As the zombies walked down the long street, she stopped and began to bend over, then coughed. Her already pale skin began to squirm slowly, like a bulging stream of heat under the skin, slowly moving down the zombie's skin to her mouth.

"Poof!"

A puddle of scarlet liquid was spit out directly by the zombie, and the woman with bright blonde hair sat on the ground, looking at the unfamiliar streets, unfamiliar trees, unfamiliar skies, and unfamiliar herself in front of her, and forgot to breathe for a while.

At this moment, the sound of vomiting began to ring throughout Europe.

Pools of scarlet substance were spit out of the mouths of the zombies, and some of them sat on the ground, froze, looking at themselves, at the people around them, and then sluggish again.

Their different eyes began to search their field of vision, and then suddenly lit up. They hugged each other, in pain, howled, and vented.

This scene doesn't happen in the theater, it doesn't happen on the screen, it just happens in the world seriously.

Hug each other and cry, cry with joy, cry bitterly, laugh heartily.

People had different expressions, but they were all venting their fears.

The moon had already risen to the sky, like a round jade disk, reflecting the light refracted from the sun, sprinkling countless jade beads.

The sound of clanging, which seemed to make people cry, and the sound of scarlet liquid that fell to the ground, twitched, and then moved like frightened little beasts.

The liquid, the size of a fingernail, began to wriggle like crazy, rolling over the ground, over the water, over the grass, across bridges. Walk through the houses, through the ruins, and run in the same direction.

"It's not hell here...... It's not hell here......"

Makoto Ito sat on the edge of the ruined city, watching as more and more red liquid began to converge towards him. The liquid is so familiar, and yet so timid. As soon as he saw Makoto Ito's figure, he seemed to start wailing.

The bubbling sound emanated from the liquid, and then little by little it merged into Ito's body. His brow, which had been soothed, furrowed again, the corners of his mouth that had been upturned again, and his originally bright and expectant gaze. It began to dim again, and even the moonlight could not illuminate the direction where Makoto Ito was, awakening his heart that had sunk into the ground.

"Why is this happening?"

Makoto Ito slowly stretched out his hand, looking at the red liquid that jumped from the ground to the palm of his hand, the liquid was like a baby, cheering, and instigating his fingers to burrow into Ito's body. His tattered clothes had changed color, as if they had just been fished out of the blood. His short black hair had also changed color, and he could never see anything other than red.

Makoto Ito frowned, trying to get up from the abandoned pile of rubble.

Just turn your head. Ito Makoto could already see that the place where he had just sat was completely occupied by red blood.

It's all blood, as long as you see scarlet blood.

"For what...... Just...... It's still such a beautiful world......"

Makoto Ito staggered to his feet and walked forward. Not far in front of him was a teenager. It's not very young, but it looks like Ito Makoto is in the same age.

Short hair, slightly delicate face. And a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

"What the hell is going on here?"

The boy jerked his head up and asked Makoto Ito.

The hand was raised, and the blood vessels creaked out of Ito Makoto's arm, like a twitching giant snake, directly entangled the young man standing in front of Ito Makoto.

Wrap and then drill in. From the boy's mouth, from the boy's ear, from the nostrils, from the eyes, as long as there are gaps in the body, the constantly wriggling veins will obey their master's command, and go where they need to go.

It's just that......

Makoto Ito looked at the teenager who was constantly twitching in his veins, as if observing the night when he was gang-raped by those men, and at that time he was also struggling like this, in pain, twitching, wailing, and then ...... I have succeeded and sublimated, and I will never be the same.

But......

"Why are you doing this?"

Makoto Ito tilted his head, looking at the teenager who was constantly twitching in front of him, looking at the viruses that he had entered into the boy's body, like a prisoner who had been whipped, screaming and running out of the boy's body.

"Why don't you accept it? Why do you want to resist? What are you going to ...... for" Ito Makoto looked at the young man who could barely see his true face in his hands, his brows locked deeply, and he twisted out an extremely deep Sichuan character.

"Not disturbed?"

Makoto Ito frowned, looked at the inhuman-shaped boy who had been tortured in front of him, and slowly raised his hand and lowered the boy from the air.

With a snap, the boy collapsed to the ground, twitching constantly. The whole body was covered with scarlet liquid, which slowly flowed out of the face, from the chest, from the buttocks, from everywhere he could see, all the way to the ground. I saw that his body was lifted up suddenly, and after a sharp thrust towards the body, the whole person had collapsed on the grass and could no longer move.

Makoto Ito slowly walked past the man's corpse, and the scarlet liquid that flowed out of the boy's corpse suddenly began to flow up on the ground, chasing after Ito Makoto and coming to the man's side.

Makoto Ito frowned, looking at the growing red liquid at the end of his vision, and he shook his head slightly. The status quo is the best explanation, and there is no need to say anything more.

The moonlight slowly swayed throughout the world, and some of it finally landed on Ito Makoto's side. No matter how stingy Starlight is, there will always be some spills around this man.

Makoto Ito frowned, but walked the streets like a zombie he had created. The shouting of the zombies on the street is gone, but the sound is even more noisy. From time to time, you can see people hugging each other, crying quietly under the trees, and some people hugging each other, even if they don't know each other, they are still kissing fiercely.

"Where is this hell......"

Makoto Ito frowned and walked forward. Everywhere he walked, Makoto Ito felt extremely angry. What you look forward to, what you love, you ...... Everything about yourself......

It seems that with the moonlight, everything is destroyed.

At this moment, Ito Makoto suddenly raised his head, and in those eyes that were already filled with blood, a figure appeared quietly at the end of Ito's vision.

It was a man, dressed in a wide scarlet trench coat, whining in the night wind, the man's face seemed to be resolute, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a contemptuous smile.

Ito Makoto's smile was the same as the man's smile when he used to play with himself.

"Liu Mengchao ......"

Makoto Ito said the name of the man in front of him word by word and walked forward slowly. He walked so slowly, the veins in his body kept piercing out of Ito's back, like a poisonous snake that had come out of a hibernation cave, hissing and spitting out his scarlet letters, devouring human life one bite at a time.

The original laughter stopped, the original crying stopped, and the people who were still under the trees, those who were still under the moonlight, and those who were still under the stars, they all stood up. They covered their mouths with their hands, they kept waving their hands in the air, and then all of them made the same movement.

Turned around and started running like crazy. The more they ran, the more frightened they became, and they appeared here inexplicably, the blood that inexplicably stuck to the placket of their clothes, and the memories that slowly but firmly emerged with the moonlight.

They finally remembered that they were once zombies, that they used to chase flesh and blood in the sun, that they used to open their mouths and bite down on their lover's throat one by one, bite off their loved ones' breasts, and tear apart their friends' hearts.

They have all done the same thing, chewing and eating their lovers, relatives, and friends one bite at a time, and slowly eating them.

Vomit!

The sound of vomiting was irrepressibly loud everywhere in the world, and everyone was vomiting. Some of them have gray hair, some are young and beautiful, and some are middle-aged, but they start to vomit and cry while holding their heads.

In this world full of vomiting and stomach acid smells, the starlight is still indifferent, indifferently shining on Ito Makoto's face and the man who appeared in front of Ito.

"Liu Mengchao! You owe me an answer. ”

Makoto Ito's voice was low, but Liu Mengchao was smiling.

Because although the starlight is dim, the moonlight is still soft, like a lover's hand, slowly brushing over Liu Mengchao's face, bringing the slightest coolness of the night breeze.

"That's what I'm here for."

Liu Mengchao replied with a smile. (To be continued......)

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