Chapter 27 There's Still a Long Time

A ferocious figure was running wildly in the corridor.

It might not be quite accurate to say that it was a sprint.

He was lying on the ground with one leg twisted in the opposite direction, and could only crawl using the remaining three limbs.

Every time he crawled, his lame leg would hit the ground hard, causing him to feel so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat.

But the vulture can't care so much now.

He gritted his teeth and swung his limbs desperately, just to increase his speed a little.

Where are you going to escape?

He doesn't know.

He only knew that if he stayed any longer he would die.

What the hell is wrong with that man!

He didn't know why he had offended such a terrifying person.

It's not because of that man and that woman.

Do you want to steal supplies?

Not true.

With Chiyou's strength, there is no need to go through so much trouble to get supplies.

Is that the hatred before the end of the world?

Was it him who broke the child's legs after getting drunk?

I heard that he has a child in high school, and after a few years, their ages do match.

Or is he a relative of the man who competed with him for a woman and was later beaten into kidney failure?

And then there's that student?

Or is she the friend of that lady from two years ago?

have no idea.

Unexpected.

He has offended so many people.

Most importantly…

Where are the people?

What about the people in the base?

Could it be... Could it be that they were all killed?

The vulture couldn't believe this guess.

Indeed, Chiyou walked into the room with a long sword in hand.

But now it was almost night, and everyone had returned to their rooms to do their own things. It was very likely that Chiyou had not encountered many enemies along the way.

Why! Why is it so quiet in the base now!

The vulture screamed in his heart and he crawled around a corner.

Then, the answer came.

A sturdy arm appeared in front of the vulture. He recognized the tattoo on the arm. The owner of the arm was the strongest person in this stronghold. His level was far beyond that of ordinary people, allowing him to move freely among the zombies.

But now, the opponent was cut into several pieces and laid on top of the other corpses.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

If I had to use one word to describe it, these four words would be the most appropriate.

The bodies of more than thirty people were spread out on the corridor carpet like decorations.

It's not just as simple as being killed.

There are basically no good people in this stronghold, and as a member of the mob, Vulture knows very well that if they encounter an enemy that cannot be defeated, it is impossible for everyone to resist the opponent all the time, but they will choose to escape at the first opportunity.

But these people did not escape from the 20-meter corridor.

What a terrifying speed and killing efficiency.

You know, after evolution, they only needed one second to run twenty meters. Even so, these people still could not escape Chiyou's blade.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

To run.

Must run.

He had finally been able to ride on the heads of those passing by and act tyrannically. He had only been enjoying this kind of life for a few days. How could he die in such a place!

“Tap, tap, tap…”

The sound of footsteps, like a death warrant, made the vulture emotionally devastated.

He bit his lips hard, blood spurted out from between his teeth, his facial features were twisted, and his face was covered with tears and snot.

What a wolf.

Chiyou, who was hanging at the back, thought so.

Garbage is garbage.

If he were a person of character, he should have looked glamorous even when facing death, instead of looking like a lame dead dog like he is now.

To this day, he still can't understand why he died from the betrayal of such a person.

Why didn't he notice this at all?

He is not some idiot who thinks highly of himself.

Is it because these three people’s acting is too good?

If the three of them had this ability, Chiyou would not look down on them so much.

In his previous life, if there hadn't been a real shortage of manpower, and if they were the only ones who could do whatever it takes to execute orders, Chi You wouldn't have accepted these pieces of trash as his subordinates.

Because of this, Chiyou never trusted them 100%, but at the last moment, he still trusted the three of them as if his brain was blinded by lard.

Is this the power of the protagonist's halo?

Not only will you encounter many adventures, but you can also lower the IQ of your enemies.

If this is true, we have to think carefully about our future strategies.

After all, no matter how perfect a strategy is, it still requires the wisdom of the executors. If the IQ of the executors and planners plummets, even the most perfect plan will fail.

"So before I can really think of a solution, I can't become his enemy, or at least I can't let him think of me as his enemy."

Chiyou frowned in displeasure.

Even though he is at a high level now, Chiyou's intuition tells him that no matter how much power he has overwhelms the protagonist, he will definitely fail if they really fight.

It's not that Li Shouyun can suddenly burst out and kill Chiyou, but Chiyou feels that there is a high probability that he will be interrupted by some accident, or that Li Shouyun will be seriously injured and escape, and then get some opportunity to become stronger and come back for revenge.

During the years that Chiyou followed Li Shouyun in ghost state, all villains stronger than Li Shouyun ended up dying in the same way.

“Tsk.”

Chiyou sighed and became more and more annoyed.

"So, I'm so upset, can't you just struggle a little longer and give me more pleasure?"

Chiyou stepped on the back of the vulture's head and twisted it left and right as if he was putting out a cigarette butt.

From the beginning, the vulture's crawling speed slowed down a lot. He just walked through a corridor full of broken glass, and his fingers were cut by the sharp glass, bloody and mangled. Every touch was excruciating pain.

But the real reason he stopped was probably because he figured out what Chiyou was doing.

From the very beginning, Chiyou had no intention of letting him leave alive.

It's all just a game of cat and mouse.

"Pah."

Maybe the nose collapsed, and blood spurted out along with a strange sound.

"Why...why..."

A faint sound came from under Chiyou's shoes.

Why kill him?

Why torture him?

Maybe that's what you were thinking.

Chiyou did not answer, but broke his remaining three limbs, grabbed his hair, and went to the floor-to-ceiling window on the fourth floor, where many zombies gathered.

Chiyou tied the vulture to a chair and took out a small knife from his waist pocket.

"I remember that you used to like playing a game very much."

Chiyou said as he cut the vulture's skin with a knife.

"You like to tie up those who offend you, cut a wound with a knife, and then sprinkle salt into it. You said that listening to their screams of pain would give you great pleasure."

"exactly."

Chiyou has an extra card in his hand.

"I have a bag of salt."

“Stop…Stop! Stop!”

After hearing Chiyou's words, the vulture sitting on the chair waiting to die began to struggle frantically, but it was of no use except making his blood spurt out more.

Snot and tears welled up again because of fear, and at the same time, a pool of liquid gathered on the chair along with a foul smell.

"There's still an hour until dark, so we can still spend a lot of time together. If you can't handle this, it will be very frustrating."

As soon as he finished speaking, white crystals spilled out, pouring over the vulture's bloody body like a rainstorm. The next moment, hysterical screams echoed throughout the empty stronghold.

“Ahhhh!!!”