"You go, life or death, it depends on God's arrangement, I can't help you." Liu Fang couldn't bear to pull the trigger after all, she put down the pistol, said with a long sigh, and then quickly turned around and got into the car.

Kou Wen laughed miserably, he didn't kill him and let him fend for himself, Liu Fang already took care of him very much, and he couldn't affect everyone. Kouwen gritted his teeth and staggered, walking in the opposite direction of the base, the people next to him as far away as if they were hiding from the plague.

"Wait! Then! Li Dazhuang threw Kou Wen a beer, opened it himself, poured two sips, and then said, "Brother, let's go!" After saying that, he turned around and couldn't bear to look at him again, and then ran into the cab quickly, and with the roar of the motor, the car raised a snowflake, and quickly disappeared from Kouwen's sight, and the others also got into the car and left.

Cowen was stupidly holding the beer, he didn't know what he was going to do next, where else could he go? When will you become a zombie? Because people have different physiques, the time for everyone to become a zombie is different. However, he had heard other search teams mention that if they can survive the 8-hour virus attack period by willpower, the virus antibodies will naturally be produced in the body, not only will they not become zombies, but their physical fitness can be greatly improved, but this probability is very low, and it can basically be said that it is one in ten thousand.

By this time, the sky had gradually darkened, and the cold air currents mixed with gray snowflakes were enough to drive away all the warmth from people. But now, Kowen didn't feel any cold. He felt that his whole body was unusually hot, his torn underwear was completely soaked with sweat, and he only felt that his brain was groggy and he wanted to sleep.

But Kou Wen knew that he couldn't fall asleep, once he lost consciousness, he would definitely become a zombie, and his strong will to survive drove Kou Wen to stab him in the arm with a knife every once in a while, in order to use the severe pain to keep himself awake, he wanted to live, he didn't want to become a zombie.

I don't know how much time has passed, and Cowen stumbles on the snow. The left arm was covered with knife wounds, like a child's cracked mouth, and the bright red blood flowed down the wound, leaving a red mark on the gray snow.

But these Kou Wen didn't care anymore, the outbreak of the zombie virus made him lose most of his ability to think. His only thought now is to survive the virus. He cried out in his heart, "I don't want to die!" I want to live! "For a young man who is just twenty years old, being alive is more important than anything else.

Wang Haoren rode a puppet ox, with three puppet beasts in front of him to open the way, followed by five puppet beasts. In the distance, he saw a figure slowly walking in his direction in the snow. The golem moved forward quickly, but it was only a few minutes before it met the figure.

Wang Haoren asked the puppet beast to stop on the side of the road, looking at Kou Wen, who was dripping with blood all the way and walking mechanically, and he didn't need to say that Wang Haoren also understood what the situation was. There are still a few antiviral drugs in Wang Haoren's storage bag, but a stranger he doesn't know, he can't just give them casually. What's more, God knows who the other party is, if he saves a white-eyed wolf, isn't he asking for trouble?

Kou Wen's empty eyes completely ignored the existence of Wang Haoren and the puppet beast, and kept moving forward mechanically. Looking at the back that was gradually moving away, Wang Haoren rode a puppet ox and followed from afar. He didn't want to save Kouwen, he just wanted to see how long Kouwen could survive.

If you can survive the pain caused by the virus infection, you can be a great cow. 8 hours! How much willpower does that take? The fat man in front of him, Wang Haoren didn't think he could stand up, but seeing him stab himself in the arm from time to time, Wang Haoren admired his courage.

After about two hours of walking, the figure in front of him sat down, took something out of his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, then grabbed a piece of snow in the snow and stuffed it into his mouth. After sitting for about a few minutes, he staggered to his feet and punched on the spot. Looking at the posture of fighting is still a military boxing, looking at his well-eyed appearance, it is obvious that he has not been a beginner for a long time, and many places are completely deformed.

Time passed little by little, and the military body boxing that still looked a little at the beginning was completely indistinguishable now at all. But the figure continued to fight, stopping every now and then to stab him in the arm, or crouching down and shoving a few mouthfuls of snow into his mouth, and then punching again.

Wang Haoren took out a piece of bloody mutant beast's flesh from the storage bag and threw it in front of him. The figure crouched down and picked it up, and after nibbling on it, he stuffed a few mouthfuls of snow and punched again. Wang Haoren knew that this person was already unconscious, and now he was holding on completely by instinctive willpower. More than six hours have passed, and it seems that this person really has a good chance of surviving the outbreak of the virus.

Seeing that this fat man probably has the strength of a samurai second-order, and can maintain such a plump figure in this last era of lack of food and clothing, it seems that this guy still has some ability. People like bones, or those full of explosive muscles, are not uncommon in these last days, but such obesity is rare.

In addition to Li Jiaye, this is the second fat man Wang Haoren saw in his last days. Li Jiaye has a huge family power, superior living conditions, and no shortage of materials and food. And this fat man looks like he can't even afford a good piece of armor, and it's obviously a figure struggling to survive at the bottom of society, and he can still maintain this fat figure, which is a little strange.

Kou Wen's fat body has never changed, even if he can't eat enough, no matter how much he increases the amount of training, he will not be able to see it. Although he is only 1.88 meters tall, his strength is not small, and he can lift 500 catties with one hand. is not worse than Li Dazhuang, who is two meters tall and full of explosive muscles. Coven's running speed is not slower than others, and his flexibility is not affected by obesity in the slightest.

Kou Wen, who used to be a financial data analyst, is purely a data nerd squatting at home. From the name of the profession, it can be seen that he is not short of money, and he rarely exercises in front of the data in the computer every day. When disaster struck, Kou Wen was dragged by his classmate Liu Fang to serve as a shield to attend a barbecue party organized by his unit in a farmhouse in the suburbs, so he narrowly escaped.

At this time, Kou Wen, who was unconscious, suddenly regained consciousness, feeling that his body was full of inexhaustible power, and his senses of sight, smell, and hearing were all sensitive and abnormal. The wound from the knife on his arm also miraculously healed, leaving only small red spots. Kou Wen knew that he had already borne the invasion of the virus, and couldn't help yelling at the sky, "Ah!! The roar shook the snow off the trees.

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