Chapter 383: N-Type Zombies
"Huh"
There was a soft thud, and blood splattered. The pile of corpses accumulated into a pile of corpses, under the sharp blade of Zhou Yulong's left arm, turned straight into two. A large amount of blood, like clear water gushing out of a broken pipe, spilled all over the ground.
"What's going on?" Looking at Zhou Yulong's strange behavior, Han Shao and the others were completely stunned. They didn't understand why Zhou Yulong wanted to let go of Tang Huang, who was transformed from an N-type zombie, and they didn't understand why Zhou Yulong whipped the corpse at the pair of corpses. Could it be that Xiao Liao did something that made Brother Long extremely angry when they didn't come back?
"Don't ask, just watch." Looking at the distrust and unbearability in the eyes of Han Shao and the others, Zhou Yulong smiled faintly, shook his head and said, "If I were you, I would stay away from that pile of broken corpses as much as possible." Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't even know how to die. Am I right, Mr. Zombie? The last sentence, Zhou Yulong didn't say it to Han Shao and the others, but to the pile of broken limbs and wreckage.
"Zhou Yulong, hehe, it is worthy of being from the legendary dragon group, and he even saw through such a perfect disguise as mine." Just when Han Shao and the others were puzzled, a slightly hoarse voice came from the remains of the broken limbs, and then, a round object was squeezed out of the corpse pile, facing Zhou Yulong and said, "It's just that I don't understand, I even have the same heartbeat and blood as you humans, why am I still found by you?" â
"Ah, Xiao Liao, it turns out that he is a zombie?" With the moonlight reflected from the gate, Han Shao finally reluctantly recognized the true face of this black ball. However, as soon as he saw it, he let out a scream.
It turned out that the spherical object that was talking to Zhou Yulong was none other than Xiao Liao's head. At this moment, although Xiao Liao's head was bitten by the zombies and there were several huge wounds, his blood-stained face still looked very calm. As if it was not himself who was injured, but not the enemy who was taking his life at any time.
"Hehe, don't call me Xiao Liao, Xiao Liao has become a part of me." Looking at Han Shao's surprised look, Xiao Liao, or the guy who should call it an N-type zombie, smiled slightly, and said, "Just call me N, I like the name you gave me." â
âNīŧ You're a monster, and you deserve a name? Hearing the N-type zombie's words, Tang Huang sneered, then raised his right hand and shot the tiger tooth dagger towards Xiao Liao's head.
"Huh"
With a soft sound, the sharp tiger tooth dagger was like cutting tofu, and it sank deep into Xiao Liao's head. Purple-black blood and tofu-brain-like brains began to flow out of the wound on Xiao Liao's brain, and then fell to the ground drop by drop.
"Tut-tut, doesn't it feel good to blow up the heads of your comrades? If I'm not mistaken, this guy I've devoured seems to have saved you three or four times on the battlefield. Although there was a sharp blade stuck in his skull, Xiao Liao's expression still did not show any pain, but instead smiled strangely: "Humans, humans, you are a group of low-level creatures who only know how to kill each other, that is noble and pure compared to our zombie clan?" â
"Die!" Stimulated by the words of the N-type zombie, Tang Huang shouted violently and slammed his right hand back. I saw that the sharp blade that sank into Xiao Liao's head flew away from Xiao Liao's head as if it was being pulled by an invisible rope. And Xiao Liao's head was also cut into two pieces because of the force when the blade flew away.
"The honor of the Fifth Unit, how can you be understood and insulted by this lowly zombie! Damn it! What a damn you! Pulling the tiger tooth dagger back into his hand, Tang Huang pulled the tiny silver line attached between the ring of his right finger and the end of the dagger, and then gritted his teeth and scolded: "What zombies, noble bullshit, you are just garbage derived from our human beings being infected!" â
"Hehe, the more you scold, the more scared you are. Haha, did you know that if a human being is very scared and frightened before he dies, then his flesh and blood will become even more delicious. And your brother is even more delicious in this delicacy. Hahaha. Just as Tang Huang was scolding, another head poured out of the pile of corpses, and said word by word: "Now, you are also going to be my food." So, be afraid, be afraid, and make your flesh and blood more delicious. â
"Bayonet..."Looking at the re-squeezed head, Tang Huang gritted his teeth and squeaked. The owner of this head was once one of his best comrades.
"Boring trick, N, is that what you've learned from human memory just a trick that doesn't work?" Unlike Tang Huang's indignation, Zhou Yulong's expression had always been very indifferent. After all, he had already experienced the baptism of Xiaojie's illusion and knew how to control his emotions. Besides, these people didn't know him, and he wouldn't be too angry about their deaths.
"Tut-tut, Zhou Yulong, are the people in the dragon group as indifferent and calm as you?" Hearing Zhou Yulong's words, a sly smile suddenly flashed on the blood-stained face of the bayonet, and then asked suspiciously: "But I still hope you can answer the question I started with." When and for what reason did you find out that I was a zombie and not a human? â
"Actually, I've been suspicious of you since you knocked on the door." Looking at the face that was exactly the same as that of a human being, Zhou Yulong said expressionlessly: "After all, as a state secret force, it is impossible for you to report your number at will, unless, the other party you encounter is very strong, so strong that you have to use the government number to deter him." And when we first met, how did you know my strengths and weaknesses? Then, there is only one possibility, and that is that you have already explored our details before you came. And the first time I appeared in Yiyang, the people who knew my details here were none other than Han Shao's gang and you, who were killed by me. Speaking of this, Zhou Yulong sneered sarcastically: "Hehe, and after all, you are not human, although you have human memories, you do not have human emotions. You, a zombie, will never know the superiority of being a national special force. Please, you're a soldier with a certificate, why are you so polite to us ordinary people who don't know where you came from, can't you just bang on the door? â
"The superiority of the special forces? Hehe, I think I understand a little bit. Hearing Zhou Yulong's mocking words, the N-type zombie did not have any anger, but said with a teachable face: "However, you judge that I am a zombie based on this?" And what is the test after that? Jokes? â
"Of course not, I was just skeptical at first, but after the experiment I was sure." Zhou Yulong shook his head and said in a flat tone: "Although you have many doubts, I still don't dare to be rashly sure that you are a zombie, so there will be a later test." I'll admit that your ability to mimic is so strong that even your blood can be realistic. After the first trial, I was almost fooled by you. But it's the second experiment, and you added a trick to the snake that made me find a flaw. â
"Flaws?" The N-type zombie was stunned for a moment, and then asked suspiciously: "Isn't it natural for zombies to attack humans?" Do you judge who the zombie is attacking if it is a zombie? â
"Hehe, so to speak." Zhou Yulong nodded, then slowly took a step closer to the pile of corpses, and said, "In a battle, I accidentally found that high-level zombies can order low-level zombies. So I was thinking, if you were really wise, would you send zombies to attack you, and then make me think that Tang Huang was zombies, and kill them. Sure enough, the zombie instinctively rushed towards Tang Huang after smelling the blood, but halfway through, I noticed a trace of red flashing in your pupils, and then the zombie rushed towards you. All this seems to be hidden, but in the eyes of those who care, it is a self-declaration of identity. â
"Admiration and admiration, the wisdom of human beings is really infinite." Hearing Zhou Yulong's words, a hint of admiration flashed on the face of the human head on the ground, and then he exclaimed: "It seems that after I devour you, my wisdom can be greatly improved." â
"Hehe, I don't know, what other killer tricks do you have that can give you the certainty that you will definitely devour me." Pointing the long blade of his right hand at the corpse pile, Zhou Yulong said lightly: "If there is, just show it." â
"Hehe, that's what you said." Hearing Zhou Yulong's words, a strange smile suddenly flashed on the bayonet's face, and then slowly merged into the corpse pile. As the skull melted into the pile of corpses, the hill formed by the stumps began to slowly squirm, as if some monster was about to break free from it.
"Damn zombies, I'm going to blow you up now, and see what else you can do!" Looking at the changes in the pile of corpses, Tang Huang roared angrily, and then violently twisted the long blade of the tiger tooth in his right hand and threw it out.
The sharp tiger tooth blade protruded and changed in mid-air, and at the grip of the long blade, four long, sharp snow blades popped out. Suddenly, the tiger tooth dagger turned into a flickering saw wheel.
"Huh"
The saw wheel slashed across the corpse pile, and immediately cut off a large piece of flesh and blood on the top of the corpse pile, and then cut it back again along the pull of the silk thread in Tang Huang's hand. And Tang Huang's teammates, Han Shao and others also joined the attack one after another. Suddenly, a large number of bullets and sharp blades struck the corpse heap overwhelmingly.
"Uh-hmm-h
As everyone attacked, various muffled noises began to come from the corpse pile. A large amount of flesh and blood scraps are constantly detached from the corpse pile. But no matter how everyone attacked, the wriggling of the corpses continued. Soon, the pile of corpses melted into a mass of flesh and blood, and a thick layer of armory scales condensed on its exterior.