Next to the stinking garbage heap, there is a group of "infected people" standing or lying on their stomachs. Yang Xiaohai, who was in the upwind position, closed his eyes and opened his eyes, used one hand as a pillow, tilted his head, and lay lazily in the soil.

In order to wait for the slow "inpatients", he has been lying down for a while. Seeing that there were no new infected people joining, he said to the "infected people" who had finally gathered: "Let's start!" The monsters of Anfen immediately stirred.

An "infected" with a round belly, a fat head and big ears grabbed the thin man next to him, and before he could catch the other party, its round head was grabbed by several infected people at the same time. For a moment, the infected began to attack each other. Showing no mercy to each other, the move is fatal.

As the "intested" fell in pieces, the yellow, black, and green piles of gadgets flowed freely, stirring up the already stinking garbage heap even more. The stench in the air was filled into a puff of yellow smoke, which was blown by the wind and slowly drifted into the sky. It just so happened to be caught by a swarm of buzzing flies. Almost instantly, the fishy flies fell to the ground in the yellow smoke.

After a while, there was only one hand left for the "intested". Seeing that it was almost over, Yang Xiaohai stood up leisurely. The victors of the wrestling battles were each strong in appearance and sound in limbs. Without resistance, they were easily relieved by Yang Xiaohai one by one.

Xu is because of the liberation of the "infected", and the tyranny in his heart is even stronger. Suddenly, there was a seeping red light in his eyes. Unlike before, the light was like a flashlight, and it came out of the eyes. There is another vision, Yang Xiaohai still can't explain it, anyway, he is used to inexplicable changes.

Slowly, the red light gradually faded, and the red light in Yang Xiaohai's eyes disappeared completely, before he walked towards the "refuge".

The sun rises and the moon sets, the moon returns to sunrise, and it has been a week since Yang Xiaohai retrieved the black magnetic card. Seven days ago, Yang Xiaohai turned into a diligent little bee, buzzing through the two "shelters".

In such a round-trip day and night, although tireless, the spirit is still consumed a lot. Not to mention anything else, the tyrannical intent in my heart alone is growing almost all the time. Yang Xiaohai's eyes were already blood-red, no matter what he looked at, it looked like blood was flowing. However, the huge amount of materials is really reluctant to be discarded. For a whole week, Yang Xiaohai spent seconds like years.

After several hard work, Yang Xiaohai finally stood in the hall of the "refuge" again. Unlike stained walls, black cards are wiped spotlessly. Yang Xiaohai stuffed the magnetic card into a small pocket with a rope strap, and then hung it around his neck.

For a week, the food that Yang Xiaohai brought from the dilapidated "shelter" was scattered in the hall. He picked up a random box of food and headed underground. It was originally a narrow aisle, but in the eyes of Yang Xiaohai today, it was a little empty. I walked to the place where I was used as a kitchen and sat on the floor.

The tables and chairs that used to be are gone, and even the pots and pans are in disarray. Wang Qing's busy figure seemed to appear in his eyes. Along with her, there is also the mist steaming in the pot, the "clang" sound when chopping vegetables, and the scene of the three of them eating. Yang Xiaohai silently put down the food he was holding, which was a box of "eight-treasure porridge".

Pull out a bottle, place the can on the ground, and with a slight stroke of your fingernail, the lid of the sturdy can is peeled off. The thumb and middle finger pinch the can, and then flick it with the index finger, and the sturdy lid is bounced off. As soon as he raised his head, a bottle of sweet, soft and smooth thick porridge entered his throat.

As if he hadn't tasted it, Yang Xiaohai pulled out another bottle. As soon as I opened the lid, I suddenly felt a cramping pain in my stomach. It didn't hurt, but it was real. Yang Xiaohai was not surprised or overjoyed - the "infected" did not feel pain. This apparent change confirms their own speculation.

Through eating, drinking, he can change back into a human body. If you have strengthened your belief, what is a small pain? Looking up, the second bottle of "Eight Treasure Porridge" was killed again.

Eating and drinking should be a pleasant thing, especially when it is open to the fullest. But it turns out that Yang Xiaohai is still too young, so much so that he underestimates the favor of the goddess of bad luck for him. Just after eating half a box of "Eight Treasure Porridge", the original faint discomfort intensified, and it turned into a sharp pain like a knife.

Rao is Yang Xiaohai has experienced the baptism of bullets, but he is still rolling all over the ground in pain. Yang Xiaohai crawled towards the hall with his stomach in his arms, gritting his teeth creaking along the way. In a moment, just after crawling through the door with the screw handle, four sharp canine teeth were broken together!

"Bah" spitting, but Yang Xiaohai's thoughts drifted back to the stinking home, and drifted to the morning when he was in unbearable pain because of drinking unclean water.

"It is said that blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular! What kind of sin did I create that made me hurt so much! Yang Xiaohai crawled towards the hall with difficulty, but his mind was full of thoughts.

Why do you want to come down? Isn't it good to guard piles of food?

"The people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death?" Xu was in pain, and Yang Xiaohai actually came up with such a sentence. He couldn't remember where he saw the sentence. As a scumbag, it's really not easy to memorize a few old sentences.

Hatefully spit out the fourth canine tooth, Yang Xiaohai was aroused by the inhuman pain: "Isn't it just pain?" Count the birds! I don't even want a daughter-in-law, how miserable can I be? ”

The mouth full of broken teeth was bitten, and he slashed open the last jar of "Eight Treasure Porridge" with trembling fingers. Fortunately in the midst of misfortune, Yang Xiaohai stumbled back to the hall. So, he climbed into the food pile and cut through all the food packages that he could reach, such as canned "luncheon meat", "canned yellow peaches", "compressed biscuits", etc.

Yang Xiaohai squirmed on the ground, eating a lot. After a few bites, his eyes turned black, and he fainted to the ground with black blood spraying.

Time means little in the "refuge" where there is no light of day. I don't know how long it took, Yang Xiaohai was awakened by endless pain. The pain was like a pinprick for a while, and like an electric shock for a while; One moment it is as hot as fire, and the other it is cold as an ice cave. Yang Xiaohai couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, and only one thought remained in his mind: "Pick up the food and eat it!" ”

It was a blur in front of him, and he could only look around. The numb fingertips vaguely touched something, but the remaining right hand couldn't grasp anything. Yang Xiaohai stretched out his tongue and arched around. Whatever the tongue touches, it's all in the mouth. Chew hard and swallow without hesitation.

Gradually, Yang Xiaohai couldn't arch things. Every cell in my body seems to be in pain. Yang Xiaohai tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't see anything clearly. The thing in front of me has shifted badly, and the focus has been completely lost. Yang Xiaohai shook his head, to no avail. Slamming into the ground, things are even more blurry.

The pain was so severe that he closed one eye. Then he noticed that his eyes were not so shaky. So Yang Xiaohai half knelt and half crawled, opened one eye, and crawled towards another pile of food not far away.

I don't know how he opened the package, but there was a sense of fullness in his mouth anyway, so he chewed it to his heart's content. It seemed that the action just now had consumed strength, and after a few quick chews, Yang Xiaohai fainted again.

was woken up again, Yang Xiaohai didn't want anything, just turned over and ate. The speed of chewing is much faster. If you're not happy, who knows when you'll faint again? Gradually, there was a sensation in his mouth. But the price is that Yang Xiaohai was tortured by toothache.

It's not one or two, and the teeth in the mouth are hurting! The more pain he had, the happier Yang Xiaohai ate. Aren't you in pain? Okay, I'll see if you can kill me. Yang Xiaohai's secondary two personality has attacked! As the food continued to pour in, so did the maddening pain.

At first, it was just the stomach, but slowly the pain concentrated on the left shoulder. "Could it be that you want to repair... Healing wounds? Disturbed by the intense pain, Yang Xiaohai's thinking was no longer continuous. He has devoted all his energy to finding, opening, and eating food. As time went on, the situation improved little by little. He held on for a while and... Faint.

So, he fainted, woke up, ate, and fainted again. After eating a bunch, crawl to the next pile. It is impossible to eat all the food that has been piled up, and some of the food is buried by the outer packaging. But more food went into the mouth.

Yang Xiaohai eats, eats, eats hard, but is determined! Finally, quantitative change gave rise to qualitative change. First of all, Yang Xiaohai couldn't open the can, and he found that the sharp nails had fallen off at some point. Slowly, the red-glowing eyes turned dead gray.

Then a black pupil reappeared in the eyelids. In Yang Xiaohai's world, the blood red completely subsided, and things returned to their normal color. The charred skin gradually cracked, revealing new pink flesh under the skin. The biggest change is Yang Xiaohai's left arm and left foot.

As he continued to eat, the broken wound gradually grew granulations. The granulations become entangled with each other, and gradually new body tissues are formed. After a few hours, the new arm grew with the entire left foot. It's just that they look white, as delicate as newborn babies.