"Hahaha... ha..." Zhang Huai suddenly laughed, and he fell forward and backward with laughter: "Apocalypse, what a good era, zombies eat people, and people eat people too!"
He thought his experience was painful and desperate enough, but he didn't expect that his parents were actually used as reserve food!
"MD, shut up!" The young man holding a baseball bat shouted angrily, rushed over, and hit Zhang Huai hard with the baseball bat in his hand.
The smile on Zhang Huai's face deepened, becoming very strange.
The young man felt a chill in his heart, paused, and slowed down his pace.
Zhang Huai pulled out his gun, pointed it at the boy's eyebrows, and pulled the trigger.
Bang--
There was a hole between the boy's eyebrows. He opened his eyes wide, and blood slowly flowed out of the hole and slid down his nose, bright red.
"He has a gun!"
When the boy fell to the ground, everyone reacted and stepped back, looking at the gun in Zhang Huai's hand in horror.
Bang—bang—bang—
Several consecutive gunshots scared the mob so much that they turned and ran away.
"Why are you running? Stop, don't run. He only has one gun and limited bullets. Once he runs out of bullets, he'll be like a toothless rat at our mercy!"
Someone shouted loudly, trying to control the running crowd.
Bang--
Zhang Huai locked onto the person who was speaking and pulled the trigger.
The man rolled on the ground and narrowly avoided the bullet.
After Zhang Huai killed several people, the bullets in the magazine were empty.
He pulled the trigger, but heard only a click, and no bullet was fired.
"He's out of bullets!" someone shouted.
Those who fled in panic looked at Zhang Huai hesitantly, confused and uncertain, and no one approached him.
They were not sure whether Zhang Huai really had no bullets left, and no one was willing to risk their life to test it.
Zhang Huai's gun was indeed out of bullets.
He pulled the trigger again, but there was only a blank click.
"We're really out of bullets! Everyone, come on! Catch him!"
Zhang Huai stared at the gun in his hand, click, click... No matter how he pulled the trigger, there was no bullet.
Looking up, I saw people rushing towards me, brandishing weapons with murderous intent and excitement on their faces.
He gripped his gun tightly and rushed towards them with a roar.
When Zhang Huai rushed forward, his whole body was covered with iron sheets, and the gun in his hand changed shape and became a sharp dagger.
The kitchen knives, sickles and hoes fell on him with a thud-thud sound, and his dagger cut through the aorta of one person after another.
Those who were still alive were terrified and tried to run away, but Zhang Huai caught up with them and tore off their hands and feet.
Amidst the miserable cries and screams, someone knelt down in front of Zhang Huai: "Please, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Once there is a leader, there will be a second one. Everyone wants to live, and the remaining few people kneel on the ground and kowtow and beg for mercy.
"Please, let me go, don't kill me, I was wrong..."
Zhang Huai laughed out loud. He pointed at the cart with the large iron cage and said, "Let you go? Did they beg you like that?"
The anger in his eyes was constant: "Let you go? Who will let me go!"
He cut off their hands and feet with the sharp blade in his hand and laughed crazily.
Zhang Huai stood in a pool of blood, his body swayed and he fell to the ground.
The air was filled with blood, attracting zombies from the surrounding area. The fresh food everywhere that they couldn't escape made them very excited, and they pounced on it to feast on it.
They had no interest in the iron lump and didn't even look at Zhang Huai.
Those who were still awake watched the zombies eat their flesh and blood, and let out miserable wails.
When Zhang Huai woke up, he didn't know how much time had passed. He was still covered in iron sheets, and the blood-stained soil around him had turned black.
The zombies are nowhere to be found, but the traces on the ground show that they have been there.
He stood up and walked to the SUV.
The iron sheet on his body faded away little by little. Zhang Huai looked at his hand. He clenched his fist, which was covered with iron sheet, and punched through the car window glass.
A rotten smell filled the air.
He opened the door and walked in. The fucking body had already rotted and corpse fluid was all over the floor.
Those people in the cages who were missing limbs died because no one cared about them during this period.
Zhang Huai fell to his knees and banged his forehead heavily on the ground.
if…
If he hadn't left alone to find food...
If he hadn't been so kind as to save Baldy at that time...
Zhang Huai closed his eyes tightly, feeling sad, devastated, self-blaming and regretful.
But no matter what, his parents would never come back.
He kowtowed again and again, and soon his forehead was covered in blood.
"Dad, Mom... your son will come to you right away." A sharp blade appeared in his hand and he slashed towards his neck.
He was disappointed and hopeless with the world.
His parents are no longer with us.
His enemies were also dead.
Zhang Huai closed his eyes, and the image of his mother before her death appeared in front of him.
"Let's go, let's go."
"Live well, mom loves you."
The blade that was slashing towards his neck curled up instantly, and tears slid down his face.
A convoy passed through Yunsang County.
Bai Wenrou saw the convoy and quickly stood up and waved her arms: "Stop, stop!"
Song Yang hadn't eaten for the past two days and was very hungry. His recovery speed was extremely slow. He was out of breath after walking a few steps.
When he heard Bai Wenrou asking the convoy for help, it was too late for him to stop it.
The convoy drove towards this side and slowly stopped in front of the two people.
"Phew, that's great, we are saved!" Bai Wenrou said happily.
Song Yang didn't want to talk to her.
Several people got out of the car at the back of the convoy, pointing their guns at them.
The smile on Bai Wenrou's face froze.
Song Yang glanced at her and raised his hands in surrender.
Bai Wenrou was afraid that they would shoot, so she quickly made a gesture of surrender, but she was extremely devastated inside.
Even if she was stupid, she knew that the situation was not right. She seemed to have provoked someone she shouldn't have provoked...
They were taken into a car with several large iron cages, each containing a zombie.
After Bai Wenrou's life-or-death escape in the gymnasium, her fear of zombies deepened. Now seeing so many zombies in the car, she couldn't breathe, rolled her eyes, and fainted.
Of course, it was also because she was hungry for two days after having her blood drawn.
Song Yang and Bai Wenrou were locked in an empty cage. Song Yang observed his surroundings silently, without speaking or resisting. Even when he saw zombies in the car, he did not react much.
There were several people with guns in the car, keeping a close eye on the zombies in the cage, and they didn't pay any attention to Song Yang and Bai Wenrou.
At this time, a young man in a white suit and a pair of white leather shoes got on the car with a white handkerchief in his hand covering his mouth and nose.
"Sir." Everyone bowed respectfully.
The man walked over and his eyes fell on Song Yang and Bai Wenrou.
A middle-aged man walked out from behind him and said to the others, "Open the cage and bring the person over."
Two people immediately came over, opened the cage, dragged Song Yang and Bai Wenrou out, and pressed them at the young man's feet.
He slowly squatted down, took out a small and exquisite instrument from his arms, circled it around Song Yang, and then circled it around Bai Wenrou.
The young man sighed, stood up, and said with some disappointment: "They are all ordinary people."
"Sir, do you want to take it back?" asked the middle-aged man behind him.
"Of course, even ordinary people have research value." The young man said calmly: "Let's go, it's time to go back."
Ordinary people, research value.
Song Yang caught these two words.
"Wait a moment." Song Yang said, stopping the young man: "Sir, are you looking for someone with special abilities?"
Wei Yun coughed. The smell in the car made him feel uncomfortable, but he still turned around and looked at Song Yang: "Do you know any psychics? Where are they?"
Song Yang shook his head. "I don't know his exact location, but I know the direction he left. He's a very special person with special abilities. I think you'll be interested, sir. Of course, he's very powerful and dangerous."
Wei Yun stood at the car door, covering his mouth and nose, and did not leave. After a while, he chuckled and said, "What superpower?"
Song Yang: "Ice type, can also create illusions."
"Hallucination?" Wei Yun knew that there were five types of superpowers: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, but this was the first time he knew that there were people who could create hallucinations.
He licked his dry lips: "Interesting."
Wei Yun turned around and got out of the car, and instructed the middle-aged man beside him: "Take him away, clean him up, and treat him well."
"Yes, sir."
Fan Xin rested in the manor for two days. In addition to feeding the zombies, she tried to use her mental power to carve symbols on objects that could connect to her space.
She had this idea in her previous life and had been trying, but she never figured it out until she died.
But Fan Xin didn't think her idea was unrealistic. Her intuition told her that this thing was feasible, but she just hadn't found the right method yet.
After another failure, Fan Xin rubbed her eyebrows and looked at the dehydrated and dried vines on her shoulders.
Although it was severely dehydrated, this thing was not dead yet.
This thing is half of the body of the Dome Tunnel. It can absorb human blood and feed it back to the Dome Tunnel. It can also be used as a weapon for the Dome Tunnel. More importantly, it can combine reality to weave illusions.
Once humans fall into an illusion, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
In her previous life, Qiongsui used illusions to guide humans to attack her. She didn't want to hurt those innocent people, so she was particularly restrained.
Of course, the vines now are not as powerful as when she encountered the dome tunnel in her previous life.
This time she was able to use the illusion because she used her mental power to stimulate the vines, forcing it to drain itself.
This has resulted in the vines being in a very weak state.
Fan Xin glanced at the dome tunnel that was staring at the vines. It was very different from the strong and treacherous zombie king in his previous life.
Too far apart?
When Fan Xin thought of this word, he was stunned.
The things she had used before to establish a connection with space included crystal cores, stones, diamonds, etc. She had used many more materials, but none of them were successful.
However, although these things are placed in the space, they have nothing to do with the space.
When Fan Xin thought of this, he felt that his chest, which had no heartbeat, was emitting the sound of his heart beating violently.
She took a deep breath, quickly returned to her room, and took out a leaf from the space.
Spiritual trees are cultivated in space, and their connection with space is stronger than anything else.
Fan Xin closed his eyes and began to use his mental power to establish a connection.
Her mental power flowed along the veins of the leaves, covering the veins on the leaves with her mental power.
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