PS: PS: Monday was actually late, I really shouldn't have been, sorry. But this is also what I stayed up all night to code, and I had to go out to eat after stuffing two bites.

Despite the dismal results of this month's monthly pass, I am still deeply grateful to see the monthly pass support of LSL Bookworm, Zhanshan Dadaiwang and Devil Tide. Thank you for your support!

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The four of us looked from east to west, to the bulge in our eyes, and finally to the people around us and across from us. Until the empty space was once again plunged into darkness, and everyone's faces returned to a zombie-like blue.

"I said, we're lost." The fat man's expression and tone were dejected. But I feel better than I am, and my mood is hopeless.

"Yes, we are lost." Jack muttered a repeat.

"To be lost is to be lost, the direction is not lost, and it is clear, it is over there." Perhaps thinking that time was running out, the fat man took every opportunity to hit Jack.

Jack didn't dare to deal with the fat man at the moment, but he looked down on the fat man from the bottom of his bones, and Jack tilted his head proudly, ignoring the fat man and turning his face to me. In another way, they rebelled.

"We're lost. Zhang, can you understand? ”

Understand what? Lost or why are you lost? Or the difference between getting lost and disoriented.

I shook my head. My mind is like a mess now, and even my ability to think about problems has plummeted.

Several of them had an act of orientation while I was asleep. That time, they were already terrified. But at the same time, they have time to regain their mood and think about it.

But this was the first time I was shocked by this, and my brain was at a loss and lost the ability to think.

"If so." Jack said a little dumbfounded, "What's next?" Keep moving. Or is it "

My brain was still numb and rigid, I couldn't have a good idea, and I was waiting for Jack to give me good advice, even if it wasn't. In short, I think any suggestion is better than no idea. However, I didn't wait for Jack's advice. It seems that he did not come up with a multiple-choice question, but a fill-in-the-blank question. Ask me to fill in that blank.

"If you don't have any other ideas, then keep going, there's no turning back anyway." After coming into contact with my gaze, the fat man gave a plan very simply.

Even though the space had once again been plunged into darkness, I knew the direction of the bulge and faced it. On the ground there were markers that Jack had just made, two, one in the direction we were heading and one in the direction of the raised marker. The two are almost identical.

Brother's sense of direction is so good!

In normal times, I have to show off with the fat man, which is one of the few things I can show off in front of him. But right now, I'm not in the mood.

"Do you have any other ideas?" I smacked at Jacknu. "If not, let's move on."

Jack shook his head, then nodded again.

No idea. Agree to move on. Or this thing is also scared silly.

I wasn't in the mood to guess and ask what he meant by this body language, and said in a tired voice, "Keep in formation." Advance. ”

The formation was tight, and I could hear Jack's panting and the glow from the glow stick in the fat man's hand. Even though the light was faint enough to reach me, it also showed that the four of us were very close.

It's because of me, my speed slows down, because I don't have the confidence to walk in front of the bulge. I even remembered some of the conversations I had with the fat man. Regarding the tomb, the prophecy is going to come true, and that passage is really going to become our tombway.

They all lost interest in talking during breaks. Even the fat man's words began to be silent. Silently hurrying, silently resting, we fall into a terrible vicious circle. I don't know what other people think, but I think about death. We are heading to death.

"Grass, what about this pretend?" I was numb and walked forward, and suddenly I heard the roar of a fat man from behind.

The only one who can make the fat man roar this anger is his lifelong enemy. Jack.

I sighed. Turn around. What I saw was an incredible scene.

The three men in the back stopped, and they stood quite far away from me. However, the posture of these three people is very strange, the three of them are in a triangular position, standing face inward, their bodies are straight, but their necks are folded down ninety degrees, almost broken. This posture is very similar to that of a death row prisoner on a gallows, whose neck has been broken, but the broken neck still has to bear the weight of the body.

At this moment, the three people in front of me seemed to be hanging by an invisible rope, and the weight of their bodies was completely dependent on the rope hanging from their necks. The body and legs are straight, and there is no feeling of bearing force at all.

The glow sticks that glowed blue hung low in the hands of the fat men, and the light shone on their bodies and faces, giving them the color of dead people.

"Fatty!" I screamed.

Sound without echo can travel far away, especially in such a silent environment. But it seems that my voice does not reach them, or that they cannot hear it anymore.

My throat was dry and itchy, which was a sign of extreme nervousness. I swallowed, reached for my pistol from my waist, and 'clicked' the bullet into my load.

The flashlight shone through, but I didn't see the expected rope. Actually, I don't believe that there is a rope that can hang them, especially the fat one, and it is harder to get him to be tied than to shut him up.

But under the dazzling white light of the flashlight, the three zombie-like people did not react at all. Their faces are downward, and I can't see or shine on their faces, but if they were conscious, they should have reacted to such a bright light.

This scene was different from what the fat man had experienced, the light shone on them very clearly, but they didn't react. It gives me a little relief, at least we're on the same plane.

It's zombie fungi at work. It was the only judgment I could make in a short period of time, and it made me pull out my pistol.

I didn't have the courage to shoot at my friends and teammates, or even end their suffering in extreme ways, which was a very stressful thing for me. But friends and teammates becoming unconscious walking corpses is the last thing I can tolerate and never allow, and in this case, I have the courage to shoot.

The flashlight and muzzle of the gun were pointed at the three people opposite at the same time, and I pressed my heart that was about to jump out of my chest, and walked towards them step by step.

It stands to reason that the life controlled by the zombie fungus still has its own consciousness and behavior for a short period of time. The three of them showed a state of loss of control so intensively, more like they had been infected by zombie fungi before, and now zombie fungi are starting to attack. In other words, this is where the zombie fungus ends, and we brought them in.

Even though I walked slowly towards them, their silhouettes quickly became clear, and I could even see the hairline on Jack's head and the stubble on the fat man's bald head.

I'm certainly not going to shoot rashly, I want to at least make sure, even if it's a zombie fungus infection. Moreover, I don't think I'll be spared, all three of them have been infected and controlled by zombie fungi, and I can't be an exception, except that I didn't have such a quick seizure. (To be continued......)