I tried to keep myself calm and rational. I observed their footsteps and found that their walking posture was too awkward. They were dragging their feet. Moreover, their heads were sticking forward with their nostrils, and their bodies moved extremely unnaturally. Their hands were raised stiffly, and they would never look at the weapons on their pants.

It seems that they don't have souls, but are just zombies. The threat is half reduced. Besides, they are all sniffing their noses, probably relying on human breath as a basis. I immediately said, "Hold your breath!"

The girls immediately pinched their noses in unison, and the zombies immediately lost their direction. Some of them bumped into each other, some walked around and changed direction. In short, they were basically all confused.

But holding your breath won't last long, you have to find a way. According to common sense, these corpses have no nervous system, let alone muscles to support them walking. They can't even stand up, and their movements are disordered. There is no way they can come back to life, they are just like puppets being controlled.

This doesn't make sense. From all indications, they don't have souls at all. They just act on instinct. But if they don't have souls, where does their power come from? They move as they are told. Even in the theory of ghosts and gods, this doesn't fit.

Legend has it that zombies are mostly formed by resentment condensing in the throat and absorbing negative energy. It can be seen that some of these guys don’t even have a throat, so how can they condense a ghost!

Not even zombies.

Just when I was about to suffocate, I saw some kind of liquid continuously flowing out of the spines of several of them. I needed to breathe, so I immediately let go. They immediately found their direction and moved towards me, but I immediately sealed it again, and they moved away again. When I breathed, I smelled a odor that always felt familiar.

"Underground factory!" I shouted, and in excitement, I let go of my hands.

Yunwen immediately pinched my nose with her other hand, shook her head at me, and told me to stop doing that.

I smiled and pushed her hand away, and said to the girls, "Listen to me, there is nothing to be afraid of. They are not zombies, but their bodies are controlled by some kind of virus. Their movements are awkward and even deformed, and they are very likely to self-harm. If they have human consciousness and instinct, they will never act like that. Now these corpses are just being manipulated by groups of virus tissues, like puppets. If that's the case, there is no need to be afraid! Since ancient times, the best way to deal with viruses is..."

"Fire!" Song Bailu answered immediately.

I nodded, picked up the torch, walked forward, looked at the groups of "zombies" coming towards me, picked up the torches from the bonfire on the ground, and walked towards them. After getting rid of the superstitious elements that we had arbitrarily added to them, they were not so scary anymore, just a group of hideous puppets.

"Everyone, keep plugging your noses and enjoy the show. Next up is the finale of tonight's bonfire party," I said confidently.

This made Yunwen very anxious. She also loosened her hand and shouted while panting: "Zhou Bo, don't mess around and don't try to be a hero!"

I didn't listen to her. Instead, I raised my palms above my head towards Bailu, with my elbows bent and my palms covering my head. She immediately understood and raised her wrists to cheek height and made a fist towards me. Then, she immediately grabbed Yunwen and covered her nose with her other hand.

This is the gesture used by special forces and special police operations. What I meant was "cover me", and Bai Lu clearly expressed "understood".

Because I was panting, those "zombies" all walked towards me, and I led them step by step to the edge of the iron fence. I held a torch in my hand, not afraid of anything coming, and said to them: "The dead are gone, they should rest in peace. Although you may not have been good people when you were alive, you still had to be toyed with after death. This is a bit too much. Be a good person to the end. Brothers, I will send your souls to rest in peace on this Ghost Festival when the gates of hell are open."

Then, I stretched out my hand and closed my eyes. It was a southeast wind, with a slightly stronger wind that could make the trees sway. The wind speed was about 8 to 9

m/s. Judging from their voices, they move about 20 to 30 steps per minute, which is slower than the average walking speed of women.

After making these judgments, I raised the torch in my hand, calculated the distance, and chanted: "Three, two, one!"

It was thrown out violently, and the wind carried the torch directly to the center of the corpses. The guy who was hit was the guy with the grenade on his waist. Hearing the sound, the torch just touched his waist with a thud, and his hand groped for it.

I quickly hid behind a tree and yelled to the girls, "Get down!"

With a loud bang!

Suddenly dust flew up, and those "zombies" were blown to pieces. There were thirty or forty of them, and in the blink of an eye, only scattered bones were left. I also sighed and planned to go over and light them one by one, burning all the virus tissues hidden in their bodies, and giving them all a thorough "cremation".

After the smoke cleared and I could see the situation clearly, I walked back to the campfire. The girls were all lying on the ground with their eyes closed. They were very obedient and did not dare to sit up until I asked them to return to their normal position.

I held a torch and asked them to wait here for me and listen to Bai Lu's unified instructions. I went over to continue cleaning up the battlefield.

Then I cut off the leafy branches, dug a pit, swept all the broken bones together, found some dry branches and lit them and threw them in. It wasn't long before a big fire started, and there was a crackling sound in the pit. The black air was particularly suffocating.

When I saw the fire rising, I moved away to avoid inhaling it. Considering that they were soldiers when they were alive, I saluted them.

At this moment, an explosion sounded. I turned around and saw a figure jumping down from the closed window room on the second floor of the blockhouse. It was the corpse I saw lying under the bed that day, and the guy who I guessed was the one who had been banging his head against the wall.

Unexpectedly, although its walking posture was strange, its speed was faster than the other "zombies". It walked towards this side, getting closer and closer. Then I noticed that perhaps it was because of the frequent collisions with the brain, which generated movement, as if the brain was still in regular activities, so that it was not corroded by Yin Qi and had not been decomposed by fungi like other body tissues.

"Oh my god, you can do this? So this is what banging your head means." I was extremely surprised.

He pulled out the Desert Eagle from his waist, his movements like a robot, but when he opened the safety, the posture of his finger pulling the trigger was very standard. Before I could react, bang, the guy actually fired!

The outside of my thigh was burning with pain, and when I touched it I felt a streak of blood. The guy shot me in the abdomen, but his elbow didn't have enough muscle to withstand the recoil of the gun, so the shot missed and only hit the outside of my thigh.

It was a close call!

Obviously, those viral tissues are controlling the brain, so the memory system is used to fully utilize the skilled shooting posture, etc., which is difficult to deal with.

I can't hide now. If I hide, it will easily draw this guy's attention to Yunwen and the others. He has a gun in his hand and a brain to use. With a brain, he has the ability to analyze and adjust. He can calculate the error caused by the recoil when he shoots, just like me. If he shoots again, his accuracy will be greatly improved.

Since I couldn't hide, I had to deal with it. I picked up a stone from the ground. He kept approaching me, raised the pistol in his hand, and pointed it at my head. I also aimed at his brain. In this confrontation, we each only had one chance.