The engine beats like a heartbeat, the exhaust pipe spews blood-red exhaust fumes, and the motorcycle is controlled by the goggle rider, flickering and jumping.

On the flat ground, he had already caught up with Zhuo Cheng.

Fortunately, there are ruins of buildings and mountains of garbage.

Just looking at the strange motorcycle, he also knows that this slave hunter is extraordinary, Zhuo Cheng wanders among the garbage hills, changing direction from time to time, hoping to get rid of the slave hunter.

Even so, the two sides are getting closer.

"Run! Run, my little prey! The rookie rider's duck voice is like a teenager in the voice change period: "This kind of hunting is exciting!" ”

With the wind whistling in his ears, Zhuo Cheng ran wildly among the debris of the rubble, pressed his left hand on a pillar of weathered and crumbled concrete, and turned behind the high pile of building debris.

Whoosh –

In the sound of the breaking wind, a metal ball flew past the cement pillar and smashed into the garbage heap, with a terrifying force, and the concrete fragments that hit it exploded one after another.

Zhuo Cheng's heart was pounding, and he clenched the octagonal hammer in his right hand, thinking about countermeasures.

Although the terrain is not conducive to motorcycles, but human physical strength is limited, once caught up, the consequences are unimaginable.

The motorcycle jumped up from the construction debris, and under the huge inertia, it took off and rushed out of the air.

Zhuo Cheng had already changed direction, climbed to the pile of garbage on the right, and slid down directly.

The buttocks of the stone crumbs are painful, and the already tattered clothes don't know how many holes they have torn.

The goggles rider appeared not far away, and the male duck let out an excited cry in his throat, like a cat teasing a motive.

Running continuously and changing direction, Zhuo Cheng gasped, and really felt that his physical strength had decreased, it was not a way to go on like this, and when his physical strength was exhausted, he couldn't even resist.

Stop and hit hard?

Zhuo Cheng just had this idea, and saw from the ruins that there was a gravel road not too far ahead.

Having spent a long time in the ruins of the city, Zhuo Cheng is quite familiar with the terrain.

It's not far from the place where I met the man and woman scavengers yesterday.

The motorcycle jumped up from the high ruins again, and under the impact of huge inertia, it leaped towards this side.

In mid-air, the goggles rider throws a metal ball with one hand.

This time the distance was closer, the speed was faster, and Zhuo Cheng subconsciously blocked it with a hammer.

The metal ball hit the octagonal hammer, and the huge force made Zhuo Cheng's entire arm tremble, his hand couldn't grasp the hammer, and he was about to let go, the tumor on the biceps muscle was sore, and the arm suddenly regained some strength.

Zhuo Cheng grabbed the hammer, his heart was ruthless, and he rushed diagonally towards the gravel road.

After taking advantage of the garbage mountain and ruined buildings several times in a row to change direction, he finally approached the gravel road, but he did not dare to relax, and ran to the top of the hill next to the side of the road in one go.

Yesterday, the pair of scavengers emerged from here.

Approaching the top of the ruins, Zhuo Cheng subconsciously looked back and saw that the slave hunter was already approaching, taking off the mechanical crossbow hanging on the motorcycle and shooting in this direction.

There seemed to be a sound of a taut spring, and Zhuo Cheng dodged, and a small crossbow arrow made of all-metal pierced his left arm.

The blood flew, the left arm first lost consciousness, and then the sharp pain came, Zhuo Cheng screamed, couldn't stabilize his body, just rushed to the top of the hill, fell down headlong, the person rolled in the garbage heap again and again, and after landing on the ground, he rolled into the middle of the gravel road, overwhelming a weed.

Zhuo Cheng's forehead was sweating like rain, rushing out of the mud ditch on his face, and a triangular arrow emerged from the front of his left upper arm, tearing open a terrifying wound.

Before he had time to think about it, or even to get up, the motorcycle jumped high from the rubble where he had fallen, crossed over the gravel road, and landed on the other side.

"! Swamp Treant ......"

Before the slave hunter could finish his sentence, six or seven blue-yellow vines pounced on him with teeth and claws, entangled the motorcycle, and dragged him.

One of the vines flew over the ruins towards Zhuo Cheng on the gravel road.

When the motorcycle jumped, Zhuo Chengcheng endured the pain and got up, wanting to run.

But the speed of the vines is not comparable to lightning, but also as fast as the wind.

Zhuo Cheng only had time to throw out the hammer and smash it at the vine, and the vine wrapped around the lower half of his legs, dragging it like a sack to the ruins, his back rubbed against the gravel, the backpack fell off, the torn clothes were torn into rags, and the flesh and blood on his back were blurred.

There are barbs on the vines, and there is no good skin on the ankles and calves.

Catching a glimpse of the octagonal hammer on the gravel, Zhuo Cheng grabbed it, and the vine that was originally wrapped around his ankle suddenly grew at the top, like a sliding poisonous snake, swimming to Zhuo Cheng's chest, and then splitting from his head, splitting into two strands, one flew out and wrapped around his right arm, and the other drilled towards Zhuo Cheng's mouth where he was breathing heavily.

Zhuo Cheng secretly scolded, this is such a serious thing, and it has a fork!

At the last moment, Zhuo Cheng tilted his head hard, vines slashed the corners of his mouth, and although the nascent thorns were not so hard, they still swept away a piece of flesh and skin, and the blood immediately flowed down.

Zhuo Cheng had already been dragged to the pile of rubble, and the vines shrank back, ready to come a second time.

The tragic situation of the female scavenger yesterday flashed in my mind, and I was very unwilling!

The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the integrity cannot be lost!

The feet and right hand are entangled, and it is difficult to move!

Zhuo Cheng wanted to use his left hand, and the wound penetrated by the crossbow arrow came from a sharp pain like a tear.

At the same time, the tumor lump in the middle of the biceps brachii became more and more sore, and at the moment when the top of the vine shot for the second time, Zhuo Cheng suddenly raised his left hand and grabbed it.

The barbs on the vines were dripping with blood as they dug into the calluses of their palms.

The back hit the fragments of the ruined building one after another, and no matter how painful it was, Zhuo Cheng didn't let go, and would rather die than give in!

The vines dragged him from the top of the ruins into the flat ground, and their strength was suddenly much less.

Zhuo Cheng saw at this time that the flower disc on the top of the sunflower man's head was closed, turning back into a large sarcoma, and the withered vines broken into dozens were scattered under the feet of the slave hunter, and he raised the mechanical crossbow with one hand to shoot, and the moment the crossbow arrow was fired, the surface of the sunflower man's slender body was dry and cracked like bark, and the triangular arrow seemed to hit the stone and bounced out.

The Sunflower Man's neck, which had been surrounded by a ring of plant hairs, stood up and shot out like thunder and lightning, enveloping a large space around the slave hunter.

At such a close distance, the slave hunter couldn't dodge, and his body didn't know how many burrs he had been shot, and his face exposed outside the goggles had countless dense red spots, constantly oozing blood.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sunflower man had no time to take care of him, the vine was no longer dragging it, Zhuo Cheng suddenly sat up, and his right hand broke free from the fork of the vine, and he wanted to break free under his feet, but he couldn't.

The original vines were noticeably stronger and stronger than the new branches.

Zhuo Cheng ignored the blurred flesh and blood of his arm torn by the barbs, and talked about the hammer to smash it, and the hammer fell on the vine, making a muffled sound, which seemed to attract the attention of the sunflower man, and the vine immediately wrapped tighter.

Although it didn't drag any further, it was very difficult to break free.

Zhuo Cheng was still smashing with a hammer, and the Sunflower Man fired another glitch, all the burrs were shot out, and the slave hunter faltered, and the three vines let go of the weird motorcycle and rolled towards the slave hunter.

The driverless motorcycle engine suddenly plopped and plopped, stood up and crashed into the sunflower man.

The slave hunter didn't know how many burrs he had hit, and his whole body was oozing blood, and his whole body was dyed red, and he trembled all over, and the blood that flowed out flew up in the air, and in an instant it gathered into a blood ball in front of him, and met the flying vines.

The blood ball shattered as soon as it hit, and the blood fell on the vine, as if it had come to life, winding upward, and the vine withered and broke at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Sunflower Man had to voluntarily amputate the elbow where the vine had grown.

The motorcycle rushed to the front of the Sunflower Man at this time, and the Sunflower Man seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't move for the time being, so he could only let go of Zhuo Cheng and block it with the last vine.

Zhuo Chengcheng wanted to get up and escape, but his legs were bloody from below the knees, and he fell to the ground before he could get up.

The sound of plopping and plopping sounded in full swing, and the rusty red engine of the motorcycle, which was extremely bright red at this time, crashed into the entanglement of the vines, and hit the sunflower man headlong, the skin and flesh of the car tire and debris flew around, and the red skull was shattered.

Click-click-

The sunflower man's bark-like skin crumbled and fell, and streams of golden sap flowed out, making an unpleasant scream like rubbing against the bark.

The slave hunter aimed at it, closed his right hand and opened it, and the motorcycle engine that fell at the Sunflower Man's feet flashed red, and exploded with a bang, sending a blood mist into the sky.

A vine that had exploded into countless breaches and looked like it would break at any moment emerged from the blood mist, binding the overwhelmed slave hunter and pulling him over and holding him in front of him.

The Sunflower Man lowered his head, the sarcoma on the top of his head splitting, and a sunflower-like flower disc bloomed, the center of the flower disc lit up with golden light, and the arm-thick golden pillar of light pierced the slave hunter's chest.

The slave hunter was transparent from front to back, and his body disintegrated in the air, falling to the ground and turning into flesh and blood.

After the pillar of light, the sunflower man was like a sun-dried flower, the flower plate drooped to his forehead, his body was seriously injured, and the vines that grew from his two elbows were only the last one, and the cracks on his body continued to flow out of the golden juice.

The head that grew petals, at this time, turned to Zhuo Cheng like chasing the sun.

In these few breaths, Zhuo Cheng had already struggled to climb to the top of the ruins, and was about to roll down, when a vine flew from behind him, entangled him and dragged him all the way.

Zhuo Cheng rolled and bumped, his mind was a little confused, but the octagonal hammer in his hand was never released.

Like the slave hunters, Zhuo Cheng was riddled in vines and was lifted in front of him by the Sunflower Man.

The difference is that the sunflower people are crumbling.

Seeing the sunflower man's face and sarcoma's cracked petals up close, Zhuo Cheng was sure of one thing, it should be a human mutation.

How can people become like this?

The thought flashed through him, and he suddenly remembered the pair of scavengers yesterday and guessed what the Sunflower Man wanted to do.

The Sunflower Man was the only vine with countless openings wrapped around his body, and where half of his arm was broken, new vines were slowly growing.

As long as it grows to a certain length, it can strip Zhuo Cheng's flesh and blood and turn him into flower fertilizer.

Life and death are at this moment, Zhuo Cheng, who has been thinking about hiding and escaping, has no way to avoid it and is forced into a desperate situation.

Who is willing to be the nourishment of a vegetative person?

Tied from the vines again, Zhuo Chengcheng struggled desperately, even if his feet were off the ground, he still didn't give up.

There were gaps visible to the naked eye on the vines, and the original blue-yellow color had turned a withered gray after withstanding the blood-colored explosion.

Zhuo Cheng propped his arms outward, recalling the previous times of soreness in his upper arm, and his mental feeling was concentrated on the position of the hard lump in his arm, and the soreness gradually turned into pain, and the pain was extremely intense after an inhalation, even pressing on the large and small wounds all over his body.

The muscles of the arm bulged high visibly, and with a bang, the vines broke in circles.

Zhuo Cheng fell to the ground, and in severe pain in his legs, he wielded an octagonal hammer with his right hand, and smashed it on the sunflower man's face like he had hammered the concrete wall countless times in the past.

One time! Twice! Three clicks!

The bark-like skin on the neck of the Sunflower Man shattered and disintegrated, revealing human-like flesh.

First hit hard by the slave hunter, and then ridden by Zhuo Cheng's heavy hammer in the face, the sunflower man still did not fall, and the short vines that grew out of his elbows bounced up like poisonous snakes and wrapped around Zhuo Cheng's two arms.

The flower disc that hangs low and slowly lifts the ......

Zhuo Cheng is like a mad tiger, at this moment, either you die or I die!

He threw his head forward, his neck stretched out to the point where his cervical vertebrae were almost disjointed, and he opened his mouth to bite the Sunflower Man's carotid artery.

Without the protection of bark-like skin, the sunflower man did not have much flesh on his neck, and he was bitten open by Zhuo Cheng at once.

In the hoarse scream like rubbing the bark of a tree, a large stream of golden juice rushed into Zhuo Cheng's mouth, life and death were in sight, Zhuo Cheng didn't dare to let go, he could only swallow in a big gulp.

The keen sense of touch in his mouth made Zhuo Cheng feel that something hard rolled into his mouth with the liquid, stuck in his throat, and fell into his stomach.

Zhuo Cheng thought that a piece of the sunflower man's flesh had made him bite off.

It didn't take long for the sunflower man's newborn vines to loosen and droop.

Zhuo Cheng immediately let go of his mouth, used all his strength to pick up the hammer, and smashed it down.

The sunflower man's grotesque head with sarcoma cracked like a rotten watermelon, golden liquid splattered everywhere, and its slender body fell to the ground.

The feet that were stuck in the ground were crooked in half, and they were covered with roots, which dug deep into the ground.

Zhuo Cheng exhausted all his strength, his mind was slightly relaxed, his whole body was sore, and he fell next to the sunflower man with a pop, falling into the golden liquid that flowed out,

The position of the biceps brachii of both arms exploded with a bang, and a crossbow arrow flew out, and the flesh and skin around the explosion collapsed and disintegrated, which was even more serious than last night's, quickly spreading from the arms to the skin of the whole body, and even the reticulated cracks appeared on the face.

Zhuo Cheng was exhausted and unconscious, his face suddenly turned to the sun, and the golden liquid around him disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The open wound was repairing, and a gust of wind blew, and Zhuo Cheng's hair, eyebrows, and sweat fluttered in the wind.