"Eh, are you done?"

Suddenly, a man's voice came from a distance, and Ji Dao also subconsciously looked over there, only to see two men carrying the corpse.

They threw the corpses one by one into the mountain of corpses, and one of them touched a handful of sweat on his head, and then let out a sigh:

"It's finally done! Everyone else has gone to eat, if it weren't for the two of us doing it slowly, hey. In the past, I guess I didn't have anything to eat. ”

One of the men said to the other with a slight reproach, and the other man scratched his head embarrassedly, it seemed that their slow behavior had something to do with him.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhou, I was so tired after a day of work yesterday, so I got up late today. ”

The older man just sighed, and then said nothing.

"Uncle Zhou, there are so many dead corpses here, what are those monks doing!?"

There was a clear fear on the young man's face, for them mortals. It was a strange thing that the monk had inexplicably asked them to transport so many dead bodies.

Feeling a gust of wind blowing around, the middle-aged man also shivered, and then said:

"You can't talk nonsense about the affairs of the monks! Let's just take our salary, Xiao Jiu, if you do this time, you won't have to worry about food and clothing for ten years!"

The young man called Xiao Jiu also nodded, but continued to speak:

"But these people seem to have been slaughtered, and there are blood marks on their necks, to be honest, Uncle Zhou, it feels strange to stand here!"

Xiao Jiu then touched his already cold arms, the atmosphere here is indeed very weird, mortals maintain a little awe of such things as dead corpses after all.

"Hey, don't talk about it, let's go. I've heard from others before, the monks want to catch a zombie, maybe it's right here!"

The young man was also frightened and took a few steps back, and then he smiled boldly:

"Uncle Zhou, you know I'm timid, don't tease me. Slaughtering a city just to catch a zombie? ”

Ji Dao's eyes also condensed slightly when he heard this, the tens of thousands of corpses here turned out to be residents of a town?

A sense of desolation and sadness surged into Ji Dao's heart, he had never seen so many dead corpses, and the sadness in his heart was naturally self-evident.

"Don't talk about it, let's go! This zombie is very powerful, and the danger of keeping him is probably even more terrifying than slaughtering the city!"

The middle-aged man grabbed the young man's palm without saying a word and ran to the side, and the last thing Jidao heard was the last two words of the two.

"Uncle Zhou, why are you?, we've seen a lot of zombies, they're not that powerful!"

"You know what! This zombie is said to look exactly like a human!"

Hearing this, a chill suddenly crept up the back of Jidao's neck. He suddenly had a very bad premonition, if this is his memory, then it doesn't mean ???

At this moment, Jidao noticed that a pile of corpses not far away seemed to have a slight vibration, right in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a small hand poked out from the pile of corpses, and then the owner of this little hand slowly crawled out of the pile of corpses.

Jidao gasped, this little kid who crawled out is not himself, who else can it be?

He couldn't move in surprise as he watched the kid in front of him walk towards him.

"Myself" looked at the pile of corpses next to him, and then at the corpses under his feet. His eyes were full of confusion, and in a trance, he seemed to suddenly see something, spread his legs and ran over!

Jidao stood in place and watched quietly, looking at where "himself" was going to run, only to see him stop next to a pile of corpses.

He stretched out his hand and raised his cheek, and when he looked at it, it was probably a little girl about his age.

I saw "myself" staring at the head for a long time, but there was still that confusion in his eyes, and he didn't seem to know what was happening.

After that, he walked in his direction, looking at the corpse at his feet along the way, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ji Dao couldn't say a word in shock, and he clenched his fist with a click. It seems that the "zombie" that those two people said between them should be themselves!

But when he came to the side of the pole, he suddenly stopped!

Jidao was shocked, and he saw "himself" slowly turn his head...

A chill crept over his whole body at once. For Jidao, it doesn't matter if you see a zombie, but what if you see yourself?

What would he think if he saw himself crawling out of a pile of dead bodies?

"Himself" stared at Jidao for a long time with his empty eyes without a trace of brilliance, could it be said that he could actually feel that there was someone here?!

But the next moment, Jidao understood the reason why "himself" was looking at this side.

"Can't you even cut your neck off? What if you do?"

The next moment, Jidao only saw a ball of light towards "himself", but his eyes couldn't reflect a trace of brilliance!

Bang!

Perhaps no one has ever had the experience of watching "oneself" being blown to minced meat. The severed arms and limbs, as well as the flesh and blood scattered in the air, were all bombarded into ashes in a ball of light!

This kind of shock is indescribable, although Jidao's heart is already extremely tenacious, he is a person after all. If someone is blown to pieces in front of him, he will feel a kind of grief, let alone himself?

Looking at the blood spilled, the emotion in Jidao's heart could no longer be described as shock, and he looked at the gray sky above his head.

Yes, if he had been blown to minced meat by this time, then how did this entity come into being?

Then the world told him only a split second.

Jidao looked up at the dark sky, lightning and thunder, it was a stormy night! A little boy walked slowly down a street. He had all sorts of tubes stuck in his body that he didn't know what they did.

But as he walked slowly, the blood spilled down the tubes, washed down the rain, and he walked forward expressionlessly, as if he didn't feel the pain in his body at all.

Behind him, a palace of former splendor has been reduced to a scorched earth, and black flames rise in rain and lightning, compiling a picture of hell...