Tick, tick......

The blood from the wound fell to the ground along the trouser legs, and some of the zombies who ran under the telephone pole first stopped oozing screams, lay on the ground and licked their food, and two zombies fought for a pool of blood.

Looking at the more and more zombies below, the two of them hanging in the air were even more frightened, sometimes crying and begging for mercy, sometimes scolding madly, and their minds almost collapsed.

For all this, Zhou Xiaoyu turned a deaf ear, just stared at the watch on his wrist, silently counting the seconds.

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Go!

"The vast end of the world is our love, the flowers are blooming at the foot of the green hills, what kind of rhythm is the most swaying, what kind of song is the most cheerful ......"

The set ringtone rang as time, and more than a dozen copycat mobile phones on the two of them played the most dazzling national style of the XX legend at the same time, and the dynamic rhythm spread violently throughout this dead world with the super loudspeaker.

"Roar—"

Stimulated by this sound, the whole group of corpses began to boil like a boiling pot, and the roars of the zombies rang out in unison, moving towards the light pole with rubbing shoulders, and the rustle of footsteps resounded all around.

Zhou Xiaoyu cautiously poked his head out, and at a glance it was full of staggering footsteps like a forest, like a spear-waving arm, which made people's hearts shake, and their bodies and minds were chilling, and the two people on the light pole simply rolled their eyes and passed out directly.

The music bell was repeated over and over again, and the blood of the two people continued to flow down, and the zombies were like a tide, swarming, the corpses stinking to the sky, and the roar was like thunder.

Where the corpses were originally located, less than a third of the zombies remained, and most of them were also moving towards the sound of music, the corpse forest had become sparse, and Zhou Xiaoyu knew that the opportunity had come, and he had to break out now.

One turned over and jumped off the tourist bus, constantly jumping on the cars, bypassing the dense crowd of corpses, looking for a gap, and rushing forward.

Although stepping on the roof of the car will inevitably make a sound, but it is faster and less obstructive, most of them are still attracted by the singing and blood over there, and only a few turn to Zhou Xiaoyu's side, but these alone still can't form an effective threat to him.

Kill, kill desperately, the sword can't stop blooming, the blood can't stop flying, although there is a weight on the body, and the action is weakly affected, but the besieging zombies are much less than last time, compared to the last time to go straight to the corpse group, this time the pressure is much less.

The method worked, his mood was very happy, in the process of fighting and sprinting, there was even leisure to hum music, the rapidly changing steps, the fast dancing knife, the dynamic music, such as the zombies of the forest, Zhou Xiaoyu seemed to be dancing on the tip of the knife of death.

After a short period of coma, the hanging two woke up one after another, and found that they were still in the original situation, and continued to cry heartbreakingly, hoping that Zhou Xiaoyu would find out with his conscience and save the two of them, but all he could see was Zhou Xiaoyu's back and the surrounding knife light.

The two felt the gradual chills in their bodies and the massive loss of physical strength, knowing that death was near, they tried every means to break free from the rope, but they were hung in the air and had nowhere to borrow their strength, so they could only let out a desperate and miserable howl in vain.

The cries of zombies, the roars of zombies, the noisy footsteps, the snorting of broken skulls spurting blood, and the sound of dynamic music are intertwined into a song of death, a song of hell.

Swing the knife, swing the knife again, two rushes to kill, the blade has been slightly curled, feeling the sluggishness of splitting into the **, Zhou Xiaoyu has some regrets in his heart, it seems that the material of this knife is also average, I still have to pay attention to it in the future, and try to avoid the hard skull.

But now is not the time to cherish the knife, the knife momentum is not decreasing but increasing, the knife light is shrouded around the body, blood rain is flying, constantly harvesting the lives of zombies, fighting for nearly ten minutes, and finally killing a bloody road again.

This time it was much easier, although the arm wielding the knife had begun to be numb, but it was far from his limit, jumping on the roof of a car, Zhou Xiaoyu looked back, and faintly saw that the two people on the two light poles were still dying, sighing, the ** of human survival is too strong.

He sneered in his heart, turned around and left without looking back, and the dynamic music behind him continued to sound, gradually disappearing into his ears as he gradually faded away.

It was already dark, although his physical strength was not at the limit, but it was also a large loss, and there was a strong feeling of hunger in his abdomen, Zhou Xiaoyu slowed down, wanting to find a place to rest.

Sneaking into a building and entering a room, Zhou Xiaoyu looked for a set of clean clothes to change into, but he didn't find suitable food, so he could only grab a handful of rice in the rice bowl in the kitchen, stuff it in his mouth and chew it hard, mixed with saliva and swallowed it in his abdomen.

Although the stomach was a little full, but the throat was even more thirsty, Zhou Xiaoyu shook his head, this is really a crime, if you want to rest in the future, you must find a place with a water source.

Standing on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, Zhou Xiaoyu kept thinking about how to walk in the future, and the sparks of cigarettes flickered in the dark night.

Pushing open the window, a fresh breeze blew on his cheeks, and the somewhat dull air in the room immediately became fresher.

Occasionally, there was a zombie roar in the distance, like a dying voice, alone in this dead world, Zhou Xiaoyu was left with only loneliness in addition to feeling desolate.

I don't know what happened to my family, if anyone survived, he muttered, "Wait for me!" If you become zombies, I will personally send you into reincarnation, and if you are still alive, then I must let you enjoy the glory and wealth with me. ”

There is also the mysterious little stone, I don't know if it exists safely, this is the source of my own evolution, and I must not afford to lose, but the corpse road is heavy, and it is extremely difficult to go back, and I must enter the high-level at the Yangcheng base, and with the help of these forces, I can take a helicopter to be qualified to return to my hometown in the countryside to get it back.

The source of their own evolution is this small stone, so what do they rely on? How many people like him are there in Huaxia? What does zombie evolution rely on? Whether it can evolve again or not, Zhou Xiaoyu was deeply puzzled.

He has seen so many people, except for Lei Hu who is an evolutionary, everyone else is an ordinary human being, and Lei Hu is a person in the government, Zhou Xiaoyu believes that there is absolutely a secret hidden in the government, a secret that only a few people know.

Clenched his fist fiercely, and secretly thought, "Sooner or later, I will figure out these problems one day!" ”