Tang Fan knew that according to the records of the Book of the Undead, there would only be more and more demons entering the city.

The Demon Mother's Lair, which descended on the outskirts of Linjiang City, was only the lowest of the kind, and could only carry up to 10,000 demons. But those 10,000 demons are the vanguard army, and after that, more demons will use the power of the demon nest to descend, and the endless demon army will all drive into the entire Linjiang City, completely occupying Linjiang City.

When the time comes, all the humans in the city will be found by the demons, and then killed and eaten.

Whether you hide in a tall building or in a basement, you will not be able to escape in the end, because over time, the demons that appear will become more and more powerful, and various demon races will continue to appear.

Originally, before the demon came, Tang Fan didn't have much sense of crisis, but he felt a little nervous and excited, relying on his identity as a necromancer, he planned to use his home as a temporary cultivation base, and then go out to hunt demons by himself, absorbing souls to improve his level.

But the ferocity and horror of the demon after his arrival, and his own experience, made him change his mind. He is not sure, to survive alone in this city that is about to be occupied by demons, if he is not careful, he will die, this is not a game, he can start over when he is dead, he can take medicine to replenish his blood if he is injured, and the identity of the necromancer does not seem to be so reliable. Therefore, the only way to leave before the demon army arrives, leave this city, and try to go to a place where demons are rare.

To be alive is to have hope.

"Save ...... I ......"

After Tang Fan took the skeleton warrior Dumb into the door, the three corpses jumped into view, and the pungent smell of blood made him frown.

No, not three corpses, one of them was not completely dead, he was a middle-aged man, with a huge depression in his chest, the stubble of his ribs pierced the skin to reveal its hideousness, and thick blood continued to gurgle from the depression in his chest.

The middle-aged man was pale, his eyes were blank, and he was only one step away from death, his body twitching slightly, obviously suffering immensely.

Seeing Tang Fan, the middle-aged man's godless eyes showed a little ray of hope, the will to survive was transformed into some motivation, the faint voice came out intermittently from the mouth that was constantly overflowing blood, and one arm was raised with difficulty, as if he wanted to grasp something.

Tang Fan looked at him silently, one of the two corpses around him had a broken skull, and he was already dead, and the other also had a sunken chest, his eyes were white, and he was angry.

Tang Fan knew that with this kind of injury, he had no way to save him at all, even if he was sent to the hospital, the chance of treatment would not exceed one percent, because the injury was too serious and he lost too much blood.

However, facing those hopeful eyes, Tang Fan felt that his heart was twitching, and an inexplicable uncomfortable feeling filled his heart.

"I'm sorry, I can't save you, now there are demons everywhere outside, and I don't have the ability to take you to the hospital." After being silent for a while, Tang Fan spoke, his voice a little low and hoarse.

The middle-aged man's hand fell, and the hope in his eyes disappeared like the fire of a broken candle being extinguished by the wind, only a piece of dead ashes.

"Maybe if you need it...... Maybe I ......" Tang Fan looked at the middle-aged man with a dead gray face but his body was still twitching slightly because of the pain, gritted his teeth, and his face showed a little fierceness: "Maybe I can help you get free." ”

Saying this, Tang Fan seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

"Thank you...... Xie ......" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, then closed his eyes, and let out a faint sound intermittently.

How ridiculous, in the face of Tang Fan's statement that he helped him get free, his answer was "thank you", but he was unwilling to bear this pain anymore.

Perhaps, after a while, he will slowly die and lose all his feelings, but now, every second is as long as a century, so tormenting.

Looking at the middle-aged man with his eyes closed, Tang Fan hesitated a little again, he raised the mountain knife and stared at the middle-aged man's neck, but this knife couldn't cut it down.

He shook the handle of the mountain knife hard, and a sadness appeared in his heart for no reason.

"Ah......h

With a loud roar, as if shouting out the hesitation in his heart, Tang Fan slashed down with a knife, this knife was tragic.

The blade of the mountain opened under Tang Fan's huge force, cutting off the entire neck, blood sprayed wildly, and the middle-aged man's head flew up, and in an instant, Tang Fan seemed to see the middle-aged man's open eyes with a faint relief.

"Dumb, let's go." Glancing at the middle-aged man's corpse, Tang Fan snorted, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, but he was very angry, extremely angry, and with a kind of sadness.

The sound of gunfire and screams outside can be faintly heard.

The skeleton dumb walked in front, Tang Fan walked behind, and quickly went downstairs.

Tang Fan's brows were furrowed, because on the wall above the stairs, splashed blood could be seen everywhere, flowing down in wisps, like abstract paintings, bloody.

The corpses that were smashed in the brains, the corpses that were cut off by the heads, these are all the masterpieces of the devil, and they are the naked killing.

All the way down, looking at these corpses, the anger in Tang Fan's heart accumulated little by little, becoming more and more prosperous, and at the same time, the sadness was also accumulating.

Is this the devil descending on the living dead?

It's just the building I live in, and if it's a more densely populated place, isn't it even more miserable?

Tang Fan lives on the sixth floor, the highest floor, because it is an old-fashioned building, so there is no elevator.

When he reached the third floor, he saw no less than ten human corpses, and each one was in a miserable state. Either the head was cut off, or the door of the head was smashed, like a watermelon, or it was like the middle-aged man, with a huge depression in the chest, and broken ribs pierced into the heart.

Suddenly, Tang Fan heard a faint strange cry, it was not a human voice.

After a few steps, he walked into a room, blood splattered everywhere, and a demon of destruction fell to the ground, with a knife stuck in his head and neck, a pair of scissors in one eye, and an arm twisted like a twist.

Next to them, there were two human corpses, although they were dead, but their faces still had a broken expression.

It was clear that the Fallen Demon had been counterattacked by the two humans, and although it had killed the two humans in the end, it had suffered heavy losses of its own.

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