The faint sound of the wind in my ears was like a girl's whisper, and my hazy vision gradually recovered under the swaying halo, and I saw the sunlight shining through the dense foliage, and the small spots of light shining were particularly dazzling. I lay on a soft dead leaf, feeling an unpleasant stickiness all over my body, and a foul stench, even the air trapped in my nostrils was so disgusting.

Like after a hangover, I sat up with a headache that seemed to burst, but just as I was about to reach out to the ground, I suddenly noticed a dry and rancid piece of meat falling from my hand, not my flesh, but as if I had been pulled out of some creature.

Oh, no......

The panic instantly stimulated my brain, and although I can't remember what happened last night, I still have a vague impression of the moment before I realized it, that I was injected with the drug that was enough to make me lose my humanity, and I did lose my mind. This means......

With a bang, my stomach suddenly spasmed, forcing me to vomit out a mouthful of orange stuff. Before I could catch my breath, my stomach contracted again, and a stream of heat gushed out of my mouth again. I didn't care about the smell in my mouth, I jumped up in a panic, and the weakness of my body had long been forgotten, but I was more concerned about what was still in my stomach, or ...... What did I eat......

My body was still shaking, and I couldn't help but vomit a few more times, and each time I could clearly see the debris mixed in the dirty puddle of blood. I still can't remember what happened last night? Even where am I now? How did I get here...... A barrage of questions harassed my newly awakened brain again and again.

I slapped my head twice in an attempt to calm myself down this way. The trunk of the tree next to me was just enough for me to support my crumbling body. At this point, I seemed to catch a glimpse of something that didn't quite fit in with the plants around me.

I knew what I was seeing, and the thing was looking at me, maybe it was looking at me like that in the beginning. I turned slowly and saw a mutant kneeling beside the hollowed-out corpse, his hands in his hands on bloody intestines, staring at me intently but motionless like a sculpture. Its eyes, which no longer belong to humanity, seemed to exude a look of longing, as if it wanted to offer me the shaky human entrail in its hand.

I stared at the mutant for a few seconds, and suddenly, a sudden wave of anger swelled. I lunged forward, grabbed a brick from the ground and slammed it down. The mutants staggered to their inertia, without a trace of resistance, not even the slightest movement. But I didn't stop, and continued to swing the brick endlessly at the poor mutant. Its head resembles a moldy pumpkin, its skull crumbling one by one, and the bricks then easily shatter its brain.

After about five minutes, I stood breathlessly in front of the almost headless corpse of the mutant, staring angrily at the corpse that no normal person could look at. In my anger, I suddenly felt pity for this mutant for some reason. Maybe it just wants to give me the "food" in its hand, maybe in the world of mutants, it is a rare and precious friendliness, and I trample on its "life" like this.

If I ignore the rotten factors in its body, how is my body different from it now? After all, I may be just abusing my own "kind". In a trance, a feeling of nausea prompted me to retch back to the only gastric juice left in my already empty stomach.

It was time to get out of this damn place, and I took another look at the mutant who had been smashed beyond recognition, and moved my tired steps away from the shade and grass where I was. The first thing to do at the moment is to wash the sloppiness of the whole body, and the dry throat also puts forward the luxury of drinking water to quench the thirst, in short, it is right to find a way to free all attention from the cranky thoughts.

The neighborhood is littered with weeds and low trees, the deep-rooted trees shade the sun, the entrenched vines completely ruin the appearance of the buildings lining the streets, and the intertwined foliage transforms the starry neighborhood into a labyrinth of death. I wandered aimlessly along the potholed roads, my only weapon being a crowbar I picked up in front of an alleyway. Thankfully, I didn't hurt my hands or feet, and I didn't feel hungry; Maybe for a while I won't want to eat.

Although the sun is shining today, I always walk in the shade of trees and the shadow of broken buildings. It's not that I don't like sunbathing, it's mostly because whenever I walk in the sun, I get a strong burning and stinging sensation on my exposed skin.

That's right, I really became a "vampire...... I don't suck blood, but I ...... Forget it, don't think about it! Damn, I'm so thirsty!

After almost a few laps in the same place, I finally figured out where I was. It seems to be already in the central urban area of Nanning, which has crossed the Nanhu Lake, probably in the neighborhood of the hinterland of the city. In front of a veritable "closed" store, there was a street sign that fell to the ground, and thankfully, I knew that the road that the sign pointed to, it belonged to the main road of the city, ran through the whole city, and happened to pass through Wanxiang City; This means that I can follow it out of the Dead City Forest and back to Wanxiang City. Although I didn't know what the point of going back was......

Once I figured out the directions, I decided to walk along the road that I could barely make out. The few shops along the way have been looted, or overgrown with strange plants; I don't want to go in and fumble around somewhere where I can't see the light, even though I'm not very popular with the sun right now.

The road was basically covered with a thick layer of weeds, and there was a thick creaking sound when I stepped on it, and I heard the remnants of the city along the way, the sound of insects and birds, the light sound of the wind blowing through the trees, and the trivial sound of a certain building, and I didn't open my mouth for a long time, of course, because there was no need to talk to myself, but it also happened to allow me to listen to the city more quietly.

I looked at the buildings along the road, hoping to find some useful equipment, but found nothing, except for a crowbar, a dry compressed biscuit, and some of it was moldy. I found it from a mutant in the cab of a dilapidated pickup truck. The guy seems to have been bitten to death and woke up stuck in the cab, and it seems that he had an unlucky car accident at the last minute of his life, so that he was bitten to death by other mutants. For me, mutants are easier to deal with than humans now. So I easily solved it and took the "fortune cookie" from his door slot. It's just that I won't eat it unless I have to, after all, I want to drink water more now.

After walking another fifty or sixty meters, the mud under my feet gradually became muddy, and my trouser legs were covered with wet black mud. The surrounding vegetation is also denser than before, and at the same time, the walls of many buildings are covered with emerald green moss. The air was a little cold because of the humidity, and I would have preferred to go out in the sun, but my damn body wouldn't allow me to do that.

Instinct told me there must be a water source nearby, maybe within ten meters. A building had collapsed on the side of the road where I was, and I could faintly see a trail of water running through the dirt. The vegetation that grows around the remains of the building is denser and more prominent than in other places, and it is hoped that behind the jagged grass there is a pool of clear ponds to quench your thirst.

I trotted towards the wreckage, ignoring the ruins of the perilous building; In fact, if there was water to drink, it would be worth the risk. I brushed aside the layers of grass and trees, and at the moment when my vision suddenly opened up, a clear pond appeared in front of me. The building's original foyer was created by a large depression due to the collapse of the foundation, and the water pipe itself burst to form a small pond of water.

A few meters away from the edge of the pool, I jumped and knelt on the edge of the pool, quickly held hands a few times, gulped several sips, felt that it was not enjoyable, simply planted my head in the water, and washed my head happily. After a hearty drench, I found that the water in the pool was muddy, and I couldn't bear it, so I had to restrain it.

I took off my clothes and wiped the filthy blood off my body; Since there was nothing else to change, I had to put on my original T-shirt and red jacket again. Although there was still some unpleasant smell on my body, the tiredness and dry mouth were washed away, and at least the next day, I could concentrate on walking out of the forest.

Just as I was about to get up and leave the pool, some people shouted excitedly from the other side of the grass behind me. It sounded like they weren't very friendly, and the atmosphere was tense. Like a wolf hiding in the grass, I crept in the direction of the sound, and a dense pile of grass provided me with good shelter, but it was also not conducive to my vision.

Not far from the grass where I was, two groups of people were facing each other, and their basic position was evident from their uniforms. On one side of the group were many soldiers in camouflage uniforms and armed with regular army firearms, and although there were a few of them in civilian clothes, they were also relatively well-armed, but unfortunately they were much smaller than the other wave. The men on the other side were dressed in rags, with strange tattooed totems painted on their bodies, mostly homemade knives in their hands, and only a few of them had guns, and they all looked a little languid, like a pack of hungry jackals.

These creatures dressed like jungle primitives reminded me of the survivors of the Dead City Forest, a bunch of weird people. Maybe I'm right, that's the guy!

I'm still judging the identities of these people based on my own lame analysis. At that end, the confrontation between the two groups seemed to become tense. The strangely dressed group seemed to want to confiscate the weapons of the soldiers they called the Outsiders, and the so-called Outsiders would not agree. One of them, a young man who looked like a leader, shouted excitedly and threatened the other party, claiming that if the other party insisted on disarming, he would fight back, and shouted a bunch of meaningless threats.

If the two sides make a move, it is really difficult to say what the result will be, after all, one side is outnumbered, and the other side is well-armed; But how much of an impact does it have on me? I was about to wait for the end of this confrontation with the attitude of watching a play, when I suddenly found that the young man who had just shouted was a little familiar.

He only wore a pair of camouflage military pants, a denim jacket on his upper body, a black crossbow in his hand, and a long-bladed saber buttoned around his waist - it was Wei Hong! I didn't expect to see him for a while, this guy has had a lot of vicissitudes, no wonder I think the voice of the guy who shouted just now is familiar. And a woman wearing a baseball cap and wearing civilian clothes next to him was also familiar, if I remember correctly, she should be the Qingshan scout who was with Chen Mo at that time, Wu Fei. As for the others, I don't have much of an impression, but I'm almost certain that the gang they belong to are all from Aoyama; A bunch of boring guys, have nothing to do and run to death in the dead city forest?

"I'll say one last thing, you put down your guns and come with us." One of the bald bosses among the forest survivors pointed at Wei Hong and ordered, "It's all good for us." ”

"I don't think you and your gangs have what you can do with us." Wei Hong weighed the crossbow in his hand with a smile, "Everyone can talk about it before they tear their faces, we just happened to stray into your territory, as long as you let us leave safely, everything is easy to say." ”

"Weapons stay, people go." The head of the survivors looked a little impatient. He stood on the rusty metal skeleton left behind from a scorched car, looking condescendingly at Wei Hong and the other Qingshan soldiers. He had a long scar on his bare head, which ran from the center of his eyebrows to the back of his head, and his figure was quite burly and fierce.

Wei Hong naturally would not be timid because the other party was strong: "This is impossible. ”

"Doesn't seem there's much more to say." The head changed his stance and prepared to jump off the skeleton of the car. His men were ready to move, and they could feel their encirclement shrinking little by little. At the same time, Wei Hong and the others also formed a small circle back to back, preparing for a battle.

What am I going to do? I had a broken crowbar on hand. Do you want to rush forward and live and die with your friends? This death seems to be heroic, but it is too worthless.

Suddenly, someone put something on the back of my head and ordered, "Don't move, stand up with your head in your hands." ”

It's over, and now it has to be "sent to death...... I honestly stood up. The man behind me ordered me to turn around again, and I did so, only to see a familiar guy.

The man in front of me with a gun pointed at me was the young man I had let go of when I had walked out of the forest of the dead city; Then again, he was supposed to be one of those forest survivors. "Lord of the Resurrection," said the young man, when he recognized me, his eyes lit up as he muttered the name that had been inexplicably put on me at that time, and before I could explain the situation, he cried out to his companion, "Ah! I've found the Lord of Resurrection! He's right here! ”

After hearing the words "Lord of Resurrection", the group of guys who were originally going to clean up Wei Hong and the others all turned their eyes to me. In desperation, I had no choice but to walk out of the grass in the company of this strange "admirer". Unlike the forest survivors, Wei Hong and Wu Fei didn't recognize me at first, and didn't realize my identity until I got closer.

"Du ......"

"That's right, it's me." I hurriedly confessed my identity, but in fact I just didn't want Wei Hong to say my name in that tone.

"How did you get to this?" Wei Hong's eyes widened in disbelief, he wanted to step forward and take a closer look at me, but the forest survivors in front of him didn't want him to do so.

"It's a long story......"

"What about Chen Mo? Why are you alone? "Wu Fei is more concerned about Chen Mo's safety, after all, I don't have much intersection with her.

"I don't know, we're separated."

Wu Fei wanted to ask what was going on, but the leader of the forest survivors suddenly jumped up among us and angrily interrupted our conversation; Seeing this, several of his men immediately formed a human wall, blocking the view between us. The head yelled at Wei Hongyi and the others a few insulting words, but when he turned to look at me, he didn't feel his anger at all, but instead looked at me with the same adoring gaze as the young man.

His fierce expression was instantly replaced by an awkward smile, which made me feel uncomfortable. I saw him put away the iron-gray machete in his hand, raised his hands, and trembled with excitement like a devout believer looking at a holy relic. "I didn't expect you to show up! Sure enough, the prophecy came true! ”

"Prophecy? What prophecy? "I think it's only a word in filmmaking or some kind of design theology book, and when someone talks about it to me, it really feels a little outrageous, and I'm not going to be the hero of some prophecy.

"Prophet's prophecy, one day, you will appear to save our ......" The sturdy leader of the forest survivors in front of me looked at me with reverence like a child, and kept talking about his so-called prophetic prophecy. Although I don't believe in this set, I can probably hear from him the reason why this group of people are so fanatical about me.

With the spread of the Dead City Forest, the survivors in the original urban area gradually established a safe zone in the forest after several unsuccessful attempts to get out of the forest. Some time later, a man claiming to be a prophet appeared, who was able to survive being bitten on the hand by a mutant, and not only that, but also gained the ability to predict the future.

Under the guidance of this so-called prophet, the survivors of the forest formed a group of primitive religions. After drinking the water that has been "civilized" by the Prophet, they can make the mutants hesitate to attack when confronted by the mutants. In addition to this, the prophet seems to possess such and such abilities. Of course, it seems to me that this is nothing more than a few clever guys using a few little tricks to fool these poor people who have been scared stupid by the virus zombie crisis. But before I see this prophet, I had better pretend to believe in these nonsense.

The pretending to be gods and demons call themselves natural converts; And those of us who are outside the forests of the dead city are called outsiders. Converts will either persuade us to believe in the prophet as they do, or they will be put to death; They call it purification.

The reason why I am called "Lord of Resurrection" by them is because the Prophet told them that in the future there will be a perfect union between man and the forest. They call the mutants in our mouth outcasts; People who do not have firm beliefs will become abandoned ghosts if they cannot be assimilated by nature after death, and only if their beliefs are strong enough, they will be hurt by abandoned ghosts like prophets and remain fine, and they have been recognized by the forest nature, and can override abandoned ghosts and deter abandoned ghosts. I don't know if it's a coincidence or if this prophet really has some kind of special ability, but I do resemble what they call the "resurrected master".

It is no wonder that these people have come up with these ghosts, after the collapse of the social system, they have been abandoned by the laws of nature and have no way out, they can only survive under this distorted spiritual sustenance. It seems all the more necessary for me to meet this prophet with great powers.

"I can come with you." My words simply and plainly silenced the converts, "But you must let this group go." As I spoke, I pointed at Wei Hong and his party with my chin.

Wei Hong and the others are naturally grateful to me for their "righteousness and awe-inspiring", even if they don't want me to go with this group of weirdos alone, but from the way they look at me with apologetic eyes, it can be seen that they can't help me when they can't protect themselves.

The converts were still a little reluctant at first, most likely because they wanted to get Wei Hong's weapons, but the guy in the lead agreed to my request after careful consideration, he waved his arms like a degraded barbarian, and reluctantly let out a muffled snort, and the converts around Wei Hong and them all honestly retreated and dispersed. At the same time, other converts were moving closer to me, but they were not threatening me, they were protecting me. It's just that I haven't come back to my senses yet, and they are like they want to carry me, and they hug me and leave quickly.

"Go find Chen Mo and Huang Weizheng!" I saw Wei Hongzheng watching me go away, "They were taken away by the Jiangshang people, and we were separated at that time, although I don't know if they escaped or not, but you better go and take a look!" "The converts obviously didn't want me to talk to outsiders in their eyes, so they deliberately quickened the pace of movement, so I had to shout a few words to let Wei Hong know what was going on on Huang Weizheng's side.

The converts who surrounded me were so tightly encircled that I could not see Wei Hong and them, and although I told Wei Hong about Huang Weizheng and their condition at the top of my voice, Wei Hong did not answer me for a long time; Maybe it's because I've already walked away......

"Got it!" Just when I was about to give up waiting for Wei Hong's response, his voice sounded again in the distance behind me, "Be careful yourself!" ”

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a sense of relief in my heart, perhaps because I had entrusted the trust to a trusted friend. I wanted to say goodbye to Wei Hong again, but the disgusted expressions of the converts around me told me not to; It seemed that they would probably break their promise and take me and Wei Hong and the others away, but in the end, they only took me away.

Really, what am I glad about, who knows what kind of devil that prophet is. Since the beginning of the crisis, I have not seen an adult who really has no dark side. Not to mention them, even our group of children, who used to be close friends, can turn against each other...... Well, maybe I shouldn't be so pessimistic, after all, a madman like Qin Rong has seen it, so what else is there to be afraid of?