"Say, don't move. I...... I'm hungry, let me ...... Let me, eat you. ”

He was supposed to use his words to perform a mental attack.

An indescribable feeling of nausea spread along his brain to Liu Tianming's whole body. There was an extremely uncomfortable swelling in the head, as if it had been filled with too much gas and could explode at any moment.

Liu Tianming no longer cared about the injury on his shoulder, he covered his ears with both hands, staggered, and slowly walked a few steps forward.

At a close distance, you can feel the stench coming out of Wang Fushou's big mouth, and see the densely arranged teeth. Just when Wang Fushou wanted to continue talking, he suddenly found that the figure in front of him disappeared as if it were air.

Liu Tianming was running at a speed that was so fast that he couldn't see it at all. He took out a dagger from his back waist and stabbed desperately at Wang Fushou's fat body.

This dagger was the trophy obtained when Meng Qi and others snatched back Zheng Xiaoyue.

Wang Fushou felt a hard object pierce his body, penetrate his cheeks, and insert it into his mouth. The teeth are so uncomfortable with the hard object that it looks like a patient under anesthesia is being drilled with dental instruments. Although it didn't hurt much, it was really uncomfortable.

Nima's, they all said that you are food. Can't you let Lao Tzu eat a meal in peace?

A strong anger rose from Wang Fushou's heart.

He was an honest man and rarely got angry. When I'm at home, I also let my wife. Many people in the village have seen the scene of Zhang Qiaozhen taking off her shoes and beating Wang Fushou on the buttocks. At that time, Wang Fushou was always smiling, and after the fight, he pouted the right side to make his daughter-in-law happy.

However, you're not my wife, why should I let you?

Thinking of this, Wang Fushou's huge mouth let out a loud shout, and the strong sound wave made the surrounding air tremble. Liu Tianming, who was stabbing and killing him at high speed, couldn't withstand this kind of mental attack, and his whole movement slowed down. The headache was cracking, and an invisible energy quickly extended up the vertebrae. Wang Fushou grabbed Liu Tianming's left foot, lifted it upside down with one hand, and threw it on top of his head like a toy. Then, with the help of the extremely powerful force on his arm, he threw Liu Tianming out heavily.

On the opposite side is a wall.

Liu Tianming heard a crisp cracking sound after his knees collided with the wall. He felt two ribs break in his chest, and the slight lower part of his left chest was dented, and the strength was rapidly disappearing from his body.

The shouts from the cells are getting louder and louder. Liu Tianming already understood what these mutant cells wanted to express———— food.

Wang Fushou is his own food. He is a very powerful infect and a target for his own prey. In his body, there is an extremely rich amount of nutrients.

The temptation is so strong, and the demand from the mutated cells is so strong. Liu Tianming has never had a similar situation when facing Chen Po. Especially after Chen Po fell from the ventilation pipe and fell to her death and became a walking corpse, she never appeared again.

Obviously, the infected and the walking dead are two different creatures. For the concept of food, it is also completely different.

Hunt......

Liu Tianming's face, which was distorted by pain, showed a wry smile.

Before, in his own home, through the window, the moment he saw Wang Fushou wandering on the road, he really had the idea of hunting for food.

He never thought about what to do for the people, and he didn't think about doing justice and courage at all. It's just being manipulated by mutated cells and trying to hunt for food.

But now, the situation has apparently turned around, and he has become the object of prey.

Wang Fushou let out a "hey, hey, hey" frightened laugh from his mouth, shook Bai Huahua's fat buttocks, opened his short and strong legs and feet, ran to Liu Tianming, grabbed his arm and stuffed it into his mouth.

It's a great piece of meat, and it's delicious.

Wang Fushou had just tasted a slice, and he couldn't forget the sweet and special taste.

Now, Wang Fushou wants to eat more.

Wang Fushou has no visual ability with the naked eye, and responds entirely by relying on his keen hearing and strong sense of smell after evolution. He grabbed Liu Tianming's right arm, which was still holding the dagger, and stuffed it into his mouth. In the dim moonlight, Liu Tianming saw the depths of the other party's black rumbling mouth, which was a terrifying cave, leading straight to the deepest part of hell. In particular, Wang Fushou's long prickly tongue licked back and forth on the back of his hand, and the rough touch made his head numb, and he wanted to get rid of it desperately.

I can't die!

At the very least, you damn perverted creature can't be eaten as a snack!

Liu Tianming shouted violently, and used all the strength in his body to resist. He used his left hand to support Wang Fushou's upper lip so that it could not be closed. While roaring wildly at Wang Fushou's fat face full of pus, he held the dagger tightly and stabbed desperately into Wang Fushou's mouth.

"You ugly devil covered in rotten flesh, come and settle the score!"

The sharp tip of the knife pierced the throat canal, extending down the esophagus, and cutting a bevel more than ten centimeters long on the side of the neck.

Liu Tianming's dagger stabbed indiscriminately and there was no discipline at all. He just wanted to cause as much damage as possible, but he didn't know where Wang Fushou's body was at stake. The blocking effect of his left hand is very good, Wang Fushou has been unable to close his lips, and he has not been able to bite off the hand that has been stretched into his mouth. Although he was very angry, his hands hit Liu Tianming's head, chest, legs and feet back and forth in front of him, but he couldn't change his situation. In the end, with Liu Tianming's roar, the dagger that had pierced Wang Fushou's chest pierced through the muscle layer and began to pull back in reverse. Then, under the control of Liu Tianming's strong wrist force, he made a fierce incision of the entire esophagus and broke through the gap between the side of the neck and the jaw.

Wang Fushou's eyes widened, shook his head desperately, and his hands involuntarily let go of Liu Tianming. The whole person retreated again and again, leaning against the wall, his hands scratching at the broken throat, trying to break free from the invisible restraints.

Liu Tianming was thrown far away, rolled in the air several times, and fell to the ground. Wang Fushou's roar made him feel like his head was about to explode. This kind of mental attack is really terrifying. But fortunately, there is only one such enemy so far.

In the chaos, Liu Tianming himself didn't know which part of Wang Fushou's body he had stabbed?

Judging from the current situation, it should have been stabbed in the heart.

Wang Fushou was no longer able to stand up.

He sat on the ground, blood oozing from his mouth. His heart spasmed in his body, contracting continuously, and he felt like it was about to explode.

That's the crux of my life!

The heart is the most important part of my body!

A series of clear consciousness flashed through my mind, and then froze. The fire of anger in Wang Fushou's heart is getting stronger and stronger, and the sense of fear is also expanding.

I knew too late, too late.

A large amount of blood gushed out of Wang Fushou's mouth. Neither the wound in the throat nor the horrific scar on the surface of the body is far less serious than a stab in the heart. Wang Fushou felt that the energy in his body was rapidly draining, and the madness of the mutated cells was much stronger than usual. He couldn't help but think of the children who drowned in the puddle. They were struggling with everything they did before they died, just like they are now.

Liu Tianming gasped, mustered up his last strength, and staggered to Wang Fushou.

Wang Fushou felt even more intense anger and unspeakable fear.

I, I, I'm going to be his food.

I'm going to be eaten by him!

This is not unfounded speculation, and Liu Tianming is planning to do so.

When Wang Fushou saw the short knife in his right hand, his eyes immediately widened, and a slurred tone came out of his mouth: "No...... Wait a minute...... You, you can't ...... Such. ”

"Whoosh!"

The snowy blade slashed through the air and cut straight through Wang Fushou's neck.

His spine broke, and his entire head fell sideways. Liu Tianming, whose face was pale, bent his knees and knelt down heavily in front of the dying Wang Fushou. He wielded the dagger, and the sharp blade cut a long cut in Wang Fushou's chest, and then pulled horizontally, and a "7" shaped wound suddenly appeared on the surface of the skin covered with pustules.

Wang Fushou is not dead.

Although his head was crooked, he had lost control of his hands and feet, and there were still some muscles and nerves connected to the edge of his shoulders. In the case that there is no visual effect, perceiving Liu Tianming's existence from this perspective is no different from usual. His eyes were wide open, and although he had no pupils, they were full of fear.

The big mouth, full of sharp teeth, opened and closed slightly. Unable to make a sound, he could only express a few words in a silent mouth: "Don't...... Eat me. ”

Liu Tianming grabbed the muscle layer cut in Wang Fushou's chest and pulled it hard, through the neatly arranged ribs, the entire heart was exposed in front of him. Wang Fushou's head hung down with a painful and hideous expression, but he couldn't change the fact that it had been treated as food.

Liu Tianming felt that the wound on his shoulder was more painful, and there was not much strength left in his body. He trembled his hands, and used the most savage method to pry off Wang Fushou's ribs with a dagger, and it took a lot of effort to get the whole heart out.

He could feel that Wang Fushou was actually the same as himself, an infected young animal.

Your only advantage is speed.

This is a gift from Xiao Wu.

If it weren't for the Karel nutrients that Xiao Wu had obtained from Xiao Wu's body before, Liu Tianming would not have been able to burst out at a critical moment and completely reverse the situation.

The moment the main blood vessel of the heart was broken, Wang Fushou's swollen and tattered face was no longer alive, nor was there any tension and fear. In its place, there is an immensely easy relief.

Finally, I can stop eating people.

Finally, I don't have to go hungry.

This is a fucking bastard world, and Lao Tzu is the demon in the chaotic world. The outcome of the struggle between good and evil in the legend never changes. Bad guys die.

But God testifies that Lao Tzu has never killed anyone!