreds, and only the exposed hand was intact. It does look terrifying, like a living person buried in the dirt.

Yin Jian's expectant and guarded face suddenly became furious. He lifted his foot and stomped on that hand hard, watching him deform and shatter under his feet, completely reduced to part of the burning wreckage.

I'm going to find the murderers, to find the people who killed my brother.

There was a frightening stench in the air.

This is a flavor that changes from a roasted corpse. The clearing was littered with burnt corpses, charred black, and the skin and flesh of their bodies were burned, revealing smoky black bones. The fire was so intense that many of the metal elements on the street were melted down. One can imagine the horrific heat of the burning site, which was enough to turn the core area into a giant oven that burned everything alive.

Yin Jian walked back and forth in the vicinity, observing from different directions for several hours.

He learned wisely, and knew that he had to avoid large crowds of corpses, and also to minimize unnecessary trouble. His mood alternated between anger and anticipation. Reason tells him that he is likely to find the traces left by the murderer, while also telling him that the murderer must have gone far and may never find these guys. Walking across the dark road, he felt a burst of warmth from the soles of his feet, very comfortable, and there was a strange softness.

Through the smell of charred wood, highly carbonized corpses, incineration plastics, oxidized metals, and various combustibles, Yin Jian walked into the building, into the room where Liu Tianming and the others had fought before.