The wheels kept jolting between the mud and the grass, very stubbornly grinding out a deep trail.

Cao Xinneng is burly, with a height of more than 1.9 meters. In his thirties, he is the energetic type. But then again, the workers, especially the miners, are mostly sturdy. If you don't have muscles, arms, legs and feet, you can't eat this bowl of rice at all.

Yesterday next to a puddle, through the reflection on the calm water, Cao Xineng saw his current appearance.

The whole person was already skinny and bone-ty, and the muscles on his body were almost sunk into the cracks of the bones. His skin hung loosely, his hair grew terribly, his beard grew together with his face, and his black chest hair protruded from the buttons of his shirt. The joints on the legs are large, and the steps of walking appear to be stumbling.

I've been starved for too long.

It's been so long that Cao Xinneng has forgotten when the last time he had a normal meal.

It had been raining, and there were signs in the air that a cold winter was coming. The soles of the shoes are covered with thick clay, and you can't shake them off. This damn mud adds weight to the body and consumes what little energy is left in the body.

For several days, Cao Xinneng didn't dare to fall asleep. Even when I was most sleepy, I only dared to take a nap. This is still when there are people around to take care of and someone to watch. He was afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would see the dead bodies that were covered in filth and blood, and staggered away.

They're dead, but they still move, they walk.

That was some time ago. Now, those living dead have changed. It looks like there's a damn guy teaching them skills. They have now learned to run and are much more agile than before.

Cao Xinneng knows how to make his body better.

It's as simple as eating more.

However, no matter where they went, they could not find food.

He kept pushing that used bike. "Phoenix" brand, very old-fashioned triangle bar men's bicycle. In an era when cars and electric vehicles dominated road traffic, such old-fashioned bikes were a rarity. Cao Xinneng also spent 300 yuan to buy it from others.

He knew it was a thief. But the police won't care, and the owner won't find him, so let's use it first!

Cao Xinneng was not the only one who escaped from the mine. He had seen far more horror scenes than anyone else. It is precisely because he has seen those things that Cao Xineng clearly understands that it is impossible to live on his own alone.

Chen Zhuo is a technician in the mine, and he is also a young man with fair skin and a weak body.

He may have suffered from the wind chill and was coughing incessantly all the way. It's so intense that sometimes you can't even stop. Several people found him a place to live, which was actually a dilapidated house that had not yet been completed. There was no cover, Chen Zhuo kept shouting cold, Cao Xinneng went over to look, he was shivering with cold, and his face was already blue from the cold. After searching around for a long time, he found a broken sheet to wrap him. Although this thing couldn't block much cold wind, Chen Zhuo's cough was much slower than yesterday. He had been moaning all night, saying he had a terrible headache and could explode at any moment.

Cao Xinneng knew that Chen Zhuo's condition was very serious.

His eyes were already red and he was exhausted. Chen Zhuo lay half-dead, with nothing to eat, and he couldn't even light a fire. Li Jianwei said that he was going to go around elsewhere to see if there would be any gains, but he did not come back until noon. Wang Yangfeng's woman is not bad, and she took good care of Chen Zhuo along the way. It's just that she has no medicine, no food, and no nursing studies, so she can only stay there and can't do anything.

It would be nice to get something to eat.

Or if you're lucky, get a lighter that someone else throws away. As long as there is fire and hot water, Chen Zhuo's situation will definitely get better.

Pushing the bike, I walked step by step in the wet mud. Cao Xineng felt his hands cold, and couldn't help but shudder several times.

He himself was wearing only a shirt and a blue overalls over it.

A rain fell, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

It's time to find a place to spend the winter.

Pushing the bicycle can also save a lot of effort. Without this car, Cao Xinneng felt that he would definitely not be able to go far.

The sun has not been seen since the morning. Gray rain clouds kept it in its back. Even though it was only a light rain, the whole earth was soaked, and Cao Xinneng even felt that the rain had fallen inside his body, and a strange and mysterious silence enveloped the world, making him feel an indescribable fear.

You can already see the old road not far away.

It's not a highway, it's an old road that doesn't pay anymore. Tattered and pitted. Every time I drove out of the mine, I had to walk along this road for more than two hours before I could get onto a new smooth road. Almost everybody is cursing the damn traffic department, the damn highway investors. To say that the hell the old road is free is to treat this road as garbage. There is no one to maintain it, and it is impossible to invest money in repairing the broken pavement. Anyway, free things are rags, that's the truth about him.

In the distance stood a dark figure. It was a little far away, and his face could not be seen, and only the clothes could tell that it was a man. The cold wind and light rain hit his body, and he was unaware of it, like an inanimate sculpture.

Cao Xinneng wiped the rain from his face, put down the bicycle stand, and picked up the assault rifle from the back rack of the car.

It was an old-fashioned "Bayi Bar" automatic rifle, a retired weapon of the army. When escaping from the mine, Cao Xinneng ran into the factory and mine security department, and pulled out this weapon from the cabinet, as well as a "May Fourth" pistol that was also old. Although there are not many bullets and the weapon itself is badly worn, it is barely usable.

The man heard the movement coming from this side, turned around, and walked towards Cao Xinneng.

He seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, and his clothes were in tatters. The hair on the top of the bare head falls out, revealing pink skin. Shoulders and legs were covered in scratches, dirt and dust. There were black, dried blood stains on his hands, lips, and neck. Washed by the rain, black slag kept flowing down his chest.

He was covered in a disgusting stench. It's not like the meat is rotten, but the feces that have been left in a closed environment for too long, with the smell of natural fermentation and its own smell.

His eyes were no longer white, but glowing red, staring at Cao Xinneng who was standing in front of him.

At this time, not a second can be delayed.

Cao Xinneng loaded the bullet as quickly as possible, held the gun in both hands, locked the man's chest through the hole in the middle of the sight, and pulled the trigger hard.

"Bang ————"

The gun went off.

A stream of blood spurted obliquely, and the man's filthy body was torn by the force of inertia, and he trembled backwards. He glanced down at his chest, which had been torn by bullets, and his eyes suddenly burst with anger, and with a low roar, he staggered towards Cao Xinneng.

It was indeed running, but not as fast as it could have been. The last time he encountered the same kind of mutant creature, Cao Xinneng had roughly calculated, which was almost equivalent to the speed of an adult's jogging.

Of course, they also accelerate, and they also explode. It depends, and not all people who come back from the dead can do this.

The gun was too old, and because of problems with the parts, it had to be bolted every time it was fired, and it could not be fired continuously.

Cao Xinneng quickly hugged the body of the gun, pulled up the bolt, aimed the muzzle of the gun at the man's nose, and pulled the trigger again.

As he did this, he accidentally slipped and twisted his body, and the bullet had come out of his disembowel. Instead of hitting the man's head as expected, it deviated from its intended trajectory and burrowed into the man's left leg, shattering his knee.

The man lost his balance on the spot, several pieces of broken bones and minced flesh splattered on his body, and dark red blood ran down his legs and feet. He shouted "hiss" and crawled towards Cao Xinneng with his remaining hands and feet. He was also hungry, and he was going crazy.

Cao Xinneng slipped directly into the muddy water.

It was so close that he felt fear like never before———— there were still a few bullets in the gun, but he couldn't pull the bolt. Looking at the barrel soaked in muddy water, Cao Xinneng knew that it must be grit that was plugging the spring. This old weapon needs to be cleaned and maintained at all times. But now, I can't do that on my own.

The man grabbed Cao Xinneng's right hand and dragged it towards him. The forces were terrifyingly strong, and I am afraid that only machines could deal with them. Cao Xinneng shouted desperately, hoping that someone would hear him and save himself. He knew that the odds of such a thing happening were almost zero. It's wilderness, and no one will come.

The rain fascinated his eyes, and Cao Xinneng felt that his arm was about to be torn off alive. I didn't get bitten yet, but it didn't last long.

If only Li Jianwei were here. He was holding that "May Fourth" pistol, and he could save my life.

Who's going to help me?

Just as the shadow of despair and death was about to loom over him, a shrill whistling suddenly sounded in the air. Cao Xinneng struggled to open his eyes, and through the misty rain, he saw a large piece of ice stuck in the back of the mutant creature.

It is a thick, round cylinder with a diameter of about 15 centimeters. I don't know how deep the ice is into the ground, but the damn mutant creature is so firmly anchored that it can't break free. It flicked its teeth and claws towards Cao Xineng, and was unwilling to let go.

A dark shadow flew in from afar.

It was a tall, lanky young man in a gray sweatshirt. He wears a waterproof hood on his head and a faint smile on his face. He sat on the back of the mutant creature, his left hand on its chin, and his right hand holding a strangely shaped knife. With a single swipe, a hole was split between the hideous-looking mutated creature's skin and the blade. To find this site, please search for "6 Mao" or enter the URL:.