His movements and posture are not normal, he is very stiff, and his hands and feet are always twisted in strange directions from time to time.

Spring is windy, and the smell of blood from the feast of living corpses wafts far away. The faint smell of flesh and blood has an unimaginable seductive effect on visitors. He stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly picked up speed, like a soldier who heard the bugle, and began to run in the direction of the gas station that was full of death.

The movement is still so stiff, like a machine. When the footsteps fall on the ground, there is always a crisp sound.

The eating corpses didn't seem to see the approaching person. They were busy munching, scrambling for the soft and delicious entrails, and even when the stranger who suddenly appeared came in, they didn't stop moving in their hands and mouths.

He didn't fight the corpses for food, but used his hands and feet, kneeling on the ground, and put his head close to the blood that was dripping from the ground.

The corpses showed no hostility towards him.

Or rather, as if he had never been aware of his presence.

The feast of flesh and blood lasted for a long time, and the satisfied corpses gradually dispersed.

The stranger, who had been touching the blood with his body, finally raised his head and looked at the road behind him.

He has no face, and above the shoulders are skeletons with no muscles and no skin. There are no eyes in the eye sockets, only a small amount of soft tissue that sinks to the base of the bone. The nostrils are two black holes, neatly arranged in order, and when opened, you can see through the empty space of the mandible.

There are bones all over the body.

He has no muscles, really. Regardless of the shoulders, legs, feet, or arms, only the joints retain a little bit of flesh-like attachment. Maybe it's ligaments, or it's remnants of body tissue. The key thing about these things is that they keep the whole body moving, even for short runs.

The contact between the body and the blood is more like a soaking. But there's no denying that it works. He raised his arm tremblingly, and noticed that some muscles were growing on the surface of the bone in his hand. When you touch your cheeks, you also touch some muscles that are spreading deep into your bones.

A bone that grows.

Who would believe such a thing?

However, this is a fact that is happening.

He felt hungry, but he couldn't eat.

For days, he had been trying to quench that uncomfortable hunger. But no matter how much you put in your mouth, it will fall out of the hollow mandible.

Hunger is enough to drive people crazy.

He thought about a more direct way to put food into his body. As a result, there was no barrier between the empty ribs, and the result was that the surface of the pelvis became dirtier and dirtier, attracting more flies and mosquitoes.

Until today, I finally found "food" that can be absorbed by the body.

It was my mistake, it was me who got the concept of food wrong. What was stuffed into the mouth and stomach before cannot be called "food" at all. I can't digest them, and they don't provide me with nutrients.

There was a feeling of growth on the inside of the skull.

It's wonderful, it's like watching a gorgeous flower bloom in front of your eyes, completing the whole process from bud to full bloom.

He felt that his body was getting heavier, and he noticed that there were a lot of ruddy muscle layers in the wrist joints. Of course, this level of muscle is still insufficient compared to normal people, and it is far from reaching the level of an adult. But they are growing, and with enough nutrients, they can change back to their original form.

The brain is a good thing.

The part of the skull that is growing inside is probably the brain. Although the resuscitated auditory nerve was still weak, a gurgling sound could still be heard coming from within the skull.

I finally had the ability to think.

A very important question arises from this———— Who am I?

The existence of the mind was very vague, and the question had just popped up in the mind, and it was immediately completely overwhelmed by a stronger desire.

It doesn't matter who I am.

I need to eat now.

I had to eat to get more body organs out to expand my food range even further. And not as it is now, relying only on blood.

The flesh skeleton stepped along, making its way down the road full of vehicle wreckage.

For some reason, he had an indescribable fear.

The place is dangerous.

Turning around, the flesh skeleton found that it had left the toll station a few hundred meters away, and could only vaguely see the three big characters "Kunming North" standing at the top of the toll station.

Suddenly, there was a violent tremor under his feet.

The flesh skeleton didn't hesitate for a second, he turned as fast as he could, and ran in the opposite direction to the toll booth.

It was an earthquake, an extremely strong earthquake.

Thundered...... With a loud roar, the tall toll booth collapsed into a pile of reinforced concrete ruins that were misty in dust.

The buildings in the gas station began to collapse, and flying pieces of masonry and stone were scattered everywhere, smashing the windows of vehicles on the highway and burying everything.

This is not the epicenter.

Farther afield, the blurred outline of the city is changing. Some tall black buildings kept falling, they were knocked down like building blocks, bent from the middle, accompanied by a deafening sound of "squeak, rattle", and began a new round of disaster.

Who knows how many survivors there are in that city?

God knows how many mutated creatures are out there?

Nothing matters anymore.

The flesh skeleton ran for its life.

He felt more and more hungry.

The thought that had been firmly suppressed by the hunger desire resurfaced in my mind.

Who am I?

……

When the convoy drove into Leshan, Liu Tianming saw the tall sculpture of "Horse Stepping on Feiyan" from a distance.

That's the hallmark of a tourist city.

Kill!

There's no fancy, and there's no technical content. In the face of a dense crowd of thousands of corpses standing in the way of the road ahead, the only way to solve everything is to use weapons.

The team arrived at the outskirts of Leshan two days ago, and Liu Tianming still used the old method, relying on his superior speed, to sneak into the target area and explore the terrain.

It was a hospital in the middle of the city. The surrounding roads lead in all directions, and there are constantly groups of corpses wandering. The situation here is much more complicated than the last time in Xichang, the living corpses are not gathered together, they are in twos and threes, there is no fixed concentration point, and it is impossible to solve it all at once with the same method.

They're smarter and more powerful than ever. Liu Tianming felt that the name "living corpse" was no longer applicable, and it was more appropriate to call them "murderous corpses".

Two days were not wasted. In order to rush into the hospital smoothly and get the inheritance left by Song Jiahao, Liu Tianming ordered the whole team to cheer up and make all the preparations that seemed necessary.

The baffles of several trucks were all welded with metal strips and then reinforced with a strong metal grid. There is a market for building materials outside the city, and there are many such things. Several followers of the team have done similar work in peacetime, and although their welding skills are terrible and have no beauty to speak of, they have also met Liu Tianming's requirements.

The amount of weapons and ammunition in the team is quite sufficient, and the city court is located in a remote location, which is very strong, as long as the gate is closed, it is an easy fortress to defend and difficult to attack. Liu Tianming parked all the supplies here, leaving ten trusted followers. The rest of the people drove to the hospital in well-prepared vehicles.

From the point of penetration to the target, it is about two kilometers away.

The command is just four simple words: kill them all!

The Yellow River rushed to the forefront.

After killing Yin Jian, his abilities were fully enhanced, and his ability to control rocks greatly improved. This section of the road is also full of vehicle wreckage, and the team's off-road pickup truck with heavy machine guns cannot enter, so Huang He has no scruples about using his abilities to create obstacles and bumps on the ground, lifting the rushing corpses one by one to turn people on their backs, and then pounce on them to solve them with knives or pistols.

Zheng Xiaoyue's use of freezing skills has become more and more mature. Instead of using attack skills such as icicles, she created smooth patches of ice on the nearby ground centered on the Yellow River. The dense swarm of corpses slipped and fell, and the followers of the group immediately aimed at them and opened fire. Not everyone can solve the target with a single shot, but the effect of this attack is very noticeable, and it also saves a lot of energy for the other core members of the team.

The change in Cao Xinneng is very noticeable: his skin is rougher than before, more like the stratum corneum that covers the surface of his body. His muscles are tangled, and his burly strength is comparable to that of the Yellow River. His blue-gray skin doesn't look like a human being in any way, which causes his face to look powerful and violent.

When preparing outside the city, Cao Xinneng got a thick iron chain. The thickness is equivalent to that of an adult's arm, and the weight is more than 50 kilograms. Cao Xinneng welded the iron chain to the top of a hard steel pipe to make a weapon similar to a chain hammer. He rushed to the front, swinging fiercely at the fierce corpses that kept pounced, and the heavy chain smashed down from the air again and again with a whistling sound, crushing a series of striking traces of blood and mud on the ground.

Li Jiexin kept swimming between the Yellow River and Cao Xinneng, releasing air barriers one after another at a very timely time. She used these moves very skillfully, keeping up with the rhythm of the team's battles and not hurting the people who charged ahead.

Luo Kuan can now make twenty rounds of ammunition per day.

He can change the caliber and power of the bullets he makes. Of course, the number of bullets will increase or decrease as it changes. Luo Kuan was holding an assault rifle and two other spare ones behind him, and his backpack and body were full of magazines. He is responsible for fire support in the entire combat team, and any murderous corpse that breaks through the two major attack spearheads of the Yellow River and Cao Xinneng and wants to rush in and cause damage to others will become the target of Luo Kuan's aiming and shooting at the first time. To find this site, please search for "6 Mao" or enter the URL:.