It was dark, and the cold wind whistled up the snow flakes on the ground, whistling into all the dark corners.

Although the snow is gone, the cold wind is still there, as if to inform the life under this sky that winter is still there.

The cold invaded every living place, and everywhere it seemed to be heard a chilling sigh.

The crowd on the north side of the square gradually dispersed, ready to go back to their territory. Yu Ze shook his hand, and the people of the southern legion dispersed disciplinedly, and after more than ten seconds, the south was already empty, and all the people left, and there were still some people in the north, pushing and slowly walking into the distance.

From the center of Nancheng, several people from the Seven Regiments rushed over, surrounding several regiment leaders gathered around the corpses, chattering and discussing.

The other few people who may be from the Ghost Killing Group hurriedly rushed to Ji Hai's side when they saw their regiment leader lying in the ruin-like square, but they hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to reach out to help, with these few people around, Ji Hai's heart was a little more settled, and the Wucheng was not calm at all, at least those who didn't go far in the north of the square. They are all evolutionaries, and if the speed of walking is so slow, who will they pretend to see?

After the seven groups of people came, the north was completely quiet, and a few swaying bodies finally disappeared into the distance, but I don't know how many pairs of ill-intentioned eyes were hidden in that darkness.

"Drag it back!"

Meng Xin sighed. He doesn't believe that the corpse is alive, and since he is dead, let his corpse go! It's just that I don't know if this person spared the corpses of his two snipers, maybe, those two corpses have been eaten by xenos, and the person is dead, if the ending of the corpse still matters? I'm afraid no one cares about that.

The regiment commanders will not do this kind of thing against corpses, since someone is here, let's leave this matter to them!

Several people walked past the corpse in turn, and when they came into contact with the cold aura coming from the corpse, Yu Ze's heart was very confused, and a tenth-level evolutionary was killed by them like this. Before the killing, he didn't even know the origin of this monk, they were human, shrouded in the shadow of a different species. They should help each other and deal with alien humans together, but they often aim their butcher knives at their own kind, and they don't know how long they have been doing this, and even he has formed a habit.

The powerful aura has moved away. Wu Zhen didn't expect it to be so simple, he was already halfway there.

Several evolutionaries carried Wu Zhen on his shoulders and followed behind the crowd.

Soon, only a few people from the Ghost Slayer were left in the square.

"Why don't you carry me back soon?"

Looking at the dim sky, Ji Hai's mood was even worse, what Meng Xin said just now made him very unhappy, he was so close, and he didn't hide it at all, didn't he just want him to hear it? He couldn't do anything when he heard it, and now he was covered in wounds. He couldn't even stand up, what if he angered Meng Xin and he came over and killed himself? If he died, Du Fei would not punish Meng Xin for a worthless corpse, Ji Hai has lived in Wucheng for so long and knows the rules here very well, this is not a rule made by the Seven Regiments to restrain the battalion and the class and the lone wanderer, but the rules that they must obey if they want to live, live for a long time, live. There have to be rules, Ji Hai is convinced of this.

Ji Hai vented his anger on several people around him.

Several people looked at him fearfully, but there was nothing they could do, and everyone knew that the regiment commander was poisonous. How dare they touch?

"Use the rotten chair over there."

Ji Hai stretched out his hand and pointed to the broken bench in the west, and then closed his tired eyes.

The movement of several people was fast, the crowd did not go far, and they had already put together the benches into an improvised stretcher.

The stretcher was placed next to Ji Hai, and he opened his eyes and held the ground with one hand. With a hard push, the body rolled up.

"Let's go! Hurry up! ”

There is always no safety for the ghost killing group outside, and Ji Hai didn't forget to let a few people hurry up.

The stretcher was very awkward, rickety, and uncomfortable, but Ji Hai was already very tired, and he fell asleep unconsciously while lying on it.

Snort!

A layer of paint on the stretcher came into contact with Ji Hai's blood, and the surface quickly melted, revealing small black holes, and under the invasion of blood, the hardness of these boards was rapidly decreasing.

The few people who carried Wu Zhen felt that the corpse was getting heavier and heavier, but they didn't feel it when they looked at the others, they just thought that their strength was too weak, how could they be compared to other people at this time, so although they were very tired, everyone pretended to be relaxed, and this other few people brought pressure, so their expressions became more and more relaxed, although the corpse was about to crush their bones.

Inside the imprint, the small space in which the zombie's brain contains the soul is almost dry, Wu Zhen's soul has already drained the energy in the zombie's body, these energies are enough for the human body to recover two percent, although it is not much, but now it is not as dangerous as just now, and he has the confidence to escape from here without knowing it.

After having energy, the soul immediately introduces energy into the human body, and as soon as the injured body comes into contact with the energy, it devours like crazy, and the body continues to recover, approaching the two.

The soul returned to the human body, but the breath was suppressed to the limit, unless those few ninth-level evolutionaries were in close contact, they would not be able to detect anything, the situation that the body was getting heavier and heavier was deliberately made by Wu Zhen, the body with a soul would have been heavier than the dead corpse, but it was only a little heavier, but he had a tenth-level soul, which could magnify the feeling of the body becoming heavier many times, and it was reflected in the heads of these people.

The speed of several people slowed down imperceptibly and landed at the back of the crowd.

When passing a dark corner, Wu Zhen's hanging hand lifted a little and touched the wall.

Rumble!

A wall suddenly fell, and the tired people were startled, and the corpses came out of their hands and struggled to hide to the side.

Wu Zhen stood nimbly, reached out and grabbed the last person in the crowd, knocked him unconscious, and threw him against the wall.

Boom!

The wall fell, but it didn't hit anyone, these few were evolutionaries, and the reaction was still very fast.

Several people rushed back and rummaged through the bricks.

"Here."

Touching alone. to one foot, shouted.

In the dark, several people carried the "corpse" again, and I don't know what was going on, it was many times lighter than before.

Someone in front of him walked back and asked them what was wrong, and after getting the answer that it was okay, he immediately chased to the front of the crowd and reported to the commanders.

Wu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the people who reported the news going back, hoping that these people could buy him a little more time to escape.

After the sound of the crowd faded away, Wu Zhen climbed onto the roof, left a not-so-hidden trace on the roof, and accelerated to run north, without the interference of those winding roads underground, his direction was unprecedentedly clear.

(To be continued.) )