A hoarse voice came out of the other party's mouth, and it didn't sound like a human voice at all.

Some are still alive, but their hearts are dead.

His torso still exists in this world, and there is only one thing he has done - revenge.

Ye Xuan looked at the person in front of him.

His hair was oily, his cheeks were thin, his lips were dry, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was dressed in dirty clothes.

He holds a machete in one hand and a skull in the other.

Ye Xuan is very familiar with his state.

When Ye Xuan saw the mirror, the people inside also looked like this.

Yan Jing put the head in his hand in front of the grave, and then muttered softly:

"Look, baby, I killed another zombie, I don't know if it's the same guy who ate your body in the first place, but I promise, I'll slaughter all these filthy things......"

Yan Jing said something different every time, but there must be this paragraph every time.

It's like using a chisel to carve these words bit by bit.

Finally, it is deeply engraved in my heart.

Ye Xuan looked at the small mound and the people standing in front of the mound with great emotion.

The original scene appeared clearly in front of Ye Xuan's eyes.

He finally clearly realized that his girlfriend had died?

I guess he must have gone through some pain before finally accepting this reality.

After chatting with his girlfriend for a while, Yan Jing turned to look at Ye Xuan.

"Thank you for those weapons and supplies."

Ye Xuan nodded and gladly accepted the other party's thanks.

Although the weapon in the other party's hand was not given by Ye Xuan himself, he had instructed the village chief.

As long as there are people who are willing to kill zombies, weapons and supplies can be supplied unconditionally. At the same time, he also kindly left a tutorial to teach everyone how to kill zombies more easily.

Ye Xuan smelled the familiar smell on the other party's body, and didn't say any nonsense such as 'rest in peace' and 'festival mourning'.

He took out a machine-gun shooter planted on a flower pot and delivered it to the other party.

Now, that's what the other side needs.

Yan Jing didn't throw down the long knife in his hand, but only took the flower pot with one hand and thanked Ye Xuan.

Then, Ye Xuan turned his head to look at the heads piled in front of the grave.

There was more than one, in addition to the one Yan Jing had just put up, there were several other heads placed in front of the grave.

These should be the results of the other party's time.

Since the other party recognized the reality, the zombie heads that have been hunted should all be here.

Some of the heads were still opening and closing their jaws, and some had completely stopped moving.

The stench coming from the skull polluted the air in this area.

No wonder there is not a single survivor nearby, and I guess those guys are not without opinions about it.

But whenever they were confronted with Yan Jing, they didn't dare to express their opinions at all.

But Ye Xuan is different, he is the boss here, not to mention that the other party is likely to bring some danger like this.

"Let's take care of these heads."

Then looking at the other party's bitter and hateful face, Ye Xuan continued:

"If you really want to pay tribute to your girlfriend, you can roast these heads over the fire."

In the end, Ye Xuan also found a reason for him.

"You don't want the environment to be polluted."

Yan Jing suddenly woke up to the fact that he didn't care if the environment was not in the environment, all he cared about was his girlfriend.

It was his negligence before, his nose had long been dulled in the battle with zombies, and now as soon as Ye Xuan reminded him, he knew that he had made a big mistake.

He actually let his girlfriend stay in such a foul-smelling place all the time.

Yan Jing hurriedly rushed down the hill, he was going to find the brazier and charcoal, and he wanted to burn the heads with his own hands in front of his girlfriend.

Ye Xuan looked at Yan Jing's departing back.

The other party is like him before, and there is nothing else in his heart except killing and killing.

At this time, he recalled the proverb of the Tree of Wisdom: 'A single dog is sometimes happier.' ’

Are you sure?

No matter how you look at the other party, it doesn't look like happiness.

Xuan Jie suddenly whispered:

"There are actually quite a few people in the village like him."

Ye Xuan nodded, this was within his expectations.

There are more than one or two who will lose everything in the last days.

Not only that, but he knew a lot more.

This information came from the collection of the village chief, and then under someone's persecution, he voluntarily handed it over to Ye Xuan.

If these people are handled well, they can become a sharp knife in the village.

But if it is not handled well, it will also become a time bomb.

Ye Xuan stood on the hillside, looking out at a certain place.

It is where these people live, and the way they act differently from ordinary people makes it difficult for them to integrate into ordinary people's lives, which also invisibly separates them.

If the tent area that Ye Xuan walked around before belonged to the side of human civilization.

Then the direction that Ye Xuan was looking at now was the savage side of human beings.

This barbarism is not a pejorative term, but a summary of their style.

It can also be said to be a style that human beings must show now.

If it weren't for Ye Xuan, the most savage guy, being in this village, there might not be a place like a 'tent area' that could have developed here.

"There's no room for people to live freely."

Ye Xuan turned his head to look at Xuan Jie.

"We need to work harder to have a happy home."

After listening to Ye Xuan's words, Xuan Jie's face turned red, and she didn't know what she thought of.

"So, you can't waste any more time on such meaningless things."

Xuan Jie: ???

Then, Ye Xuan took the lead and walked towards Wang Xian's camp.

When has it been since then, and you still have the heart to hang out here? It's time for self-reflection.

With Xuanjie?

That's not ...... It can't be too long.

How can you bring a sense of security to others if you don't work hard?

Hanging out, wasting time.

Sure enough, what the Wisdom Tree said was right, women will only affect the speed at which I draw the sword, and being single is the real future of mankind.

Ye Xuan came to the outside of Wang Xian's camp, while Xuan Jie followed him helplessly.

What about a day off today? How did you see Yan Jing and directly feel like he was beaten with chicken blood?

Then she saw Yan Jing again in Wang Xian's camp.

Oh no, it's Yan Jing who is being blood-drawn.

There were three or four guys in white coats around him, and they didn't dislike Yan Jing's dirty body, and they kept touching him with their own hands.

One of them was also carrying a blood bag, constantly collecting blood from Yan Jing's body.

Ye Xuan walked in directly, looked at Yan Jing curiously and asked:

"Didn't you say to go get charcoal? How did you come here to sell blood? ”

Yan Jing raised his head, his face full of blankness.

"I'm here to get charcoal."

"Uh, aren't you allowed in the tent area?"

Ye Xuan remembered that charcoal was used to make food in the tent area, and there should be a lot of stock, so why did Yan Jing come here to change charcoal?

"I don't have food to exchange with them."

Yan Jing explained, this means that the two have some friendship, otherwise it would be impossible for him to say so many words if he were a different person.

Although it was not what Ye Xuan thought, after listening to the other party's words, he still frowned.

There must be a lot of charcoal in the village, and there is absolutely no shortage of food, so Yan Jing still has to ask outsiders for help in exchange for what he wants.

And what about the others?

The village chief's turtle/grandson, should he really only be given a subsistence allowance?

Yan Jing was able to sell blood because he was a mutant, and ordinary people's blood was not worth a few dollars.

For these people who dare to confront zombies head-on, Ye Xuan still values them very much, at least they are qualitatively different from those cowards.

As for mental issues? It doesn't matter!

As long as people are in good spirits.

There are no mental problems like those cowards, but are they of any use?

Haven't you even built a wall?

To this day, Ye Xuan is still worried about the speed of their wall-building.

Ye Xuan has already decided that he will trouble the village chief when he goes back.

At this time, a certain white coat came out with a box of potions.

"Brother, do you want to try our virus immunity agent type I? I'll tell you, don't listen to the rumors outside, how can charcoal compare to our potion. ”

Ye Xuan looked at the potion in the other party's hand, and his face was full of tears and laughter.

People want charcoal, and you come out and sell it?

At this time, Lao Wang had already dragged a box of charcoal out.

He pushed the salesman aside.

"Go, go, it's time to show your abilities."

Yan Jing was stunned for a moment after hearing the other party's words, and then said:

"My abilities vary from person to person, there may be dangers, or there may not be any problems, which of you will come?"

Wang Xian glanced around, and when he saw Ye Xuan, he shrank significantly.

Then he said:

"I'll come and see for myself that it's more conducive to research."

After listening to his words, Yan Jing directly used his ability against him.

Wang Xian's eyes gradually lost their brilliance, and he had entered the illusion realm.

It only took three or five seconds for Wang Xian's eyes to continue to accumulate tears.

Large tears continued to slide down his eyes.

When Yan Jing unlocked his ability, he immediately rushed forward, grabbed Yan Jing's shoulders and kept shouting:

"One more time, please, one more time."

Completely lost his previous gentleness, and the whole person looked like a madman.

This is quite normal.

A large number of people are always addicted to the illusion in their hearts when they are faced with it.

Ye Xuan patted Lao Wang's shoulder, and then dragged him back a few steps from the frenzy.

"Lao Wang, hallucinations are just hallucinations after all, so it's better not to be too addicted."

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Lao Wang immediately squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.

"I ...... I just want to see them again. ”