At night, a few wisps of cool breeze hit, making people shiver, and in the grove at the foot of the cat's ear cliff, two men kept smoking cigarettes in their mouths.

This was taken out of the pockets of those damn zombies, all integrated and unopened, otherwise they wouldn't have dared to smoke it.

That's something that could really kill you.

"Lao Wang, how long do you say we can hold on, there is no food at all in this place where birds don't, and all we have eaten these days is human flesh." The fat man who kept smoking the cigarette took a sip vigorously, and the only cigarette butt immediately burned to the filter.

"Don't talk about those useless things, let's flee from Hansui City, we can live one more day if we can, these damn years, there is not much difference between being alive and dead." The thin man was obviously much gentler when he smoked, sucking carefully with each puff, and then turning a few times in his lungs before the soil came out, and the eye circles slowly dissipated into the air with the smoke he spewed.

Behind them, there was an endless jungle, and the occasional chirping of insects and birds in the jungle reminded them both that they were about to live another day.

Layers of dry bones were piled up on the ground, and the dry bones had long been white, and they were mottled on them.

The fat and thin two smoked cigarettes and watched the bones on the ground drop a little tear.

"You say, the bones in here are my wife, and that is your underage sister?" The fat man vigorously wiped the tears with his sleeve a few times and looked around a few times.

"Fatty, don't feel sorry for them, maybe the two of us will lie here tomorrow. Alas, human life is not worth much. Sooner or later, all of us will have to die here, and the gap is the difference between living one more day and living one day less. The thin old man patted his trouser legs, which were already full of holes, and wiped his pants twice.

"Poof!" As soon as the cold light flashed in mid-air, the thin man Wang felt that his neck was cold, and then it seemed that the world was spinning, his lungs contracted sharply, and the speed of his heart beat instantly exceeded the physiological limit.

He often saw the death of slaughtered humans, and he knew that he was going to die, and soon, soon, he would return to the never-ending darkness.

Inexplicably, he even had some comfort in his heart, yes, he didn't have to become food on someone else's table, and he didn't need to be knocked out of the bones and sucked the marrow.

"Lao Wang, actually, life is such a thing, if you close your eyes today, you won't be able to open them tomorrow, and your life will pass like this." The fat man was still talking to himself, constantly feeling sorry for himself.

Suddenly, another cold light pierced his chest, and at this moment, it seemed that the whole world was played in slow motion, and he could even see the scene of the death of the old king in front of him, and the blood that flew out had actually been thrown into the air.

And his own blood was as beautiful as a firework before the end of the world, and in an instant, it bloomed with all its brilliance.

Then, back to the darkness.

Down the hillside, more than a dozen special forces quietly walked up to them to check if they were playing dead.

The special forces at the front even used the bayonet in their hands to make up for each of their chests and necks.

After checking that everything was correct, several people hid in the darkness again, slowly eliminating the sentinels in the gathering place.

Slowly, they began to realize that these sentry posts were not guarding the people outside the gathering place, but the inside of the gathering place.

There were obviously far fewer sentry outside than inside, and these people were constantly staring at the main road to the entrance and exit, and even the path up the mountain was tightly blocked.

"Ge Laozi, what are they trying to guard against? Is there anyone in the gathering place who has fled? "They don't know why, they just slowly move forward.

Zheng Yifan followed behind quietly, of course, this is his own opinion, after all, the people in front of him are more than a hundred meters away from him, and there are dozens of people behind him waiting for the real battle.

Inexplicably, there seemed to be a hint of coolness, and when he walked to the small hillside, Zheng Yifan saw that there was a special soldier standing there in front of him to guide him the way.

"What's going on here?" Zheng Yifan asked, and then saw the man pointing his finger to the side of the woods.

Turning his head, Zheng Yifan couldn't help but vomit.

He'd seen the dead, and the zombies had seen it, but he really hadn't seen such a horrific thing.

I saw that there was a small platform in the depths of the jungle, the platform was not big, only two meters square, and it was pitch black in the dark night that I couldn't see what it looked like.

But when the special forces soldier lit a dim candle, Zheng Yifan felt that he was in a horror movie, and the scene in front of him was too terrifying.

The heads of the white flowers, the blood flowed sideways, all the heads were hideous, and the thick carpet of white flowers on the ground looked carefully, and it turned out to be neat human skins.

The heads on the table were already piled up, and they were all women, and they were all relatively beautiful women, these women's faces were washed clean, and even painted with light makeup, but they still couldn't erase the decay of time, and maggots burrowed in their eyes, mouths, and nostrils.

Of course, this is already the effect of rough treatment, and there are a lot of human heads piled up behind the human skins on the ground, these heads are not treated like those beautiful women, all of them have been severely rotted, and the rotten corpses are flowing all over the ground.

"Squeak!" When Zheng Yifan vomited, the rat kept coming out of the pile of human heads, and the two eyes of the rat were blood-red, and they were several laps bigger than ordinary puppies.

Before Zheng Yifan could react. The special forces beside him flew over with a dagger in his hand, and then the long knife in his hand poked fiercely into the mouse's mouth, stirring it fiercely.

"Captain, this kind of rat grew up eating human flesh, it is very vicious, you must be careful, now we have no medicine to prevent plague, and it is no safer to be bitten by them than by zombies." The special forces team member explained to Zheng Yifan, and then carefully looked at the piled up heads.

"This is the Jingguan, the head of the Jingguan, which used to be used to use Xuanhe for military force in ancient times, and the human skins on the ground were also taken off when they were alive." Then he kicked the bones on the ground and said, "The bones here have been steamed, and it seems that Mao'er Cliff has a shortage of food to the point of being very serious." Preliminary estimates put the number of skulls in the thousands.

After the special forces finished speaking, his expression flashed a little, originally he thought that his heart was strong enough, but now, he also felt shuddered in his heart, it was too terrible, a thousand lives, were actually attacked and killed by the same kind.

The purpose is not for anything else, but to eat you.

"Bloodbath their organizers, avenge these people." After Zheng Yifan vomited, his body recovered quickly, gritted his teeth, suppressed the discomfort, and walked forward firmly.

He wanted to see what those who slaughtered his own people were.