Rebirth in the apocalypse: You can mess it up, I will open the book directly

"Second uncle." Du Zhidong held the pistol that he had "evolved" in his hand and walked towards Du Shoufeng step by step.

His tone was cold: "Sometimes I feel really upset and can't figure out why my parents and I were killed one after another at the hands of people like you."

Leather shoes stepped on the shiny marble tiles, making a 'tapping' sound, which sounded like a life-threatening bell to Du Shoufeng's ears. It was still very obvious in the noisy and chaotic scene.

When he was about 3 meters away from Du Shoufeng, Du Zhidong stopped and said, "Obviously you are not a very smart person. It was my grandfather who decided that you were not capable enough and arranged for you to go abroad. But why did you have the ability to secretly go abroad after my grandfather passed away?" Planning so many things, even willing to kill his own brother?"

"If all your courage and calculations are used in the shopping mall, and your father has brothers to help him, why do you need to work hard all day and night?" His voice was filled with anger, "He has given everything to support this group, but what about you? ?You are calculating his position and property!"

"You still have the nerve to say this?!" Du Shoufeng screamed as if his tail was stepped on, "If it weren't for your family's greed, why would I have made such a move?! It's all your fault! The eldest brother keeps saying that we are the best. Brother, in fact, they won’t even give me a managerial position!”

He stretched out his blood-stained fingers and pointed at Du Zhidong tremblingly: "What about you?! You keep saying respect me! Second uncle! In fact, you don't look down on me like your father! White-eyed wolf! It's my fault for treating you. So good! Your family is extremely hypocritical! You all deserve to die!"

Du Zhidong's hands were trembling and his eyes were scarlet. From Du Shoufeng's ferocious face, he seemed to have finally gotten the answer he had been looking for for a long time. His heart was filled with despair and he slowly closed his eyes.

The meanness he deliberately pretended to be was vulnerable to the other party's true resentment and viciousness. When the second uncle in this life tore off the mask of hypocrisy with his own hands, even if Du Zhidong no longer wanted to believe it, he had to accept the fact.

Once upon a time, the man in front of him was his extremely respected second uncle. When his father was so busy that he forgot about his birthday, he would take the young man to the amusement park to play all day long. When he was scolded by his father, he would laugh and say, "A man must not cry." He can conjure up colorful candies that his mother never let him eat...

During those tossing and turning nights sleeping in a suburban park, Du Zhidong also gave his second uncle reasons, such as 'He just wants power too much', 'He wants to prove himself too much', so he took the wrong path... ...

He thought, after all those years of care and love, there was at least a hint of truth, right?

But it wasn't until today, after hearing these words with his own ears and witnessing the hatred, that Du Zhidong understood that all the malice was really planned for a long time. It's not about being carried away by interests at all, nor is it impulsive.

It is foolish to speculate on the psychology of the perpetrator. The idea of ​​harming others must not appear suddenly, but must have been premeditated.

He restrained his outward emotions, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear and clear, "You are cowardly, indecisive, and blame others for all your unhappiness. Second uncle, by blaming all the faults on others, your heart Will your low self-esteem be alleviated?"

The closer you are to someone, the more you know where the tip of the knife will hurt the most.

Big drops of hot tears welled up from Du Zhidong's eyes, but his expression was smiling.

"In the past, I complained that my father had no time to care about the family and ignored me and Xiaoxia. I also questioned him at the top of my lungs. But second uncle, do you know what my father said?"

"I don't know! I don't need to know! No need!" Du Shoufeng shook his head crazily, rubbing his body against the ground and retreating.

"Yes, you never need to know." Seeing Du Shoufeng evading, Du Zhidong suddenly felt relieved.

You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep. How could the second uncle not be clear about his father's kindness to him? If his father hadn't been defenseless against him, how could he have succeeded so easily?

It's just relying on the trust of others to dare to do evil.

"Uh ah... ho... ah!!!" A painful roar was squeezed out of Du Shoufeng's throat. His eyes were wide open and he looked extremely panicked.

"Corpse... Corpse Transformation...?" He endured the pain and took out an injection from his jacket pocket with his trembling left hand, and without hesitation inserted it into the outside of his right upper arm.

As the medicine in the syringe was completely pushed in, his increasingly cloudy eyes became clearer.

"That damn woman...she...she actually wants my life?" Du Shoufeng clutched the empty syringe tightly and looked down at the arrow stuck in his shoulder. I couldn't tell whether I was shocked or angry.

Too many emotions piled up, squeezing his brain, and he felt like his mind was in chaos.

Du Zhidong had long known that Qin Miao's arrows were contaminated with zombie viruses, so he was not too surprised by Du Shoufeng's transformation. What surprised him was the injection.

What it is? Potion that can alleviate the zombie virus?

Du Zhidong opened his eyes wide, feeling a little unbelievable for a moment.

How can it be? In his memory, the Du Group had never developed such a thing. Even seven years after the end of the world, it still had not successfully developed it. Otherwise, mankind would not have perished.

He took a step forward and was about to ask clearly, but time did not give him this opportunity.

Du Shoufeng only regained consciousness briefly, and then resumed his corpse transformation only about 30 seconds later.

"Ho...cough...ho ho..."

He opened his mouth wide, looking like he wanted to curse something, but he couldn't say anything, only brown blood kept spurting out of his mouth.

Soon, Du Shoufeng's eyes turned completely gray. His body began to change, and purple lines gradually grew from his cheeks to his neck and arms.

"Second uncle." Du Zhidong called softly.

Naturally, no one would answer him.

The mutated 'Du Shoufeng' was already trying to stand up in a weird and twisted posture. Du Zhidong closed his eyes with a bitter smile and raised his pistol to accurately shoot through the opponent's brain.

The gunshot was very loud. After being shot, 'Du Shoufeng''s body stiffened and he stood there for five seconds before falling backward.

In fact, Du Zhidong still had many questions he wanted to ask and many things he wanted to say. But thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is no need.

Death is like a lamp going out, nothing matters anymore.

His revenge was mostly avenged, and he didn't have the expected pleasure of revenge, only full of sadness and a little bit of relief.

He turned around and looked in the direction of Qin Miao.