Since the enemy's attack is not effective, do it yourself. The bone knife dipped the bodily fluids of the "intested" and gently slashed through the arm. It's like a fingernail tickling, and the skin isn't broken at all. How does this work? Yang Xiaohai gritted his teeth and wiped it fiercely. Suddenly, a deep wound with visible bones crossed the palm.

"Good fellow, it's a broken palm. Is this a change of life? ”

Seeing that the viscous body fluids were mixed with his own blood, Yang Xiaohai shook his hand and freed the few infected people who had gathered together. The guy who was a little farther away he didn't bother to pay attention to. The miscellaneous fish can never be killed by their shameful numbers, they wander aimlessly, arrogantly and recklessly filling the heavens and the earth.

dragged down the two "infected" who picked up the car door, and Yang Xiaohai sat back in the driver's seat. Glancing at the rearview mirror, Yang Xiaohai muttered in a low voice: "Ancestor, look at it, the cushions are dirty." ”

It turned out that the two "infected" saw that the car door was open, and they were attracted by the black pupils, but their heads were shattered by the "Tiancong Cloud Sword". Coincidentally, the infected person who hung up happened to fall on the driver's seat, and the purple-black bodily fluids stained the cushion, causing Yang Xiaohai to be slightly dissatisfied.

"Drive your car, why did you ever care about that?" Hitomi fiddled with the bottle, mixing several drinks together from time to time. He looks focused, like a professional bartender.

Yang Xiaohai just muttered casually, he really didn't care much about these external things. When he first walked out of the house, he also took the initiative to hang the fragments of the "infected person" on his body. Yang Xiaohai is a typical pragmatist. As long as it works for him, he can eat the infected person raw. Whispering a few more words secretly, the van slowly got on the road.

When I came out of the mall, half an hour had passed. Going around and around, Yang Xiaohai didn't know where he had turned. The streets are lined with multi-storey buildings. So Yang Xiaohai only knew that they were still in the city, but he didn't know the specific location. In the absence of GPS and mobile phone navigation, Yang Xiaohai scurried around indiscriminately and blindly.

Due to the mobility and serendipity of the "infected", coupled with the poor road conditions, Yang Xiaohai had to stop at any time in order to clean up. After the blockade of the "intested" is cleared, or the road is allowed to pass through the road, he can slowly drive out of a section and then be forced to stop at a certain section.

In this case, it is destined that the car cannot be driven fast. Yang Xiaohai, who was a novice on the road, didn't feel bored, but the black bucket gradually became irritable. After all, Yang Xiaohai only took a few bottles of drinks, and it didn't take much time to blend them back and forth.

"There are shops, there are shops. Park, park, park! Before the words fell, the black pupil had already pulled the car door and jumped out like a whirlwind. In a few minutes, he ran back with all kinds of drinks. As soon as the people got on the bus, the supermarket was sparsely noisy, and I don't know what it was cut into by the "Tiancong Cloud Sword". Yang Xiaohai's eyelids jumped, and he skillfully started the car.

Those things were not paid, and they were taken out by the black pupil without the consent of the owner, which made him feel like a thief. Although he knew that he was in the last days, it was understandable to behave like this, but he felt that it was very strange. That weird feeling lingered in my heart until Yang Xiaohai reacted after the car hit the road.

They are still wearing black uniforms. Two black-clothed people trespassed into the supermarket and smashed them with belts, isn't it weird?

With a self-deprecating smile, Yang Xiaohai glanced in the rearview mirror. Hitomi was quiet again with a new toy. He opened his palm, and saw that the wound had already scabbed over, and it was about to heal. But up and down, there doesn't seem to be any special change. He thought back to his previous feelings, but he couldn't match the infection this time.

"Infection mutation is not working? Could it be that I miscalculated? Yang Xiaohai raised a question, but it was destined to be unanswered.

After barely lasting more than half an hour, Black Hitomi finally lost interest in the game of blending. She threw the colorful drink in her hand and said casually: "Synthetic things, it's just like that." Compared with the tea leaves in the mountain gate, it is much inferior...... You live in a pitiful place, either ore or iron, and there is scum when you breathe. There are no trees, no water and no air, how can you stand it? …… Don't you feel depressed in the face of the unchanging dead things? Suddenly, the black pupils spoke more.

Black Hitomi seems to have changed people, and after pouring a stomach full of mixed drinks, she turned on the self-talk mode. Yang Xiaohai didn't dare to speak, but he also listened to a rough idea. Black Hitomi was curious about the city at first, but soon got tired of it. One will say that there are too few trees, another will dislike that there is no river, and then another will be stunned because the smell of gasoline is too strong, and it is not possible to change cars.

So Yang Xiaohai deliberately found a relatively high-end private car to drive. The spacious carriage and bright glass sunroof only made the black pupils stop for more than ten minutes, and the little girl still chattered endlessly. The previous force deterrence was very effective, Yang Xiaohai let her ink, and didn't say a word.

The road conditions were good and bad, and he had to get out of the car to clear the obstacles on the congested road. When he opened the car door again, he found that the black pupil was actually sitting in the driver's seat.

"Ancestor, you ......" "It's too boring, I want to drive." Yang Xiaohai silently closed the car door. He stood in the snow, picking out a new means of transportation. It's just that Yang Xiaohai's abacus can be heard again, but he can't withstand the crisp greeting of the black pupils.

He reluctantly got into the car and sat in the passenger seat. Before he could sit down, Black Hitomi stepped on the accelerator with one foot. So, the sign of a lion went straight into the building on the side of the street. An infected person wearing a dirty white apron jumps out with a kitchen knife and screams at Black Hitomi.

Yang Xiaohai looked at the scattered tables and chairs, and his face was calm: "Ancestor, it seems to be a restaurant, well, are you hungry?" ”

Black eyes came out of the car with a gray face, and the big eyelids were full of excitement. As soon as the infected person with the white apron raised the kitchen knife, his head was shattered by the "Tiancong Cloud Sword". Yang Xiaohai sat in the co-pilot and didn't move at all. Because he knew that the car had just hit it, and it could still be driven if it was reversed.

But the excited black pupil found another car regardless of it, and called Yang Xiaohai crisply.

Sitting in the co-pilot seat again, he couldn't help but say: "Ancestor, give the throttle slowly, it's too fierce and easy to rub." The black pupil looked focused, quietly holding back the big move. She twisted the car keys and started the engine without a hitch. Slowly press the accelerator and hold the steering wheel with both hands......

As a result, a brown, Zigan fractured steering wheel fell into the hands of Black Hitomi. Yang Xiaohai sighed and covered his head with both hands.

"Boom ......"

Time enters 2030, and the population of Huaxia in Dixing is large, and there are countless private cars corresponding to it. This thing is produced in large quantities, day and night, and its assembly speed is far greater than consumption. Therefore, the phenomenon of overcrowding has been created.

Even if Hitomi treats these cars as bumper cars, she doesn't lack the resources to practice. Because the speed could not get up, the black pupil hit the shell of the car all over the place, but it never caused any vicious traffic accidents. So Yang Xiaohai sat in the co-pilot, like a clay wooden tire, without saying a word. It's nothing to drive a bumper car, but a fatal shortcoming completely revokes Heitong's driver's license.

The extremely cute, powerful and mysterious black pupil is actually a downright and hopeless road idiot. Although there were signs before, they did not arouse Yang Xiaohai's vigilance. How stupid is the black pupil road? You can get lost on a straight road. Not to mention that Yang Xiaohai didn't know before, even Heitong himself didn't know very well. Yang Xiaohai wondered, how did the black pupil live in the mountain gate?

After scrapping dozens of cars, the driver's task was returned to Yang Xiaohai. Perhaps because the tossing sound was too loud, a lot of "infected people" around him were attracted, and the road surface was much empty. The black pupil who can't drive has lost interest in conditioning drinks again, and she is bored and complains non-stop.

Yang Xiaohai has learned from the past, and he will never open his mouth if he can not pick up the stubble. So in the crunchy and soft whining of black eyes, a pure white car slowly passed through the city. Before you know it, the snow has stopped.

"Forest! Lakes! Ha! I smell familiarity. Stop and stop ......" Yang Xiaohai trembled, endured the ravages of the strong current, and stepped on the brakes fiercely. Is there such a bear? Yang Xiaohai was already very careful and careful, and he didn't even dare to say much along the way, why couldn't he avoid the fate of electric roasting?

His surname is Yang, but he can't really treat him as a lamb skewer, right? As soon as Yang Xiaohai's aggrieved thoughts rose, the car door was savagely pushed open by the black pupil, and then disappeared into the night. Yang Xiaohai glanced at his watch, and it was only 17:24. Winter in the north is really early at night. With no street lights, there was an oppressive silence in the distance.

The headlights drove the darkness with all their might, allowing Yang Xiaohai to see the sporadic things in front of him: it was a relatively flat place. The snow-covered trees have a special flavor in the moonlight. Yang Xiaohai heard the sound of gurgling water. There seems to be a lake in the distance. It's winter, but as long as it's living water, it won't freeze.

There is a large open field with living water and large trees, and the only place in the city that meets these conditions is a park. Yang Xiaohai leaned back and pulled the back door shut, and the old god pulled out a bottle of liquor. He was not afraid of the cold, so he did not turn on the air conditioner. But the alcohol addiction was transmitted to him along with the virus, and at the same time, he was domineering and was happily accepted by Yang Xiaohai.

The feeling of being slightly drunk is very comfortable, and the physique is special, Yang Xiaohai will not get on his head no matter how much he drinks, and he will not have any discomfort the next day. In that case, why not?

Faint roars sounded one after another in the park, and Yang Xiaohai even saw the stump and severed arm flying into the night sky. Five minutes later, all that was left was the roar of a car engine. With the high beams on, Yang Xiaohai fiddled with the buttons of the stereo.

In a moment, the sound of soothing and soft music sounded. In the perilous end times, it seems to be heavenly. It was a song from the Wakoku Company. Yang Xiaohai couldn't understand the lyrics, but he was still immersed in the extremely beautiful singing. This is an old song, and it happens to be one of the masterpieces of Ryukyu female singers.

Yang Xiaohai fell asleep in the beautiful and long "hey, hey, hey......