Meng Yi ignored the crutch's words of begging for mercy and rushed forward without hesitation. His right hand, bloody and fleshy as a knife, stabbed fiercely into the dead man's face and chest.
Where is the Arbitration Committee? Can I see it?
Moreover, with such weak strength, how dare you stop others in the middle of the night?
The horror in the other person's eyes froze, and the "corpse" that had just climbed up not far away fell to the ground with a bang.
Meng Yi slowly withdrew his hand. If he was not mistaken, his right hand had just absorbed part of the other party's energy.
This made him feel a chill in his heart.
It can actually automatically replenish the consumption of flesh and blood bombs?
I originally thought that my level of acceptance had inexplicably increased, but now I still can't help but feel nauseous.
Meng Yi looked at the red mist spreading from his body, his eyes flashing.
The red mist seemed to have taken something from the other party, and then retracted into its own body.
He had some guesses in his mind and turned to look at the corpse at the beginning.
This corpse was completely unharmed by the explosion of the flesh bomb. Its physical strength was very high, so it must have been a person of divine grace when it was alive.
He walked slowly to the side of the corpse and took a quick look. It was a big man with scars on his face. His neck was at a strange angle, probably broken.
This time the red fog was quiet and did not spread out.
Do I have to kill it myself?
Meng Yi looked around and saw that the quiet streets were empty. This was normal. Few people would go out at night in a fortress city.
It's just that he was clearly acting in self-defense, but now he has to observe his surroundings carefully like a perverted murderer.
The explosion just now made quite a noise.
Tired of heart!
Let’s go home first. I hope I won’t encounter any psychopaths this time, right?
Meng Yi stepped on the ground. The road was bumpy and looked like it had not been maintained for a long time.
The torch was broken, and he could only walk on the road in the moonlight, stepping deep and shallow, and he had to worry all the time whether there were traps on the road.
He had no way of judging what the lunatics in the city would do.
Meng Yi sighed lightly and began to look through his original body's memories of this world.
Human civilization underwent a huge change thirty years ago. Overnight, the world underwent incomprehensible changes.
Anyone can become alienated and turn into a twisted, strange creature, or something that can't even be called a living thing.
Not only humans, but also birds, beasts, flowers, trees, and even inanimate objects such as stones and gravel have undergone alienation.
These mutants do not specifically target humans, they simply attack anything they see indiscriminately.
However, this is also beyond the ability of human civilization to cope with. All attempts have failed, the human population has decreased dramatically, and civilization is on the verge of collapse.
At this time, some people stood up, claiming to have obtained the protection of the gods, and began to spread knowledge of various sacrificial rituals wantonly.
After trying it out of desperation, humans began to promote this ritual, just like a drowning person grabbing at the last straw.
Even if these gods who provide protection are also twisted and evil, but... humans have no choice.
Nineteen final fortress cities were built, and human civilization struggled hard in this cursed land.
Meng Yi's face was gloomy and uncertain. The human beings in this world were basically on the verge of extinction!
Because the population is always decreasing.
Judging from his original body's memory, the current population should be much smaller than when he was a child, and many houses are occupied by their owners.
He looked at the old houses on both sides of the road and couldn't help sighing.
What kind of thing is it to let him get to this level?
Meng Yi also met three or two people with bad intentions on the way. These people had eyes like snakes and scorpions, and each of them had a strange appearance.
Perhaps it was Meng Yi's unyielding attitude that made those people feel a little hesitant, and he finally returned to his home safely.
No. 102, Block 6.
This is a slightly dilapidated six-story residential building with about forty rooms on each floor. He lives in 201 on the left side of the first floor, just up the stairs.
The building was narrow and cramped, a characteristic of fortress cities when they were first built. The stairs were only wide enough for one person to go up and down. If two people were walking opposite each other, one of them would have to step onto the platform to pass by.
It seems that the original body was not living a happy life.
Meng Yi came to the door and pushed it gently. His door didn't even have a lock.
That's miserable.
The city's electricity supply is tight, so don't expect luxuries like lights here.
Meng Yi fumbled for a key from under the floor, opened the locked wooden box at the innermost part of the room, took out a candle and lit it.
Candles…are also a luxury.
In the past, he would definitely not be willing to light it like this.
Meng Yi lowered his head to look at the lighter in his hand, which made him regain a sense of civilized society.
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