"me! What the fuck is going on! Old Joe stumbled back two steps and almost hit the trunk of the tree, "I'll just say there's a fucking ghost in this forest!" ”

"Isn't it just a rotten corpse, what's all the fuss? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Mr. Zhao is also muttering in his heart, and he is still stubborn for the sake of face.

"You've seen with that eye that rotten corpse that can get up and cut people!" Old Joe's cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and without saying a word, he directly took the gun to the corpse and shot it several times. The corpse was shaken for a long time, but it was still silent.

"People are dead, and you still shoot him, isn't it a waste of bullets." Mr. Zhao said.

As if deliberately unable to get along with Mr. Zhao, as soon as Mr. Zhao's words fell, the corpse's arm began to slowly support the ground in an attempt to stand up.

"The Living Dead! It's the fucking dead! Old Joe's voice was broken, and his hand holding the rifle could not be stopped.

"Run!" Mr. Zhao yelled. Old Qiao didn't wait for him to say it a second time, and the girl began to run wildly, farting and urinating, and he didn't even want the gun in his hand.

When Mr. Zhao found the knocked compass and picked it up, the dead man's withered hand was almost touching his face. Mr. Zhao raised his hand and it was a gun, and the arm of the living dead exploded a big hole and shrank for a moment, and then Mr. Zhao found that his wound was slowly healing itself.

"Old Joe!" Mr. Zhao ran forward for more than ten steps and shook off the living dead, then opened his throat and screamed, but there was no response after calling three times, and his heart really began to panic. Fortunately, the speed of the living dead was not fast, and he quickly threw him away a long distance.

Mr. Zhao ran forward for a few minutes, seeing that there was no other movement around him for the time being, and stopped to look at the compass to study the results. Halfway through pondering, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when he looked up, he found that several living dead people were staggering out of the surrounding trees in all directions, and he was about to be surrounded when he found it late.

Paralysis.

Am I on the wrong set? Confirm that it is not a remake of an American post-apocalyptic zombie movie? Mr. Zhao quickly calculated in his heart, there was not much ammunition in stock, and he couldn't waste it on this kind of thing that couldn't be killed. After a few sprints to flash out of the encirclement, Mr. Zhao picked up a relatively dry wooden stick, poured some gasoline on the top, lit it with a lighter, and pointed it at the living dead in a fencing position, and the latter immediately retreated several steps, leaving an open space.

It's easy to say if you're afraid of fire! Because the torches illuminate much better than the lamps, Mr. Zhao can roughly see the faces and clothes of these people. Although the faces are rotten and unrecognizable, the clothes are all uniform, and they look very much like the uniforms worn by the production brigade of the People's Commune in the sixties and seventies of the last century.

And...... Sweeping his gaze one by one, the instinct of recognizing people cultivated by long-term intelligence gathering told him that these people, in addition to the different degrees of decay, were surprisingly consistent in height and size, and were likely to ...... It's from one person.

Self-replication?! Mr. Zhao swallowed, and his hand grasping the handle of the gun was so hard that he was cramping.

The current situation did not allow him to think too much, so he recognized the general direction of the magnetic pole disturbance and began to run. At this time, a very strange sound suddenly came out of the throat of a living dead person who was relatively close to him, reminiscent of a foreign object swallowing, and then the reaction speed of all the living dead was directly doubled, and they half-squatted down and made a prostrate shape and were about to pounce on Mr. Zhao.

It's out.

Mr. Zhao took out a detonator from his backpack and tore off the lead and threw it back, with a loud bang, the nearest few living dead people were directly fried into meat sauce, and the farther ones were at least half of their bodies blown away. Mr. Zhao himself also received the blast and hit the trunk of a tree directly, startled a large number of black moths and then fell into, and it took him half a day to get up.

It's still too close, and the force is so sour that the ribs aren't broken.

Mr. Zhao muttered in his heart, God blessed, pulled the zipper of his backpack and staggered away. I didn't see more living dead people coming for a long time, I should have been crippled by the bombing, but I didn't dare to stop like this for fear of long nights and dreams. After a while, a few drops of cold water hit his face, and at first Mr. Zhao thought that the dew from the leaves had fallen and hit his face, but more and more water fell before he realized that it was raining.

The moisture filled the torches with moisture, and the oil at the top was almost clean, and the flames quickly weakened, and they were ready to be extinguished at any time. Mr. Zhao poured some oil to make it burn a little stronger, and continued to walk forward with a torch in one hand and a compass in the other.

Judging by the increasing swing of the pointer, he was steadily moving towards his destination. The sky was getting brighter, the cold rain was still going on, and when the first rays of light shone into the woods, Mr. Zhao came to a corner of the woods, and his view was tightly blocked by a pile of rocks.

The area of the stone pile is not small, and each stone is nearly one person high, pressing against each other, and the height is nearly three people high. Most of them are the most common granite, and some of them have been carved into various totems, which have a considerable history according to the degree of carving corrosion, and are probably the product of the Suduan culture.

Mr. Zhao was quite tired from not sleeping all night, but he still forced himself to check around. Judging from the swing of the compass, the source of the magnetic disturbance should be hidden in this rock.

Mr. Zhao looked down at the compass every few steps, but unfortunately it didn't have much effect. In the end, he simply took out the iron cup and put it on the top when he saw a stone, and after several failures, the cup finally lived up to his expectations and sucked on a stone. He looked up and saw a two-meter-tall stone figure looking down at him, the corners of his mouth cracking open to reveal a hideous smile.

"." In this unclear situation, Mr. Zhao is most afraid of seeing such strange things. He cursed in a low voice, looked to the side, and immediately saw two stone figures about the same height. The proportional style of the stone man's human body is very characteristic of Sanxingdui's art, that is, the expressions are all strange and inexplicable, one has a big mouth open for horror, and the other mouth has a raised corner, how to look like a sneer.

Mr. Zhao took the cup and pasted it on the remaining two stone figures, but there was no response, and the doubts in his heart became even greater. Generally, those that can cause such a large magnetic disturbance are natural magnets, and the magnetism can be eliminated by fire. But with such a big stone, Mr. Zhao really has nowhere to start.

Just when Mr. Zhao was not sure whether to find a fire source to destroy the stone or pretend not to see it and continue walking, a voice came from above the pile of stones: "Yo, Mr. Zhao, I can be regarded as seeing you again." ”

Mr. Zhao was quite familiar with this voice, and when he looked up, he saw Lao Qiao sitting on the top of the pile of rocks, bowing his head and smiling at himself.