The sharp dead branches instantly cut my cheeks, and I shrunk and fell into the bushes, my shoulders "clicking" against the hard stones, and I felt a piercing pain. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Damn it......

I gritted my teeth and curled up in the bushes.

"Bang-" The last gunshot paused a few meters away, and there was no more sound.

Holding on to my aching left shoulder, I moved forward, poked out a little bit of a small bush full of dead branches and leaves, stared at the central cemetery on the right-hand side, the air was full of floating white dust, the shattered tombstones were slanted horizontally on the stone brick floor, and several pots of withered yellow spray were overturned, and the black soil mixed with the white tombstones was messy.

The wet and clay soil was covered with thick fallen leaves, and for a long time I held my breath, carefully moved out of the bushes, and stood up with a crooked neck, gathered my voice, and walked vigilantly in the direction of the eastern cemetery.

Who fired the shot?

How many participants are there on the battlefield now......

I was silent, rubbing my shoulders and walking into a grove.

Squinting around at the dead leaf forest outside the cemetery, the black trunks and curly bark of the trees were abruptly inserted into the slopes full of dead grass, I raised my head slightly, and watched the staggered branches in the grove divide the pale sky into several pieces, and the distant Lin Fei was shrouded in a vast mist, as if the bleakest light could not penetrate the haze in the depths of the mist.

A strange cold air is blowing in the face.

I coughed, and the silence made me feel cold.

Yes, that's what it feels like.

It's like a pair of eyes staring at your every move in the dark, silent, suffocating layer by layer, slowly wrapping around your heart, uneasiness, fear, silently fermenting in the silence. The other party knows your every move, and a pair of bloodthirsty eyes stare at your every footstep you fall, counting the distance between you......

"Kala......"

Stepping on a dead leaf, I reined in my breath.

The broken branches and leaves of the "sand ......" swayed, and the whistling wind brushed the cold branches.

The clammy moisture stained his cheeks, and the tip of his nose was cold.

[Do you believe it, Sixth Sense?] 】

Sixth sense......

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

Probably, believe.

At the foot of the "Kala......", stepping on a withered yellow fallen leaf, I stopped, raised my eyes to look at the dead leaf swaying on the branch not far away, it was gently drooped by the wind, swirled, without the last weight of life, the shell, fell to the ground.

"Click."

An untimely loading sound sounded behind him.

My heart cooled, and I turned my face a little.

"See you again, ma'am."

A slightly flirtatious voice pierced the silence of the trees.

I turned around quietly, and a few steps away, a man pointed a gun at my head.

He wore a black coat, tattoos on his neck, greasy hair with small pigtails at the back of his head, narrow eyes, and the freckles on his cheeks illuminated by the pale sunlight, and he raised the corners of his mouth, and his gray eyes were full of disdain.

Spotted dogs.

He looked at me with his gun in his hand, his finger resting on the trigger.

“…… No one ever told you that you would be fined for firing a gun in the cemetery. I stared at him calmly.

Vic snorted.

"If I can get rid of two participants at once, I don't mind paying some money."

It's really his style.

"Hmph, it's a pity that you don't seem to be as powerful as you think."

I took a step forward and moved a little closer to him.

Vic spat at his feet and said in a hoarse voice, "I won't miss this time." ”

Glancing at the muzzle of the black hole, I lifted my eyes, my gaze falling back on his face.

"It's not good for you to kill me."

"Oh? What reason do you have for me to spare your life? Vic narrowed his eyes dangerously.

“…… I know who the sacrifice is. ”

Vic froze.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at me, biting his lower lip slightly, and I silently took a step forward, the distance between us shortened to two steps.

The wind, blowing up my neckline, mixed with cold moisture.

I suppressed my somewhat rapid heartbeat and stared coldly into his eyes.

In the middle of the night, Vic changed his playful tone and stared at me seriously.

"Why should I believe you?"

"You can believe me or not, there is a 50 percent chance of success and a 50 percent chance of failure."

“…… You said. ”

"There is a condition."

"Released you?"

"That's right."

Vic snorted disdainfully.

"What if you're the sacrifice?"

"If I was a sacrifice, why didn't Wayne kill me?" I asked rhetorically.

The thug in front of me aimed a gun at Wayne's heart a few minutes ago, and he couldn't have seen it, and Wayne and I had been wrestling for a long time.

"Just because he doesn't kill you doesn't mean I won't kill you."

"The decision is yours." I paused slightly, "I'm just telling you that if you choose to kill me, you'll regret it." ”

He frowned suspiciously.

"What do you mean......

"Andrew!" I leaned over and looked behind Vic.

Vic was startled and instinctively turned around.

The next second I rushed forward and grabbed his waist and knocked him to the ground, Vic couldn't react, the gun he was holding fell a few steps away, I sat on his chest, bent down and instantly pulled out the dagger hidden in his boot, pinched his jaw, the blade was close to the warm artery, a little deeper was enough to cut the flesh.

"You **** actually lied to me!" Vic yelled, he struggled, I gritted my teeth and legs pressed his arm, increasing the strength of my hand, looking at his high cheekbones with a dark face.

"I advise you not to move!"

I brought the blade closer to his artery, and the blade sank slightly into the flesh, faintly scratching his epidermis, and Vic thuded, cold sweat running down his forehead.

I sneered.

"I didn't expect you to be so afraid of Andrew."

"I'm going to kill you!" Vic's eyes were filled with the exasperation of being deceived, and his Adam's apple rose and fell with his voice.

I leaned down slightly and moved closer to his ear.

"I remember all the people who tried to kill me in the last game."

I hoarse, feeling his nervous breathing.

"The good and the bad, I'll get it back."

Vic was silent for a few seconds, as if taking a deep breath.

"Then let's see if you have the ability......"

Before I could react, a dull pain came from my abdomen, and I instinctively curled up, and he bent over and grabbed my dagger hand with his right hand, and punched me in the face with a fist with his left hand.

A burst of stars.

The next moment he elbowed me to my collarbone and slammed me to the side.

As the sky whirled, my back clicked against the hard rocks on the ground, and I gasped.

Suddenly, a weight pressed on my abdomen, I hurriedly supported my upper body, but I was hit back to the ground by a falling punch, my head hit the ground hard, and the third punch hit the other cheek harder again, a feeling of dizziness and suffocation hit, blood flowed down the corners of my mouth, I coughed with my mouth open, staring at Vic who was sitting on top of me and smiling.

He grabbed my dagger wrist with his right hand and pressed it against my neck.

"You think too highly of yourself." Vic tugged at the corners of his mouth, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, "Ma'am, I'll teach you a trick, remember to keep an eye on the enemy's fists next time." ”

The sharp dagger was getting closer and closer to the warm artery, and I trembled my arm to break free from the force he was clasping at my wrist, but his big palm grabbed my arm red, and the force did not allow me to break free, and brought the dagger closer to my neck.

At this moment, I was in a trance.

A certain fragment flashed through my mind, the same hideous expression, but vaguely accompanied by a chilling laughter, a small dilapidated warehouse, an abandoned car window, the sunset like blood, reflecting a dull pain in the depths of my mind.

With a mouth full of blood, I spat out a tooth that he had knocked out.

Squinting at the thugs.

"Thanks, I'll teach you a trick too......" I curled up slightly, my voice muffled, "Keep an eye on the enemy's knees next time." ”

As soon as the words fell, my bent knees pressed heavily against his crotch, and the next second I grabbed a handful of dirt under my body and sprinkled it on his eyes.

Vic screamed, covering his eyes and sitting next to him.

I coughed and sat up, and Vic curled up and glared at me viciously, my kick seemed to be so hard that he wiped the dirt off his face, gasping and turning pale.

Do you know where the advantages of females over males are?

-- There is no fatal weakness.

I pursed my lips and stepped back, standing up against the clammy rock.

"I'll kill you sooner or later!" Vic bent over his crotch and stared at me with anger in his eyes.

I glanced at him obliquely, sneering.

"If you need to go to the hospital, walk slowly, don't send it."

“****！” Vic yelled.

Leaning over, I picked up the gun he had left aside.

The black body of the gun was a little heavy, and I silently carried the gun on my back.

"Bang-"

In the distance, in the eastern cemetery, a sudden gunshot was heard.

The battle for prey begins, and the ...... begins

I squinted my eyes and looked silently at the eastern cemetery, shrouded in white fog not far away.

"What the hell?!" Vic's yelling came from behind him.

I turned vigilantly.

"Click......"

I saw hands breaking out of the moist soil, stained with moist soil, finger bones and metacarpal bones still clinging to the muscles that had not yet completely rotted, black strips of flesh, dark holed blood vessels, and tiny maggots crawling all over the back of the hands.

Before I could react, more and more hands reached out of the ground, clasped into the soil, and writhed, revealing deeper rotting bones.

A few paces away, Vic staggered, several hands grasping his black coat, gritting his teeth and scolding as he broke the rotten hands.

"Roaring ......"

With a low roar, the ground seemed to slowly wake up.

I took a few steps back, and more and more rotting hands stuck out of the ground, and not far away, a half-decomposed corpse crawled out of the ground, half of his head was already rotting, his black hole eyes were full of maggots, tattered clothes hung on his body, black skin, grinning, and his mandible seemed to fall off at any moment. He straightened his arms and slowly crawled out of the ground, little by little, his already bony body exposed to the white sunlight.

My stomach churned, and I retreated helplessly, and suddenly, I remembered the words of the mausoleum keeper.

[In addition to the graves, there are many mass graves in the cemetery. 】

[Try to not pass.] 】

More and more rotting hands were grabbing the ground, bone-baring fingers twisting as if they were desperately trying to grab something.

The roar grew thicker and thicker as the corpses broke through the ground.

God, these things aren't usually common......

The wind brushed the leaves of the dead woods and hit my cheeks, and I gritted my teeth as I stared at the growing number of corpses crawling out of mass graves.

A chill came over my heart.

End of viewing time......

I gritted my teeth and turned around to run away, but I stumbled and fell to the ground.

There was a pain in the bridge of my nose, and I hurriedly turned my head, and I saw a half-rotten hand clutching at my shoe.

Damn it!

I gritted my teeth and broke free from the force of my ankles, but soon more and more corpses crawled out of the soil next to me, and I hurriedly struggled to dodge a hand on my right that tried to grab the corner of my clothes, but the corpse on my left side, which was already half crawling out of the soil, suddenly grabbed my sleeve.

“！”

I turned my head to meet his bloody eyes, he grinned, his gums were all corroded, white maggots fell to the ground along half of his remaining tongue, his throat was rotten, and interlaced muscles and black veins were faintly visible. He tugged at my sleeve, a predator-like roar rolling in his throat, as if begging for warm flesh.

Your uncle's!

I gritted my teeth and lifted my foot and kicked him hard in the chest.

I kicked and broke a leaking rib in his corroded chest, and a foul smell hit my face.

"Tear the ......"

The sleeve was torn in an instant.

My center of gravity was unstable, and I leaned back.

The corpse straightened its other hand and grabbed at my body!

Again?!

I gritted my teeth and rolled down the hill with my head in my hands.

"Roar—" Behind him, the low roar of zombies filled his ears.

Rolling over the cold branches and leaves on the hillside, small pieces of wood stuck into the exposed skin, rubble and muscles hurting, the sky spinning, extreme loss of balance, the images flashed in front of my eyes, the sky, the branches, the ground, the fallen leaves...... The fallen leaves that ran over a hillside, a blank brain, mixed with pain from the depths, slammed into something that looked like a wooden root, and I fell out.

His shoulder and elbow slammed into the ground in an instant, and his forehead slammed into a cold stone.

The next moment, I felt black in front of my eyes and lost all consciousness.