Alice gracefully walked south along the town's only main street from the town's north entrance, surrounded by a conical conescent of ice elementals. There are hundreds of these cones, and with each one, a new member will generate a new member to complete the number of icicles.

From the moment Alice stepped into town, the carnage began. Panic spreads when the first ice pick plunges into the chest of a man sleeping soundly in bed in a shantytown. The townspeople, whether they are old or children, or men and women, can't escape the lock of Alice's breath, and once locked, the ice pick will drag the blue light to draw a beautiful trajectory in the air, and Zuihou will hit the chest correctly no matter whether the target is running or lying down, or where to lie down. The ice elemental inside will then release a large amount of cold air, freezing the target into an ice sculpture.

By the time Alice reached the end of the street, there were no moving objects, and behind her stood hundreds of ice sculptures. They are like works of art by a master, and each ice sculpture perfectly captures the expression of human beings in the face of despair.

Are they all dead?

Alice suddenly looked at a gas station next to the street, the convenience store in the gas station was quiet, but Alice felt a faint biological smell appear inside. That aura is not obvious, it appears and disappears from time to time, and if she still shoots with an ice pick, Alice is not 100% sure of her hit.

So she walked towards the convenience store.

"Weishenme wants to hide, death at my hands is already a mercy, at least I will let you die for a short time, and the pain will only end in an instant. And if it were up to my fellow men, you would know what hell really is. Alice's voice was soft, like the wind whispering.

But her words went into the convenience store, drifted across the room, and Zuihou got into old Pete's ears. To the old man, this is undoubtedly a demonic whisper.

Old Peter lit himself a cigarette with a trembling hand, and then put it to his mouth and took a few puffs. The spicy smoke swirled around in his lungs, making old Peter feel a terrible pain in his lungs, but it lifted the god jīng.

He found a chair and placed it in Fang Xiangshang, who was facing the bedroom door. Old Peter bit his cigarette and sat down on the delivery chair with a gun. He pointed his rifle flat at the door, pressed his finger lightly on the trigger, and decided that whatever came in through the door would be rewarded with a shot.

Then old Peter heard footsteps.

The footsteps were thin, but crisp, like the sound of a woman's heels hitting the ground.

The sound suddenly disappeared when it reached the bedroom door, and then the door was opened, and a slender figure appeared outside the door. Old Peter pressed down the trigger almost as soon as he saw this figure, and the rifle exploded into a bright flame, and the bullet was already heading in the direction of the door. Old Peter roared and opened fire, as if he wanted to pour out his fear with the bullets.

But all of a sudden, his whole body was shocked, and old Peter only felt the coldness in his chest. He looked down and saw a sharp icicle pierce deep through his coat, stabbing into the mutant tissue, zuihou sinking into his chest.

The ice pick suddenly dissolved, but released a cold air of minus 20 degrees, and in a moment it stopped Old Peter's inactive life function, turning him into an ice sculpture in the town.

Before consciousness vanished, old Peter watched in despair as his bullet hovered in front of a woman. She was covered in freezing, and the surface of the bullet was frozen and could not hurt her at all.

Fortunately, Kim is gone. This is an old Peter Zuihou thought.

Alice walked over to the old man's corpse, and she tore open her frozen and cracked shirt, revealing the frozen layer of mutated tissue on Old Peter's body. Alice realized, "I see. ”

Because of the lack of protection measures in the wilderness, ordinary people can easily grow mutated tissue. This layer of excess muscle tissue greedily absorbs the nutrients and life force of the host like a parasite, but at the same time, because of the existence of such tissues, ordinary people can operate on the surface of the radiant shè, at the cost of shortening the life span of humans in the old era by one-third, or even nearly half.

But in the new era, it's not mutant organizations that are deadly, it's the lack of resources. Humans can evolve in order to adapt to difficult conditions, and although the process of evolution comes at a cost, they can finally survive. And life is wonderful, because of the shortening of life, the relative cycle of breeding offspring is also relatively shortened, so as to achieve the purpose of continuing the offspring. However, resources cannot be regenerated in a short period of time, so even if a body that adapts to the environment evolves, countless humans still die every day due to the lack of resources.

Alice and the others couldn't sense Old Peter's exact breath because the mutated tissue had occupied eighty percent of the old man's body, and the old man's vitality was already running out, so Alice wouldn't feel it.

Now after killing one person in the town, it took another moment for Alice to walk out of the convenience store. She looked at the gas canister at the gas station, thought for a moment, and waved her hands. Bands of blue light streaked out on the ground, creating countless ravines on the surface of the street. After doing all this, Alice threw an ice pick into the oil can, which opened a gap in the tank, and the inferior gasoline flowed out of the gap and stretched along the gully in the ground towards the rest of the town.

However, there was not much gasoline left, and it was depleted after less than a third of the way through the ravines on the ground. But that was enough for Alice, who turned and walked out of town while throwing a high-powered grenade into the gas station with a 5-second delay.

When Alice walked out of the town, a grenade exploded, and a wave of fire rose into the sky, leaving the entire town in flames.

Somewhere in the wilderness, Kim, who had already driven far away, suddenly had his heart beating wildly. The motorcycle suddenly slid and stopped, and Kim landed on the ground, he took off his helmet and looked in the direction of the town. In that direction, he felt a strong uneasiness.

Jin gritted his teeth, turned around and twisted his horsepower to rush in the direction of the town. He returned to the town an hour later, only to see the ruins of the embers.

The motorcycle is pushed to the ground by Kim, and Kim rushes into town. The gas station has been reduced to rubble, explosions have lifted convenience stores into the sky, and once-familiar places have been reduced to piles of rubble. King stood on the stone pile and shouted out old Peter's words. However, no one answered.

Kim shouted, holding out his palm towards the ruins. He first opened his five fingers, and Zuihou clenched into a fist. Suddenly, all the stones in Jin's sight exploded into powder. The impact of the explosion extinguished the nearby flames, leaving only the metal and other organic matter out of the influence of the gold's powers, but mostly distorted by the shock wave.

In this piece of sand, Kim finally saw old Peter. Strictly speaking, though, Kim only found the corpse of Old Peter.

Kim picked up the old man's body and wept bitterly, for him, this town is the closest to old Peter except for his mother. But this grandfather-like man is dead, and what makes Kim unacceptable is that Old Peter did not die of natural causes, but was killed by someone.

So did the rest of the town, and it was a massacre.

In the midst of crying, Kim suddenly felt something behind old Peter. He put old Peter on the ground and turned it over again. But I saw that the clothes on Old Peter's back had been torn off, and someone had carved this line with a knife on his back full of mutated tissues: Do you like my gift?

Here's a byline.

Zero!

Suddenly, Kim stopped crying and became unusually calm. It's just that the clenched fist is clenched and "gurgling".