fictional doomsday

Soon the previously dismissed villagers formed a convoy again. Wu Xian frowned when he saw this, but it was not good for him to disgrace his elders at this time.

In fact, if you encounter mutated zombies, the number of people will have no effect at all, but will become a burden.

Wu Xian got into the modified van again, while her mother stayed at home. The van had a large space and was modified, so it was not a problem to seat four or five people.

In just two or three minutes, the car drove from the newly built villa area in the village to the village cultural hall.

After Wu Xian got out of the car, he saw his father and several uncles and uncles were about to get off, but he waved his hand and said: "Don't get down yet, I'm going to check the situation first!"

Hearing Wu Xian's words, Wu Jianguo immediately became unhappy. He slapped Wu Xian on the head and cursed: "You kid, hide behind. Even if there is danger, we adults will go first!"

Li Xinghua also smiled and patted Wu Xian on the shoulder, "Let us do this kind of dangerous thing!"

Wu Xian was a little touched when he heard this, but this kind of thing is no joke. Wu Xian thought about it but couldn't stop his father, so he first used the "controller" power to sense the cultural auditorium.

Originally, because Wu Xian didn't have much mental power left, he didn't want to use the controller and waste his mental power, so he just opened the door and went in to take a look. Even if he encountered an evolved zombie, he had the "prophet" around, even if his life was in danger. Predicting it in advance, there is no other way now but to expend mental energy to explore first.

When Wu Xian's "controller" perception covered the entire village cultural hall, Wu Xian discovered that there was a very powerful creature on the second floor of the cultural hall, while the number of zombies in the building was only a dozen. Compared with Uncle Li, There are some discrepancies in the quantities they describe.

This is enough to prove that the zombies must have devoured each other, although the life intensity has not reached the level of the various evolved zombies Wu Xian encountered before.

But what Wu Xian is sure of is that this zombie has either just evolved, or is not too far away from evolutionary mutation.

Seeing this, Wu Xian no longer considered the issue of face, but directly shouted: "Don't go there, there has been devouring inside, the mutated zombie is on the second floor, it is very dangerous!"

When Wu Jianguo heard his son's words, he stopped immediately and looked at his son strangely.

Li Xinghua on the side asked a little strangely: "How do you know? Can you still see through it? Or are you just guessing?"

Wu Xian was speechless for a moment. At this time, he looked at Uncle Zhang, whom his father had just introduced to him. Since he had a high school degree and had been a teacher, he must be more sensible than his father and Uncle Li.

So Wu Xian said: "Uncle Zhang, help stop me. If you really don't believe it, you can send someone to open the door. You said before that the zombies were locked in. There must be a lot of zombies on that floor. Now open the door and see Look, there’s not one downstairs!”

After hearing what Wu Xian said, Zhang Youmin also believed it. After all, this kind of thing is easy to prove. If it is as dangerous as Wu Xian said, then they really can't open the door rashly. If they are attacked, they will turn into zombies. It’s really not worth the gain.

Thinking of this, Zhang Youmin shouted, "Old Wu, Lao Li, let someone else open the door. It's better to be safe!"

Wu Jianguo and Li Xinghua looked at each other and were a little scared. They were pretending not to be afraid before. After all, they couldn't lose face in front of the younger generation. Now Zhang Youmin also spoke, and they retreated down the slope. return.

Wu Xian was relieved after seeing that his father was not taking any risks.

Although he determined the location of the mutated zombie, he was not sure what type of mutated zombie the opponent was. If it was a speed-evolved zombie, and if it really launched an attack instantly, Wu Xian was not sure whether he could save it in time, so He would rather go to some trouble and have his father persuaded to quit.

However, after my father and Uncle Li left, no one was left to open the door. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was something fishy about this and it must be very dangerous.

Usually, even when fighting zombies, Wu Xian's father and a few friends would take the lead, and the villagers would follow behind. If you want someone to stand up and die, not many would be willing.

In fact, everyone is afraid of death, but some people are brave and some are timid, some people have heavy responsibilities, some people have light responsibilities, and the choices they make are different.

Seeing that he was at an impasse, Zhang Youmin thought for a while and shouted: "Old Wangtou, go and open the door. Don't worry, we are all behind you. This is done, and I will reward you with a pot of old wine!"

An old man in his sixties or seventies stood up from the crowd, shaking his head like a rattle, and said with a reluctant look on his face: "If you don't do it, it will definitely be very dangerous. I want to buy my old man's life with a pot of old wine. I don't want to do it anymore." Not stupid!"

Zhang Youmin also didn't expect that this old man usually obeyed orders and happily took over whatever was asked, but this time he wouldn't agree even if he was offered benefits.

Li Xinghua immediately became unhappy when he saw this. He shouted in a loud voice: "Old Wangtou, you are seventy-two years old, and you haven't lived enough yet? You are so afraid of death, and you have no wife or children. What kind of world is it now?" If we hadn't taken pity on you and given you food, you would have gone outside and taken a look. In which village would there still be an old man alive?"

"They have all died a long time ago. In our village, Lao Wu had the foresight to stockpile food and let everyone carry it through the first week or two. Only then would everyone in the village be where we are today. Otherwise, you would have been infected by those People were bitten to death! Are there not many people infected in the village?"

Old Wangtou blushed when Li Xinghua scolded him like this. He had also seen with his own eyes the scene of people being bitten to death after being infected by the virus.

At that time, he was planning to go to the small market in a neighboring village to get some food. He just got on his bicycle and went out. Within two minutes of riding, he saw people in the village hugging each other and fighting. The fight was so fierce that blood was visible.

One of them screamed for help after being beaten, and the other one was stunned and grabbed the other person's neck and bit it tightly.

When Lao Wangtou saw them, he wanted to start a fight. Although he was a bachelor, he didn't know the parents of the middle-aged people in the village, and he still had some prestige.

But when he landed with one foot on the ground and was about to curse, he saw the biting guy and turned to look at him. The son of the old Li family had blood on his face and was still biting broken pieces in his mouth. Meat, it looked scary, and he was immediately frightened.

I just wanted to run away quickly to avoid getting into trouble. At most, I would call the police or something.

Fortunately, before Lao Wangtou got off the bicycle, he kicked off his feet and got back on the bike. Then he saw Lao Li's son chasing him like crazy. How could he not run away? ride, and then shout for help.

I happened to pass by the door of Wu Xian's house. It was only the second day after Wu Xian made a phone call to his father. The next day, his father called Lao Wang and ran to the grain station to buy grain. He just came back and saw this scene.