"Maybe she's seen something after the day she disappeared, I don't know, and if you really want to know anything, I think you'll have to find a way to get Rodin. You see, in fact, we only learned her whereabouts from you......" Luo Bin's words made Mu Qingyang immediately relieved, he knew that this sick man was not wrong, although he was not reconciled, but he could only go home.

Anyway, Mu Qingyang still returned to X City, and after a few days of sullenness, he suddenly sat alone in the room and began to be in a daze. Whether it was Li Moliu or Li Qing, even Cheng Ran and Xiao Tian tried to comfort him, but he was still the same, and nothing changed.

He had a sense of impending disaster, he was not interested in doing anything, he did not go to the mental hospital, and he did not intend to pursue anything about Rodin, but just sat there silently, or slept with his head covered.

The days passed like this, and in this way, Mu Qingyang had been living this meaningless life until 4:20 pm on December 21, when the sky was suddenly wrapped in a thick black fog. In fact, when it comes to this cold season, everything changes, the sky is gray, as if after a strong wind, there is a chaotic atmosphere, and snow flies all day long. People walk quickly, and the breath in their mouths seems to be smoking when they encounter the bitter cold.

No one noticed anything unusual, the air was filled with a pungent sour smell, and when the black curtain on the window was lifted, there was a miserable gray mist outside. Not only are there no sharp buildings in the back street, but even the pear trees in the back garden are faintly left with only a black shadow. The sound of car horns can be heard in the thick fog, sometimes short, sometimes melodious......

The cold fog continues to envelop the high red brick walls and the main road outside the brick walls, enveloping factories, shops, stations, airports, and surrounding the end of the street. In this thick cold fog, the sound of whistles, bicycle traffic, people, traffic and miscellaneous footsteps fell like a thick smoke, and there was no intention of dissipating at all. The sun had just revealed its round face with a halo from the chaotic, frozen clouds, and soon disappeared.

Everywhere there was a long mist, and the fog crept alone, like an evil spirit, looking for a resting place but not being able to find it. The sticky wet and cold mist drifted slowly, clearly visible, and the waves ebbed and flowed, chasing each other, like waves on a treacherous sea. The density of the fog closed off the lights on the car, and nothing could be seen except the fog within a few yards of its own; The cloudy breath exhaled by the tired people mixed into the fog, as if it was all caused by them.

The fog grew thicker and turned into a drizzle, enveloping the scenery fifty feet away in a vague and dim shell. There were a few towering buildings that showed only the highest floors in the fog, and the rows of windows that looked like giant eyes shimmered with a miserable yellow light, and from a distance, they looked like mirages floating in mid-air, without the slightest sense of might. And this thick fog is boundless, the car breaks through the suffocating damp and moves forward, the glass of the windows becomes ground glass, and even the characters who are close at hand have become faint and strange; Everything has lost its sharp outline, everything is blurred and distorted.

There was a deathly silence in the city, and everything was stagnant, I don't know how long, until Mu Qingyang opened his eyes in a daze, and in front of him was a tattered door, which was sealed with wooden slats, and was full of dust.

He leaned on the door and looked over, the living room was full of messes, as if they had been ransacked, and he couldn't see Li Qing and Li Moliu, and Cheng Ran and Xiao Tian were also not there, and his heart began to panic.

"How? What's going on......"

He felt as if he had an iron ring around his head, and the iron ring kept shrinking. Something foggy swirled in front of me, and my ears were filled with a noisy ring. In the blink of an eye, he felt the tightness in his chest as if it were about to burst, his heart cramped violently, and his thoughts were confused. He asked himself, "What really happened?" Why are they all gone? But he couldn't figure it out when he thought about it.

After a while, his nostrils twitched slightly, and he raised his head, his face was like a bronze carving, and he was expressionless. After a pause, his dull eyes fell on the door, his lips moved mechanically, and then he pulled out the Lulu Sword and slashed at the door with all his might.

The sharp blade quickly chopped the wooden door into several pieces, and strode out, the floor was full of broken furniture, and even some stumps and severed fingers were hidden in bloodstained corners, his heart fluttered, and he buried his head to continue observing.

There was no note left in the room, Mu Qingyang's eyes scanned everywhere, and the appearance of the four people appeared in front of him, and he felt extremely panicked in his heart at this moment.

At this time, he suddenly heard a sound coming from downstairs.

Quickly went to the window to look down, three or four people squatted together on the playground and didn't know what they were doing, Mu Qingyang looked at those people carefully as if they were eating. There were still two human legs stretched out in the middle of the group and twitched, and then one of the people with his back to him sat on the ground, and the light of the street lamp shone into the middle of the crowd, and a man lay on his back on the ground, his head tilted to one side, his chest cavity was opened, and two people squatting on the ground were fighting for their liver and lungs while feeding them to their mouths, and the person sitting on the ground with their backs to him was chewing with a heart in both hands.

Mu Qingyang knelt on the floor tiles, feeling nauseous, the corners of his mouth were bitter but he couldn't spit it out, and it took a while to stand up against the wall, wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, take a glass of water on the water dispenser and rinse his mouth, and sit on the ground. After sitting for half an hour, he felt better, he walked to the window and observed again, the cannibals had changed from three to a group, and there were still figures walking slowly outside the street lights.

In the dim light, the scene was so weird, angry and worried, and the anxiety made him tremble, goosebumps rose, and his heart was a little hairy.

The crowd outside the window has gathered into a pile, the dead man has turned into white bones and scattered at the feet of the crowd, many people are lying on the ground licking blood, people are constantly knocked to the ground and get up and bite other people until they are knocked over, screams are constantly heard in the distance, there are places everywhere sporadically lit fires to make the night sky in the distance like day.

Entangled in his heart, thinking that the zombies around him were wandering around, thinking that those acquaintances he knew might be eaten alive, Mu Qingyang gritted his teeth and slowly pushed the blade of the sword against the window, squeezing the sword handle tightly, until his wrist hurt too hard, he still didn't go out recklessly in the end, the situation is too unclear, and it is definitely not a good choice to go out now.

"Book Spirit ......"

Muttering a sentence, Mu Qingyang's mind Shuling replied dejectedly: "Master!" ”

"What's going on? Why did the surroundings become like this......"

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I can't help you. Because I just woke up...... All I know is that we're all so weak right now that we can sense something in the air and it's all out of control. ”

"Can you sense Moliu?"

"No, I'm trapped right now, I can't do anything except barely be able to contact you, there's an evil aura everywhere, and my supernatural powers are completely suppressed...... I need time to recover, sorry. Shu Ling's voice was very weak, which made Mu Qingyang's heart sink involuntarily.

"In that case, you should rest first."

Mu Qingyang immediately broke off the contact with the spirit of the Dragon's Spirit, and then began to mobilize the demonic power in his body. There was no reaction, only felt that there was heavy pressure, and the demon power was pressed to death, and there was no way to mobilize it.

Suddenly remembered those relatives and friends, Mu Qingyang hurriedly found the mobile phone and dialed it, he took a long breath and silently read calmly, it took a long time to call the national security phone, but it was always busy, the same is true for 110 and 119, and then he called his mother's phone again and still couldn't get through, he called Li Moliu again, but either no one answered or the line was busy, but at this time, he was called back to the prototype, and he couldn't use spells to communicate, so he was angry and threw the phone aside and turned on the computer angrily.

Looking at the apocalyptic scene of the city around him, a sadness in his heart tore at his heart, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, feeling a little better, he sat down in front of the computer and opened the news page, and the entire page was "Virus Attack".

After clicking on it, I realized that people with symptoms of madness have been found all over the world, from Alaska in North America to Argentina in South America, from the African continent to Eurasia, and now the whole world is in chaos.

The post tells about the process of lesions on the 21st At about 4 p.m., people were found in various places to become irrational and began to attack others, and then the infected population began to increase and began to spread, and the national public emergency plan has not yet been activated, and the virus will become a disaster to destroy and destroy the entire administrative system, due to the suddenness of the virus, you don't know that your family, colleagues, comrades-in-arms, will suddenly go crazy, and if you are bitten or scratched, you will quickly attack others.

The virus is divided into airborne infection and contact infection, and the infected person is highly aggressive. The strength is 1.5 times that of ordinary people, the speed is equivalent to the normal walking speed of human beings, the explosive power is low, the teeth and nails mutate and become sharper, ordinary clothes can no longer resist biting and scratching, the external characteristics are no pupils, vision loss, sense of smell, hearing, such as scratches or bites so far have mutated, the infected person has high activity Ordinary injuries can not do anything to him, destroying the nerve center or breaking the cervical spine can only kill.

Now it was clear that the crowd outside the window was infected, and he didn't know if he had been infected, or if his relatives and friends had accidents, and he didn't know when he would regain his demonic powers, all of which made him a little frightened, and he walked around the room fidgeting.

He lit a cigarette and tried to calm himself down and think about the way out in the future, now he shouldn't have to think about going out for help, the zombie downstairs is waiting for him to deliver it to its mouth, but the underworld has tried many times, and he can't contact it, and now the key is not even clear whether it is the evil demon or the evil ghost, and even the mysterious controller who has been entangled with him - the owner of the blue potion. He had no clue at all, his mind was booming, and he couldn't grasp the key point at all.

After thinking about it for a while, looking at the watch, it was already noon, Mu Qingyang only felt hungry, and it seemed that if he wanted not to be starved to death, he had to find food.

There are a lot of instant noodles and rice and seasonings in the refrigerator and cabinets at home, but there are no vegetables and fruits. After thinking about it, he went to the back window and opened the curtains, carefully exposing half of his head to look outside. Behind the cooperation building is the vegetable garden used by the army's cooking team, where a lot of cabbage, tomatoes and cucumbers are grown.

Look to the left and look around, there are not many zombies here, and downstairs opposite is the army canteen, only five or six cooks dressed up, scattered around the wall.

Mu Qingyang had a plan in his heart, he could kill the zombie near the entrance and exit first, it was too close to the vegetable garden, if he didn't kill it, I was afraid that the next action would be dangerous.

He quickly ran to the top of the stairs, and the zombie was walking upwards, smelled his scent, and immediately pounced on him with teeth and claws. This zombie has a gray face, its eyes are white, its mouth is almost big enough to fit into a fist, and its black teeth have all grown into triangles, like a scraper, which makes people feel cold.

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a strong smell of corpses coming to his face, and he was stunned for a moment, the zombie had already pounced in front of him, he hurriedly retreated back, and suddenly found that the feeling of fighting the corpses in the small city at night before had returned?

Mu Qingyang turned his head to the left, and then his right foot was raised, and he kicked it out in the chest, and with a plop, the zombie immediately rolled out along the root of the wall.

At this time, he didn't have time to think about it at all, Mu Qingyang ran to the vegetable garden and thrust the sword into his back, and with his other hand, he took out his pocket and grabbed all kinds of vegetables and put them directly into the pocket, and the zombies on the opposite side were already walking towards him step by step......

Fast......

Gotta be quicker......

He panted and kept putting the food into his pocket, his hands slammed into the black dirt, it didn't matter what it was, it was just a wild pull with branches and leaves, the juice splashed in his eyes, and he didn't feel it, but he just wanted to pick a few more, this was food...... It must not be wasted.

This is tight, a few zombies around him are not far from him, he doesn't dare to be greedy anymore, he glanced at a few tomatoes that are sparsely pulled, he grabbed his pocket with one hand and threw it back, and ran desperately upstairs with his bag.

After a few steps, he stepped to the entrance of the corridor, and suddenly the iron door in the corridor opened, and a zombie carrying an electrician's tool in the gatehouse jumped up directly to him with a strong corpse smell. The sharp claws reached his throat, and at this time, a chill in his back went up from the tail vertebrae, through the back of his head to the top of his head, Mu Qingyang stiffened and opened his mouth to shout, who knew that his throat was so astringent that he couldn't make a sound at this moment, and he couldn't help but have only two words in his heart: "It's broken!" (To be continued.) )