Smoke drifted and flames billowed out.

The corpses of 11 moles, scattered at Kyungwon's feet.

It was almost impossible to find a complete head, and the worst of all was the mole that had been shot with a double-barreled shotgun, which had turned into a bloody mess of flesh, from which only a few bones and limb scraps could be discerned.

Only the last of the rat kings remained, and it was almost twice as big as the little moles.

It's fat, but it's still agile and fast.

Rushing towards Kyungwon on all fours, extremely fast.

Bang!

Deafening gunfire rang out, shotguns bombarded its body, and its entire upper body splattered everywhere like an exploding watermelon.

The rotten black flesh splattered on Kyungwon's face and slowly slid downward, leaving a trail of blood.

No matter how powerful the mutant is, it is still flesh and blood after all, and it is difficult to compete with the steel cannon.

Kyungwon easily dealt with the swarm of moles, and he was not injured, but his clothes were dirty.

The zombie horde was attracted by the movement of the guns and gathered in this direction.

Kyungwon put away the eggplant knife and shotgun, covered his hands with the swarm, and fought the zombies with his bare hands.

These zombies are pure sandbags for him, and as long as they are not of a certain magnitude, they will not pose any threat to him.

As before, there are hundreds, thousands of zombies surrounding the road, and there is a possibility of accidents, after all, two fists are invincible to four hands, and the number of zombies is large, just pressing them over, can crush people to death.

But for unknown reasons, the zombie group was evacuated, and now there are only dozens of scattered zombies left, even if they are all besieged, he can solve it.

Of course, he can not fight these zombies, but now he wants to vent, to vent that desire to tear something apart, to chew something.

He broke the zombie's ribs with a punch, and he grabbed the zombie's arm and tore it off.

He was so excited and so happy that he wanted to bite the minced meat and bones with his teeth.

He spent more than ten minutes ravaging these zombies, using them as props to vent, and his hands and body were covered in blood.

The heat distorted his vision, and the Molotov cocktails he threw out were still burning, and he suddenly came back to his senses and was startled to see the horrific corpses on the ground.

He is becoming more and more like a monster, and since devouring the microflora in the giant bull's body, he feels more and more unable to control his desires.

He often reminisces about that night, the feeling of fresh blood flowing through the microflora simulating blood vessels.

The ground was devastated, and he stood there, staring at the dancing flames, and hurriedly took off his blood-stained shirt and threw it to burn, as if burning the clothes would erase everything that had just happened.

Smelling the choking smell of burning chemical fibers, he returned to the fence, unlocked his door, picked up a bucket of cold water from the water tank, and went to the bathroom alone to rinse.

He lathered up with soap and shampoo, and finally lifted the bucket and poured it down in one go.

Feeling the flow of water, he tried to calm his mind and not think about things that he shouldn't think.

After changing his clothes, drying his hair, and making sure he looked like a person, he went to the attic to take a look at Tang Xue and Xiaobai.

It's just that his gaze couldn't stop glancing at the band-aid on Tang Xue's finger.

"You stay at home, I'll go out and have a look." Jing Yuan didn't wait for Tang Xue to reply, and went downstairs and left the house.

He sat in the garage and counted the Molotov cocktails.

The sky gradually darkened, Tang Xue pushed open the garage door, the setting sun shone her shadow in, and the dim red light seemed to squeeze the air into lead, making people breathless.

"The meal is ready." Tang Xue said.

"Hmm." Kyungwon stood up: "Let's go eat." ”

On the dining table, there is a bowl of radish and green onion soup, a plate of fried shredded potatoes, and a plate of steamed eggplant, all of which are fresh vegetables grown in the vegetable garden, which look very tender and fresh.

Tang Xue has always only eaten vegetables, not bacon sausages or canned meat, and she only eats beans to supplement protein.

In front of Kyungwon was a separate plate of large pan-fried beef ribs, which were beautifully fried and served with emerald green celery and black pepper sauce.

Kyungwon took chopsticks, picked up the fried beef ribs, and tore the meat from the bones with his teeth, rubbing the gums finely to grind the meat into fine fibers.

The fried steak smelled good, and the sauce smelled good, so he dipped the ribs in the sauce and ate it slowly.

But it's still the same as every day in the past, and I can't taste anything.

It's like chewing plastic, swallowing it in your stomach and stuffing your stomach up.

He looked up at the light, and today's solar panels were getting enough sunlight so the batteries were powered, and the ceiling lights gave a bright white light that dispelled the darkness in the room.

He lowered his head to look, Xiaobai was lying on the wall, eating the dog meal prepared by Tang Xue for him, the marble floor tiles were spotless, and even his face was reflected, but his face was shining on the smooth floor tiles, like an illusory bubble, as if it would burst when poked.

After eating, Tang Xue cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, washed the dishes, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV.

There was an old-fashioned DVD player under the TV, and after using solar energy, he connected the DVD player to the TV, took off a round CD, put it into the DVD player, and a blue light screen appeared, and the sound was playing.

Tang Xue sat beside him and watched this TV series from a long time ago with him.

"Are you feeling okay?" Tang Xue asked.

"Not so good" Kyungwon hugged the pillow and sat on the sofa that was so soft that it almost sank him in.

It was supposed to be an environment where he could relax, and he was doing something that would have made him happy, but it wasn't.

"Do you think I'm scary?" Kyungwon asked suddenly.

"Why do you ask?"

"I feel like I'm getting out of control anymore."

"There are few people in this world who can control their desires, and there are some things that cannot be controlled, no matter how self-disciplined people are, it is impossible to control themselves from sleeping, eating or drinking."

"But my desire is not to eat, drink and sleep."

"Hmm."

Tang Xue took his hand and didn't speak.

However, in the next second, Kyungwon shook her hand away

"I'll go out for a walk."

He stood up, left the couch, and walked out the door.

Tang Xue's wound hadn't healed yet, and even though there was a band-aid covering the wound, he could still smell the faint fishy smell.

He was really afraid, afraid that he wouldn't be able to control and tear Tang Xue's hand off, as long as he exerted a little force, something like this would happen.

He was horrified, because he should have thought it was a terrible thing.

(End of chapter)