I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling glanced at Western Zhou, avoiding the streets that Xi Renjie had already cleared, and walked towards the most chaotic direction.

So far, Hanshuang Street and Hanxue Street have been completely cleared by Chen Ling. Before leaving, Chen Ling also told the residents to lock their doors and windows, and not to make any noise no matter what happened, let alone open the door at will. After all, according to the regulations of those disasters The logic of killing is that this is the safest thing to do.

At this time, Chen Ling's deterrence came into effect. No one in the two streets dared to question his order. They all nodded like chickens pecking at rice, and then locked themselves in the house.

Chen Ling even felt that even if there was a big earthquake at this time and the house collapsed, not a single person in this group would run out.

Along the way, from time to time, a group of panicked residents would run wildly on the street with no target. If they encountered someone being controlled by the shadow, Chen Ling would kill them on the spot. If they were not controlled, Chen Ling would move in and stuff them in. Keep them from running around in unoccupied houses.

Chen Ling walked through one street after another, and the ground was full of broken corpses. The closer to the edge, the more corpses there were. Most of them were killed by forcibly breaking open the door, or they escaped together with a group of people. In the process, the disaster hidden in the shadow was slaughtered in one breath.

Compared with these streets, the little damage suffered on Frostbite Street can be regarded as "uninjured" clearance.

"call……"

In the ruined street, Chen Ling pulled out the dagger from the body of a chicken and let out a long sigh of relief.

More than two hours had passed since the invasion of disaster began. Chen Ling couldn't remember how many broiler chickens he had killed. His hand holding the knife was a little weak, and the magazine of his pistol was empty of several chickens, including the ones he stabbed himself with before. The knife is almost healed.

Even [Blood Clothes] was a bit unable to withstand such an intense battle, and a deep sense of fatigue filled his heart.

Just as Chen Ling numbly held the knife and walked towards the next street, his nose moved slightly and he suddenly stopped.

"It smells so good..." Chen Ling murmured to herself.

A long-lost look appeared in his gray eyes. He turned his head and looked around the Western Zhou Dynasty, found the direction from which the alluring fragrance was coming, and subconsciously stepped forward.

In this neighborhood where the smell of blood is everywhere, this aroma is like a bonfire in an extremely cold world. It is so conspicuous and warm, making people subconsciously want to get closer... Chen Ling quickened her pace, walked half the street, and finally stood there Stopped in front of a broken house.

This is a brewing shop. The door has been smashed. There are blood and mutilated limbs at the door. The raging fire is burning from the depths of the house, as if something has been ignited.

Chen Ling frowned slightly, clenched the dagger in his hand and stepped forward.

The storefront was completely in disarray. The stocky shopkeeper was holding a black stick with flames burning on the top. He was yelling and furiously smashing at a chicken that was suppressed by the remains of the wall on the opposite side.

With the beating of the fire stick, half of the body of the broiler was ignited, and the rich aroma came from its body.

"Go to hell! Go to die! Go to die!!"

"Damn it! I'm not that easy to mess with!"

"Don't you want to eat me?! I'll burn your mouth!"

The shopkeeper picked up the wine jar beside him, poured a sip into his mouth, and then sprayed it on the top of the black stick. The burning flame suddenly expanded several times, and with the courageous roar of the shopkeeper, he stuffed one end of the cock into his mouth. middle!

Swallowing the flames in one gulp, the cock's body struggled violently, and its sharp screams resounded through the shop, making the shop owner's eardrums hurt.

boom--! !

Under the severe pain, the cock finally broke free from the wall that was pressing down on him. With half of his burning body, he stumbled over a large piece of furniture and rushed towards the shop owner!

The shop owner didn't expect that this thing could still move, and his expression suddenly changed. He wanted to pull out the burning stick, but he had no chance. His body seemed to have been hit by a hot train, and it hit the wall behind him heavily. superior.

At this moment, a black figure roared towards him!

A heavy whip leg was thrown on the underside of the heavy cock, pulling it away head-on. The shop owner felt a gust of wind blowing past the door, and the centipede was kicked to the corner.

While enduring the severe pain in his chest, he raised his head and looked in front of him. He saw a young man in a black windbreaker standing there calmly, looking at the burning shadow centipede thoughtfully.

Chen Ling glanced at him, "Can you still move?"

"...Alright, not bad."

"Find a place to hide."

After saying this, Chen Ling stopped looking at him and walked straight towards the broiler.

In the corner of the room, the half-charred chicken was squirming wildly. It was no longer as ferocious and weird as before. Chen Ling casually pulled out the stick from its mouth, and the painful neighing sound of the chicken sounded again.

Chen Ling stared at it, as motionless as a sculpture.

The shop owner was disturbed by the sound of the centipede and subconsciously covered his ears. He was about to say something when he saw the figure wearing a black windbreaker and his Adam's apple rolled...

"you……"

"Don't you think it smells good?" Chen Ling suddenly said.

The shopkeeper froze.

He stared blankly at the squirming charred centipede. Perhaps because of the burning flames, the air was filled with the sour smell of burning plastic.

"What did you say?" He felt that he heard wrongly.

"It's nothing."

Chen Ling waved her hand, "Let's go."

"Don't you need my help? Although I'm not a law enforcer, I can actually fight." The shop owner finally spoke his mind.

He is really good at fighting and has a lot of brains. Becoming a law enforcer was his wish when he was young... Unfortunately, their family's financial resources are not enough to support him becoming a law enforcer. And the law enforcement officer in front of him may be the only shortcut for him to become a law enforcement officer.

Chen Ling didn't have time to say anything more to him now, so she spoke again in a low voice: "Let's go."

Seeing Chen Ling's indifferent attitude, a flash of frustration flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes. He lowered his head and finally walked out of the shop.

When Chen Ling was the only one left in the room, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the fragrant roast chicken in front of him, he couldn't help but swallow again.

She was so far away before that Chen Ling didn't feel much. Now standing in front of the broiler that was roasted by the fire, some physiological reactions could no longer be stopped... The aroma of wine and the chicken blended perfectly under the roasting of the flames. , exuding a charming drunken aroma, sweet but not greasy, very similar to the Huadiao chicken that Chen Ling used to eat.

At this moment, Chen Ling was already exhausted and hungry. As soon as she smelled the smell of wine-flavored roast chicken, her saliva couldn't stop secreting.

His reason told him that this was a disaster and must not be eaten. Who knew what was in its body? bacteria? Parasite? Or something else? But even so, he could not control his steps and slowly approached the roast chicken...