Chapter 20 Highlights the Encirclement

(Wake up early and update in the afternoon or evening.) Anyway, it's only two chapters a day. No more, no less, take your time. ）

Don't look at the fat man who usually seems to be giggling with me, but now it's not ambiguous. I haven't finished the dead man who was dragged out, and the fat man has already broken the necks of three people with three crisp noises in a row.

"We can't fight, we have to rush out." The fat man rushed over and punched the dead man who was about to sneak up on me and I said back to back.

"Rush to one place, hit it and knock it out." I say. As I spoke, I noticed that the fog around me was getting thicker and thicker, and the visibility had dropped significantly. If we drag on like this, even if we don't get killed by these dead people, then we will not die here.

"Let's go!" The fat man spat out a word in his throat, and then didn't give me a chance to react, and rushed directly in the direction he pointed just now. When I saw it, I hurriedly rushed over.

The fat man's body size of more than 200 pounds, if he really raised the speed, it would definitely not be much better if he was hit.

I followed the fat man, and I saw the fat man's right shoulder leaning forward, and he used the shoulder as a collision angle and hit it directly. This blow directly knocked out the two or three dead people in front of him. Seeing the other party being knocked away, I was overjoyed, and I said that this trick was really feasible. I saw that the fat man had no intention of stopping, and let out a low roar from his mouth and continued to rush forward. Soon rushed straight out of a passage.

By the time we had broken out of these private enclosures, the fat man stopped. Ignoring the fog around us, I gasped for a few breaths and looked up at the group of dead people slowly rushing towards us from a distance, and then plunged into the woods next to us.

The high ground that the fat man was talking about was actually quite high. When the fat man and I finally climbed to the top, my throat finally couldn't bear it anymore and I coughed up blood.

The fat man stood on the edge of the cliff, cross-legging his waist and looking at the thick fog that had spread below. The fat man couldn't speak at this time.

I walked over and looked down and saw that the entire valley below was covered in the black mist. And it's so dense that even a searchlight on my head can't penetrate it.

I glanced at the fat man and saw that he was pulling out a kettle and drinking water, trying to wash his throat with water. It's actually a good way to do it. It's just that the fat man seems to be seriously injured, and I see that his brows are furrowed when he drinks water.

I also cleaned it as the fat man did, and then looked at the woods behind me. The heart said that there must not be those dead people chasing after me now, right? And judging by the kind of movement speed they just chased me and the fat man, it was impossible to catch up here in a short period of time. Thinking about it, I breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person relaxed, and simply sat on the ground.

It's weird to talk about the dead. This is not a science fiction movie, how can a dead person get up and hang around? And why are there so many dead people in this canyon?

I was still thinking about it, when I saw the fat man come up to me and sit down with me back to back. In this way, he and I will be able to monitor the movement around us at 360 degrees.

The fat man obviously couldn't figure out why these dead people were resurrected, but he couldn't speak and couldn't express it now.

He leaned his head back and motioned for me to pay attention to him.

"What for?" I asked.

The fat man handed me his phone and typed a few words on it: "There is something wrong with this canyon." ”

"Nonsense, do you still need to say this?" I handed my phone back and rolled my eyes.

After a while, the fat man handed over the phone again: "That's not what Lao Tzu said. ”

"What's that?" I asked.

"If this canyon is constantly covered with this strange black fog, there is no way that there are still animals living on the plane. But I just saw that there was a bird in this tree that had fallen from poisoning. It's not scientific. ”

I seemed to understand what the fat man said: "You mean, this fog was accidental?" ”

"It won't be regular anyway. And the fogging time should have been quite long. The fat man said on his phone. Then he took the phone back, typed a few lines and handed it over: "Animals are born with early warning." But the poisoned birds did not fly away in advance. Why, you say? ”

"You mean, it's an emergency?" I asked.

The fat man behind him nodded: "If you knew that danger was coming soon, would you have escaped beforehand?" ”

"And what's going on with all this fog?" I asked, "Also, among the dead people I saw just now, there are a few of the dead people we met on the outskirts of the canyon during the day." What the hell is going on? It can't really be a zombie, right? ”

The fat man quickly handed over the phone, and there were only a few words on it: "Resident Evil has seen too much."

I'm too lazy to talk to the fat man. And my throat is starting to ache now, and I can't say much. The fat man didn't reply to my words after he picked up the phone, but just leaned back.

I patted him, then got up and switched places with him, facing the same woods I had just come by. Then he motioned to the fat man that he could sleep now.

The fat man nodded, and just as he was about to get up and change places with me, I noticed that something was wrong with the fat man.

Less than three inches down the back of the fat man's head, there seemed to be something lying on his stomach. And the fat man didn't even notice the strangeness on the back of his neck.

I looked down and shone with a searchlight, and almost instantly my cold sweat came out.

It's a bug! However, it is not one of those ordinary bugs, but a bug with feet like a centipede. If the insect is a centipede, it doesn't matter, but the color on its body is not the same as that of a centipede. The centipedes I've ever seen are nothing more than red or black, and this insect is almost as colorful as a seven-colored flower.

I gasped, and no matter how much my throat hurt, I stopped the fat man who was just about to get up and told him not to move.

Fat people are also clever. After discovering that my searchlight was on his back, he realized that I had found a problem, so he forcibly stopped getting up and sat back down.

"Don't move." I said, "There's a bug on the back of your neck." "After saying that, I was afraid that the fat man's spirit of not being afraid of heaven and earth was now starting to attack, so I told him about the strangeness of this worm. By the time I finished, I noticed that the sweat was running down the fat man's cheeks. I thought the fat man knew this bug, so I asked him, "Do you know this bug?" ”

The fat man stiffened his neck and shook his head.

"Then don't move yet. I'll see if I can take it off. I said. As I spoke, I drew my dagger and approached the worm little by little.

The insect seemed to realize its danger, and the nail on its back suddenly opened, and the size of the whole insect instantly changed from the thickness of two fingers to the width of four fingers. And just as it opened the armor, I saw that there was a human face-like pattern under the armor.