People are born with limitations.

For example, the muscles can only exert 30% of their strength, for example, the ears cannot hear sounds beyond or below the limit, for example, the nose cannot distinguish every breath in the air, and the skin is not so sensitive that even the friction of clothes will feel pain.

Bai Shuo seemed to hear something popping up, rattle, rattle, like a broken string.

The warm air was so hot that it was unbearable, and he wanted to breathe in pain, but he couldn't suppress the growing laughter.

Like a patient immersed in pain, bent over, Bai Shuo grabbed the bloodstained clothes on his chest, and breathed heavily.

He felt the slow wind flowing through the hallway, and heard dozens of different footsteps dragging the heavy burden forward, chewing, hissing, and their hungry gasps.

The tip of the nose smelled different corpse odors, the smell of different [***] degrees, the smell of blood, the smell of gunsmoke......

The muscles were swelling and throbbing, swaying and trembling like a heart beating under the cover of the clothes.

The sharp perception brought him the pain magnified dozens of times, and the freed muscles gave him the illusion that his body was about to be torn apart, but he had never been so excited.

He felt it, the simple silhouette that moved slowly in the air, even though it wasn't even a prototype, but he felt it.

After decades of blindness, it was the first time that the world was perceived with such clarity, although it seemed clumsy.

The smell of the smell, the sound of the hearing, the perception of the skin, and finally the vague intuition and experience are combined.

He noticed the [***] zombies slowly moving across the corridors.

He pressed his aching eyebrows, and then suddenly flipped Chen Jingmo's body, the two of them hugged each other face to face, Chen Jingmo could feel his body temperature as if it was boiling, saw his blue face, and wanted to say something, but he was stunned in his crazy smile.

"Let's dance, Miss." Bai Shuo whispered in Chen Jingmo's ear, and slowly grabbed her hand holding the gun, the two of them held the pistol in the palm of their palms, the black pistol was held tightly by both hands, and the other palm also picked up an assault rifle that had lost its owner from the ground.

"Let's ...... together"

"Live!"

Bai Shuo's heart was beating like a drum, almost beating out of his chest, and Chen Jingmo could even clearly hear the beat that was close at hand.

She heard a faint tone in Bai Shuo's throat, mixed with the beating beat, and then the bodies of the two people danced suddenly.

Almost instantly, she was irrepressibly thrown into the crazy beat.

When the first zombie appeared at the edge of the hallway, the zombie with its mouth chewing flesh bent over, emerged from around the corner, and then opened its mouth that almost produced mold, letting out a howl full of hunger and blood.

At the moment when it opened its mouth, the black chamber of the gun turned in the beat of the heart, and the two rotating arms suddenly stopped, as if they turned around tacitly after a beat, the trigger was pulled, and under Bai Shuo's vague perception and Chen Jingmo's correction, the silver bullet drilled into the zombie's throat and lifted its skull.

The brewing prologue began, when the first zombie fell to the ground, dozens of black-gray [***] bodies appeared at both ends of the corridor, under the fierce rhythm and the blurred tone of Bai Shuo, the waltz was slowly moving towards **.

The crazy fog began, and the shadows of the two people spun rapidly, stepping on the beat of Bai Shuo's heartbeat.

The arm pulled the trigger as if it were a flick between swings, and silver bullets swirled out of the muzzle.

A series of loud noises came from between his fingers, and Bai Shuo felt the sudden increase in the smell of blood in the air as he swirled, and the sound of heavy objects falling.

The hungry zombies continued to move forward, and the zombies that could continue to move without hitting their heads were slowly approaching, and even some of them were still chewing on broken flesh in their mouths, and their bodies were covered in scarlet colors.

They are sad things that devour the vitality of others to fill their hunger and thirst, abominations, no matter how miserable the past was, since they have fallen to this point, no matter what is right or wrong, in Bai Shuo's view, tearing up all these things that hinder his own progress is the only right.

Whatever it is, let's die!

The furious sound finally stopped for a while, and the scorching shells fell to the ground, making a continuous crisp sound, and the magazine came out of the tail of the gun, and in the process of turning, the magazine pinned to the girl's waist was loaded, and the crisp sound of steel grinding came out.

After a short pause, ** set off again.

In Bai Shuo's indifferent expression, like a miracle, the zombies spewed rancid slurry one after another, struggling to fall, losing the last of their ugly vitality.

Until the end, the dance music gradually approached the end, and the only remaining zombies slowly approached, and finally approached Bai Shuo and Chen Jingmo's bodies.

Bai Shuo's palm detached from Chen Jingmo's hand, pulled out the short knife pinned to his waist, and pulled Chen Jingmo to his side with his left hand, without the slightest hesitation, listening to the wind around him, and the rancid smell getting closer and closer, the blade was raised high, and after drawing a flash of light in the air, it sank into the zombie's forehead.

Twisting the blade with all his might, the hard skull was stirred out of a large hole, and the last zombie fell to the ground.

Chen Jingmo grabbed Bai Shuo's hand and gasped nervously, he must have gone crazy just now, how could it be......

She finally sensed that something was wrong, the hand she was holding was trembling, like a broken vibrator, beyond the limit of the battle, Bai Shuo's muscles were squeezed out of every bit of strength, until finally, trembling weakly, like a candle about to be extinguished.

At the moment when Bai Shuo was about to fall to the ground, Chen Jingmo did not let go, but held his arm to help him up, feeling the irregular spasm of his palm muscles, Chen Jingmo saw the blue color on his face.

The frantically running muscles and brains almost squeezed the power of the entire body, and Bai Shuo almost thought that he would suffocate in that madness.

He leaned against the wall and felt the tingling in his lungs, and suddenly gasped and laughed, coughing and laughing.

"Ahem...... Ha ha...... Look, it's scary for a blind man to go crazy, isn't it......"

He raised his head, his empty eyes faced Chen Jingmo, I don't know why Chen Jingmo felt a little like crying, she wiped the corners of her moist eyes, and nodded hard: "Well, it's amazing." ”

Bai Shuo gasped, greedily sucking the bloody air, and coughed from time to time, but the smile on his face did not fade.

He found that he was starting to enjoy the crazy rhythm and the movement between life and death.

Even the air that contains blood is so lovely and so intoxicating......

"Fantastic......

"yes, that's great, haha......" There was a playful voice at the end of the hallway, and the hippie black man in the hat played with the head in his hand, stepped out of the corner, and said with a strange smile: "See you again, I remember your voice, it's good to meet you." ”

He twisted his neck, made a loud knuckle grinding sound, and said, "I thought you would hide in the closet and shiver......"

Bai Shuo's heart sank suddenly, exhausted himself, Chen Jingmo, who had reached the limit, tied his hands and waited for death?

His trembling palm slowly pulled the knife out of the zombie's head, and according to the direction of his hearing, the blade was aimed at the smiling black man, even at the last moment, he would not give up!

Bai Shuo sneered: "Until now, you are still spraying feces." ”

"Ha, the cripple's wail before death is so pleasant." One of the vampire brothers, a hippie black man: Yang raised his gun with a grin: "I will give you a good death that you will never forget even if you go to hell." ”

"Lie down......" Bai Shuo suddenly heard a voice from the headset.

Footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged man carrying a huge murder weapon suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, carrying an anti-tank weapon called an RPG, and the middle-aged man sneered and pulled the trigger.

When the rocket-propelled grenade made a long white mark in the corridor, Uncle Xu's sneering voice came: "Give me death!" ”