Napani, one o'clock at noon.

Between the vast plains, all that can be seen are intertwined farms. It's a small town away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and at its most glorious days, there was a country girl singing in Canada with a guitar on her back and her dreams. The weeds on the farm had grown wildly, and a group of figures had come out of those maple leaf forests.

All kinds of zombies are wandering, green saliva is flowing from the corners of their mouths, a pair of red eyes reveal a terrifying cold light, a one-armed police zombie wearing a Toronto police uniform, walking with a limp suddenly stopped, there is a special cordon set up by the farmer in front of him to prevent thieves, the one-armed police zombie hesitated for a moment, raised his leg and stepped over.

Knock knock.

The group of zombies behind him was easily hooked by the wire cordon, and they got up again very simply, they had just come from the farm and experienced a feast, and their clothes were still covered with undried blood.

Creepers, who crawl on all fours on the ground with arms as muscular as Solomon's pillars, have given up walking in favor of faster and more powerful directions. On the creeper's back, a boy in a plaid shirt sat idly, shaking his feet and looking around, and he liked the feeling as if he had been sitting on a man's shoulder not so long ago.

Huge groups of corpses are slowly migrating, most of them are wanderers who have been added along the way, and there are also lone zombies in this town who don't know where to go.

The one-armed police zombie still held a shotgun in his hand that he didn't know where to pick it up, and subconsciously pulled the bolt and walked in the front.

In the seat of a brand new fiery red Lamborghini aventador LP700-4 on the edge of the farm, Noni is sitting there, she is wearing a pair of red-rimmed sunglasses, and under the sunglasses she is wearing a fiery red bodysuit that suddenly turns figure, I don't know when she also likes bright red.

The woman in the seat on the side of the car was holding a book in her hand and quietly flipped through it, still wearing the yellow robe that seemed to be forever new, the velvet jacket outlined the perfect figure, and the only abruptness was the rose color of the chest that I don't know what dye was used to render it.

There was still a cup of coffee floating in the palm of her other hand, which seemed to be cold, but if she looked closely, she could find that the coffee and the woman's palm were not in contact, and a small cyclone was spinning in the coffee cup.

Although she knew that this woman was the leader of the group of walking dead behind her, it was still intoxicating to exclaim the perfect quiet reading side face, and after a while, the woman raised her head slightly and glanced at Noni: "What's the problem?" ”

"No, I just think it's amazing...... Master the air. Noni blinked.

"Hmm." The woman nodded, then lowered her eyes again, and the book in her hand gently turned a page, and said lightly: "Every new life is the return of death. ”

Noni understood what she meant, and then asked a question that she had been hiding in her heart for a long time: "So, can you transfer all the abilities of those zombies to yourself?" ”

Shaking her head, the woman's gaze still did not leave the book in her hand: "Only when they die, can I get their power." But in your human terms, if I had a choice, I'd rather he be alive......"

In the woman's mouth, he was the zombie in the tuxedo, in the entire zombie army, there were only two zombies who could communicate with the queen, the child in the plaid shirt and the tuxedo zombie, until the death of the tuxedo zombie, Noni saw a lonely expression on the woman's face for the first time.

Noni showed a reassuring smile and quickly changed the subject: "Why are we going to Montreal?" ”

The woman's gaze looked out the window in the distance, the autumn sun was not hot, and there were almost no clouds in the sky. Her gaze seemed to travel through space, to see far away.

"Because I heard a voice calling to me. There's a new king there, and he's challenging me......"

"King?" It was the first time Noni had heard this from a woman's mouth.

"Yes." The woman took a sip of her coffee, then smiled and confessed, "A child who has just climbed to the throne, I want to go and see him." ”

This kind of understatement is as if a mischievous child has just moved in to the house next door, and the woman wants to educate him.

"If he's disobedient." The woman blinked, "Then I'll eat him, his abilities seem to be interesting." ”

“……”

A gunshot suddenly rang out in the wheat field, and the zombies' scarlet eyes glowed a little, and many of them had already followed their instincts and ran wildly towards the place where the gunshots rang out.

The autumn wind begged, the back of a one-armed zombie in the middle of the wheat field was a little lonely, the gun in his hand had been broken into two, and on the zombie's mutilated arm, the metal began to spread as if embedded in the **, and the painful wails of the one-armed zombie echoed throughout the plain.

"That zombie ......"

"He's just like us."

The book in the hand of the robed woman on the box finally had a new color in her eyes. Ten fingers slightly crossed on the chest.

"It is said that if you say your wish to God, it will come true?"

Noni glanced at the woman with a strange face, not knowing whether to deny or affirm, could it be that zombies also have faith? The book that the robed woman had just read with relish was a Bible.

"God created people, and what created us?"

There was a slight mockery in his tone, the door of the Lamborghini had opened automatically, and the figure of the woman soon appeared next to the one-armed zombie

Who created them?

Noni's eyes involuntarily turned to the outside of the car, and with the woman in the robe, the slender arm slowly stretched out and put on the mutilated arm of the one-armed zombie, the shotgun held by the one-armed zombie slowly melted like a candle, and a silver stream could be vaguely seen passing through the surface of his body, slowly forming at his severed arm, turning into a new metal arm, which was almost like the protagonist in Noni's favorite movie "The Terminator".

The zombie, who was still wearing a Toronto police uniform, raised his arm, his fingers slightly bulging into fists. The scarlet eyes twitched slightly, and I couldn't see what kind of love was hidden inside.

The creeper slowly approached, and the little zombie boy named Mo slid down the creeper's arm and stood beside the robed woman,

With a curious gaze, he looked at his suddenly mutated kind.

The zombie with the metal arm looked first at his own arm and then at the two people in front of him, his rotten lips squirming with difficulty, making a sound in a familiar way.

"I ...... It's called Sam. ”

PS: It's late to update, it's wind and rain here in Zhejiang, and the people who repair the broadband say that it was damaged by the typhoon. It is estimated that I will have to take a few days off, so I went to rub the net again, and I was directly left by my enthusiastic neighbor to eat tonight. Eating other people's means, I was embarrassed to get up too early, and I was fished for a long time.

Let's work hard tomorrow, I just look forward to the broadband repaired soon, and the weekend will come soon. Whining...... Weak and weak ask for recommendations.