Holding the water bottle, Mosilaire burped comfortably by the fire, and seemed to have completely relieved himself.

"Are you feeling better?" Bender stood up and sat down beside her.

"Well, it's a lot better." Mosilaire took off her gloves and rubbed her face with her cold, reddened fingers, to make herself look more energetic.

"What's going on?" Bender asked tentatively, "Of course, if it's not convenient, you don't have to say it. ”

"We saw a lot of messy footprints on the way back." Mosilaire gathered his thoughts for a moment and briefly told him about what had happened today, "The villains who chased us before have become damned zombies, and now they are wandering not far from the shelter. ”

"It's more than that." She suddenly took a deep breath, lowered her head and looked at the kettle in her hand in a daze, as if she was struggling with something, "I still saw it in the woods...... Something, very bad...... Stuff. ”

"It's going to get dangerous, very dangerous very quickly!" Mosilaire gritted his teeth, "I suggest we leave tomorrow, otherwise it's too late!" ”

"Why?" Feng Ke's curiosity has always been heavy, "What did you see?" ”

"You won't want to know." Mosilaire shuddered, tightened his coat, and repeated the previous sentence. "You won't want to know."

Bender frowned thoughtfully, Kaede knew that he was not suitable to ask any further, so he also closed his mouth, and only the campfire was still crackling in the small room.

"Uh-huh-"

A screeching sound suddenly sounded outside the entrance, piercing the dreary atmosphere around the fire, where the warmth and light of the campfire were inaccessible, and the snow bricks that covered the entrance were inherently chilling and terrifying in the dim light, especially as their shadows were distorted and cast onto it, forming a giant monster with teeth and claws.

It's not Santa Claus who can still visit on such a quiet cold night, and you don't expect him to pull out a gift from his white lipid wool bag that suits your heart.

The ancient building where Mosilaire and the others were living suddenly became quieter, and Bender and Kaede Ke both stopped all their movements and listened with bated breath, while Mosilaire took a deep breath and slowly pulled the charged rifle beside him.

"Uh-huh-"

The sudden sound of snow slicing came again, and struck the hearts of the unsuspecting crowd.

It's not an auditory hallucination—it's not.

"Don't move around here, I'll take a look." Both Kaede and Bender could read Mosilelle's lips, so they obediently watched as she set up her charged rifle and slowly moved towards the entrance.

"Uh-huh-"

The sound without warning and the fact that Mosilaire had reached the entrance was separated by a layer of snow bricks that was not thick, and it sounded almost like it exploded in her ears, causing her heart to inevitably contract hard.

The intense palpitations made her feel uncomfortable, but she leaned down and slowly brought her right eye to the inconspicuous vent at the bottom of the snow brick.

Limited by the height of her viewing angle, all she could see was the countless human legs and feet wandering in the pale white moonlight. They stood like dead dead trees on the white snow, barely moving, just standing silently in the cold wind, shriveled and showing them the breath of death.

They are the darkness itself, the most terrible evil thing that hides under your bed......

The fear that rose from the depths of her heart made her breath stop, and as Mosilaire stood up dizzily and tried to retreat to the warm campfire, a wizened arm suddenly pierced through the floppy snow brick, and stopped less than half a meter in front of her!

The little arms covered in ice and snow were covered with tiny bite marks, and the slender knuckles clenched repeatedly in the dim firelight, almost touching Mosilel's face!

She was so frightened that she took two steps back, almost screaming. But the zombies gathered outside the temporary shelter suddenly and consciously rushed to the entrance like sharks smelling blood, and tore the snow bricks blocking the road to pieces in an instant!

"Tuk-tuk-"

The charged bomb that was fired by Mosilaire exploded not far from everyone, and the strong binding energy body with green light not only turned the heads of the two zombies into pieces, but also hurt everyone's fragile creature eyeballs by the way.

"!" Kaede exclaimed, "How did they know we were inside?" ”

"Who the knows!" Bender tugged at the shotgun beside him and yelled at them, "Block the entrance with something, let them in and we'll be done!" ”

"There's a thing!" Feng Ke couldn't help but scold, "This place is cleaner than the old lady's face!" ”

"Oh wait—" A couple of ruined creature hibernation pods in the corner quickly caught her attention - it was really nice for such a big cumbersome creature to block the door. Of course, this kind of brutality is only possible in a crisis situation, or you could be fined a large sum of money for intentional damage to artifacts by the Empire - or simply captured and confiscated into the army - which is exactly what the Imperial military is trying to do. As far as the war stands, the conscription of the army is almost equivalent to the death penalty, and the difference between the two is only whether you are deprived of the right to know the time of death.

"Mosilel, come here and help!" Kaede ran to a sleeping pod and tried to push it to the entrance, but judging by her laborious appearance, the rusty thing wasn't too light.

"Damn it!" Mosilaire glanced at Bender, who was still sitting on the ground, and gritted his teeth, and used the charged rifle in his hand to shoot the zombies trying to get into the shelter, and then turned them behind and rushed to Feng Ke's side.

"Crunch-squeak-" The heavy old antique finally moved with the efforts of the two of them, and slowly walked towards the entrance with a strange tooth-aching cry - the fragile snow wall of the door had been drilled into many dense hollows by the shriveled zombie arms, and it was almost completely crumbling in the next moment!

"Bang!"

The sound of explosion and thunder suddenly burst into the cramped makeshift shelter, shaking the eyes of Mosilere and his men, and their men almost let go - Bender had fired!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Devastating bullets continue to erupt from the chain shotgun in his hand, buying Kaede and Mosilare enough time with the power of a volcanic explosion!

"Crunch-knock!"

With a muffled crash, the half-human-tall lump of iron finally snapped firmly to the wall of the makeshift shelter after scraping a large twisted mark, blocking the already narrow entrance, and only the mischievous snowflakes could still penetrate through the gap above unhindered.

But that wasn't enough, Mosilaire and Kaede pushed the remaining two dormant pods to the door, causing them to lean against each other in a mess, firmly guarding the entrance - now it's okay, the zombies outside can't get in, and the people inside don't want to get out.

"Whew—" Mosilaire was not going to rest for a moment, the sound of shotguns coming from here was a sign of a deadly attraction to all the walking corpses roaming around the shelter - in their barren imaginations, this strange sound usually represented fresh food, the only thing they still craved. And those zombies who have gathered at the door will never leave voluntarily as long as they smell the breath of the living, and there will always be a moment when the walking corpses will evolve into vicious consequences for the weak slapping of the steel dormant pod.

She wiped her sweaty forehead and took a deep breath of cold air. She had to kill them before these crazy scattered walking corpses evolved into an unstoppable tide.

Holding the charged rifle on the dormant pod that blocked the entrance, Mosilaire pulled the soft silicone trigger and silently responded to the furious roars of the corpses with bundles of charged bullets.

The turquoise light continued to tear through the thick night, fleeting like delicate aurora in the cloudy white eyeballs of the zombies, but the rancid blood and jet-black flesh exploded and scattered in the lyrical sound of warm charge release, and fell like rain on the extremely white snow.

The moonlight outside was dim and dim, so Mosilelle's face always seemed blurry and obscure, but every time a beam of charge shone up, her transparent eyes would shine with determination. She watched intently at her enemies, as they crowded and pushed each other like madness, revealing primitive stupidity and greed in the inevitable collision; They always like to reach out with their dirty hands, trying to reach for things that never belonged to them. Their ragged rags, or their torn bodies, cut by sharp objects, or struck by ammunition, radiated a rotten darkness all around them, she thought—and not just because of the unending hunger that tormented them, she thought.

She is still looking for her salvation, but their salvation has already come.

"Tuk ——!!!"

This tokamak empowered barrel was born of a holy bullet, enough to pierce the Nine Springs Hell buried deep underground!