Since ancient times, the people did not fight with the officials, and Xiucai met the soldiers, and it was unreasonable to say, not to mention that I didn't pay attention to it, and he found out that I was a zombie, and I was afraid that even the basin would have to be beaten into a sieve together.

I put down the basin as I said and said in a dying struggle: "Sir, I am a survivor, not a bad person. ”

Why the military attacked me, the reason is not clear, so I didn't dare to talk nonsense, and observed the other party's expression, but unfortunately the other party's upright face had no expression.

"How do you generate wisdom?" He asked.

"Huh?" I didn't understand what he meant for a moment, and stared at him stupidly.

"Zombies don't have intelligence, how do you generate wisdom." There was no curiosity or confusion in his tone, as if he was just making a routine inquiry.

He can be calm, but I can't.

Why can Uncle Beard and he recognize me as a zombie at a glance? It felt like walking down a pedestrian street with no clothes on, a secret I tried so hard to hide, but people didn't take it seriously.

Being punctured by his words completely shaken my already pitiful confidence, I opened my mouth and decided not to betray my benefactor: "Because... Because...... That one! ”

I glanced behind him, and he did look sideways, but he was very alert and didn't turn his head completely, one eye staring at me and the other behind him.

I teleported, and the gunshots rang out, and with a pop, the muffled bullet grazed my shoulder and flew against the flesh.

The pain of the flesh opening soon spread, and I grinned and covered my shoulders and continued to run for my life, knowing that even if I answered his question, he would not spare my life, because although he had no expression on his face, the way he looked at me was indifferent and cold, it was not the eyes of a living creature at all, so I would not be so idiotic as to reveal my secret.

Teleporting a few locations, I found that there were quite a few people sent by the military, who were divided into small groups and searched around the city, as if they were looking for someone or something.

They kill zombies when they see them, but they don't shoot, and if they do, they only use pistols with silencers, and I noticed that their watches light up red when zombies appear.

It seems that they use high technology to distinguish between humans and zombies, no wonder they are not soft on me at all, it turns out that I am nothing more than a monster in human skin in their eyes.

The city can't stay any longer, the military will find out about my existence, and they will definitely conduct a large-scale search, but fortunately, when I was leaving, I heard the conversation between the two soldiers, and knew that they came to eliminate the corpse.

The corpse is a monster described in the novel.,I've never heard of this thing in reality.,I'm about touching and zombies is a meaning.,Maybe it's more fierce than zombies.,Otherwise, you don't need to send so many heavily armed soldiers to deal with it.。

Out of the city, I no longer use teleportation eggs, the city is already a world of zombies, no matter how powerful Brother Bing is, he can't clean up the zombies in the whole city, not to mention that their number is a drop in the bucket compared to zombies.

Unless they use missiles, but I think there are so many zombie-infested cities that the people in power can't blow up the planet.

After narrowly escaping death, the plan to go to the capital went on as usual, and at night, when my shoulder hurt so much that I couldn't sleep, I also secretly thought that when I became a powerful monster like Godzilla in the future, I must seek revenge on that guy, turn him into a zombie, and let him taste what it was like to be hunted by humans.

But I don't like to hold grudges, and when the wound doesn't hurt the next day, I think it's a pity to turn a handsome guy into an ugly zombie, and it's good to be locked in a cage and appreciate it every day.

The spirit of Ah Q sustained me, walking through deserted villages and small towns, and I comforted myself that perhaps the survivors had moved to the big cities, where there was a solid underground offensive and military protection.

Walking south along the high-speed rail line, out of the provincial boundary, the next stop is Chunjiang City, which is undoubtedly the largest city in the region, and I hope to gain something there, after all, it is the provincial capital.

The railway is an important transportation channel, and it must be guaranteed to be smooth in wartime, so I walked along the railway line into the urban area of Chunjiang City, but I didn't see half a figure on the way, and my mood was a little low.

The platform of Chunjiang East Station was empty, and a high-speed train stopped at the place where it was about to enter the station, with blood stains on the windows and slow-moving zombies walking around the carriage.

I climbed onto the platform, there was blood all over the floor, and there were shoes, cell phones, and all kinds of belongings, but the platform was clean, and I imagined the scene when there was a train carrying survivors parked in front of the platform, and people were queuing up to board the train, and suddenly, the crowd erupted in screams, and mutated zombies appeared in the queue.

The crowd poured out like a school of frightened fish, scattered by zombies, they had no other care, scrambling to get into the car first, some were trampled on their shoes, some were knocked off their phones, and some were pushed down and their bodies trampled by the crowd.

Eventually, the train failed to fill all the survivors, and it had to leave or it would never leave.