Global Distortion: The Mutation Frenzy of Billions of Lives

All in one go.

The rotten corpse that was whimpering was killed instantly by Yang Feng.

The woman near it was immediately covered by Yang Feng's mouth to prevent her from screaming, so as not to attract more monsters.

"Woo woo woo woo~~"

The woman struggled and instinctively wanted to scream, but she couldn't make a sound.

Her eyes shrank suddenly, first in shock, then panic, and then anger and sadness.

"Xiaopang... Xiaopang..."

Tears flowed from the corners of the woman's eyes, looking at the decapitated rotten corpse, whimpering his name.

Xiaopang Spicy Hotpot.

The rotten corpse that was just beheaded was the chef and boss, a chubby young entrepreneur who was somewhat friendly.

"Woo woo woo."

Yang Feng no longer held the woman down, and she broke free and ran to the rotten corpse, crying while hugging the corpse.

Look carefully.

Xiaopang's neck, wrists, thighs... were all tied with ropes, for fear that he would hurt his girlfriend.

Got it.

Yang Feng immediately understood what happened.

The distortion of the spirit is contaminating to ordinary people.

The corpse monster, biting or scratching humans, has a high probability of contaminating the victim.

Once infected, unless the will is particularly strong, it will slowly turn into a monster that has completely lost its reason and thinking over time.

"Your boyfriend is infected."

"To protect you, he tied himself up, is that right?"

Yang Feng squatted down and checked the remains of Xiao Pang, and by the way, he made a small cut from the dead point of the back of his neck, and luckily took out a corpse tumor.

The woman glared and turned her head to look at Yang Feng fiercely.

"You deserve to die!!"

"You killed Xiao Pang, you killed Xiao Pang!!"

The woman watched her boyfriend die, even though Xiao Pang had turned into a corpse monster, it was hard for her to accept it, and her eyes were full of anger.

The woman pulled out a kitchen knife and pointed it at Yang Feng tremblingly, but she still didn't make up her mind to stab him.

"Huh?"

Yang Feng lowered his head and looked at the woman's thigh.

The originally white thighs had some organic fluid residues, which smelled darkly.

"The apocalyptic disaster broke out, and the oppression and fear really drove people crazy."

"But you... knew he was mutated, but you still had sex with him. Don't you want to live anymore?"

Yang Feng saw through the woman's little secret at a glance. The remaining yellow organic fluid was actually caused by some kind of relationship with the rotten fat man while he was imprisoned.

"What does it matter!!"

"He is my boyfriend. Let's become monsters together and die together!!"

The woman was a little hysterical, and the anger in her eyes burned into madness. Finally, she looked at the fat man on the ground again, mustered up the courage to hold the knife and rushed over.

Ding.

Metal and iron clashed.

The bone blade chopped on the kitchen knife, making a metal collision sound, and then half of the kitchen knife fragments flew backwards and inserted into the crack in the wall.

The woman also fell slowly and died in the arms of the fat man's remains.

Yang Feng gave her a quick death, so that she did not suffer too much pain, and instantly lost consciousness and life.

Poor mandarin ducks.

A young couple who were originally thriving, full of happiness, and had a successful love and career, died in a cruel and twisted apocalypse.

Their behavior may be very crazy in the eyes of outsiders.

But Yang Feng knew... it was actually this twisted apocalypse that was crazy.

"There are very few things that can be used."

"Gas tanks can be made into weapons."

Yang Feng sighed for a moment, and then began to search the back kitchen to see if there were any tools worth collecting.

Cooking tools.

Sharp kitchen knives.

Two spare gas cans.

Yang Feng has a bone blade, so he doesn't need weapons, but gas tanks are good things that can be made into homemade bombs.

"There are still some cold fresh meats in the freezer, oden."

Yang Feng finally opened the freezer, where some meat ingredients for spicy hot pot were placed, but for him, there was no shortage of supplies, and there was still a large truck of food looted from home.

"Record it."

Yang Feng took out a booklet and drew a simple map.

Outside the apartment building, the location of Xiaopang Malatang was marked, and two gas tanks and some cold meat were written down for future collection.

"Keep hunting."

Yang Feng hunted nearly 10 corpse tumors tonight, but he was still not satisfied. The remaining physical strength was enough to continue hunting.

This back kitchen has two doors.

One leads to the store and the front street, and the other leads to the back alley.

The back alley connects some old neighborhoods, which are relatively old and dilapidated. There are some vegetable shops and raw meat shops, as well as several affordable small supermarkets.

There is no large-scale corpse tide, which is relatively safe and suitable as a new hunting ground.

"Something is wrong."

Something is wrong.

Yang Feng opened the back door and clearly felt the abnormal atmosphere.

The ground of the dilapidated alley has been in disrepair for many years, leaving many potholes.

The raw meat shop and the vegetable shop are connected together, and over time, there are many stains on the signboard.

Even though it was so dilapidated… the number of rotting monsters in the back alleys of the street should not be so small, only a dozen or so monsters.

Bang.

Bang, bang, bang.

The heavy sound of chopping came from the raw meat shop not far away.

Yang Feng's heart trembled, hiding in the shadows, and approached the shop.

The air trembled, as if it turned into circles of ripples, forming a clearer three-dimensional image, showing a huge figure.

Butcher.

It was a deformed monster.

It was more than two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over its body. The blue veins under its skin were as ferocious as earthworms, and its back was as strong as a hill.

A trace of azure blue marks covered its skin, like the marks left by steel after forging and remelting.

It held a large butcher knife in its hand and chopped hard at the blurred piece of meat in front of it, breaking the tough bones and cutting deep cracks on the chopping board.

What was it chopping? ?

It was not slaughtered pigs and sheep, but...

"Blue Sea Pattern!!"

Yang Feng immediately recognized that the azure blue indigo color on the butcher was the proof of the blue sea pattern level.

When the purity of the deformed spiritual essence reaches a certain level, it will show this color, which means that its level is --- blue sea pattern level! !

[Deep Steel Corpse]

Stage: Juvenile.

Rare Grade: Blue Sea Pattern.

A powerful alien species that evolved from a special organ parasite. Its body muscles are as hard as steel and can easily withstand small-caliber firearm bullets.

Alien species!!

It turned out to be a sea pattern-level alien species. The rarity of the Deep Steel Corpse is very high. Every time it appears, it will cause great trouble to humans.

If this monster with a body comparable to a tank can continue to evolve and reach the level of [Indigo Steel Corpse], it will be truly invulnerable.

"Very good."

"My body is getting hot."

"Finally, I met a monster that can give me a little sense of oppression."

Yang Feng slowly stood up from the shadows, and the ghost face showed an excited and tearful smile. The desire to fight and kill made the blood in his body become hot.