[End Times] The Road to Blood Painted

I measured the room, it was an ordinary ward, the bed was empty, and the sheets were stained with blood, which had turned black due to the age.In the house, things were scattered all over the floor, including needles, catheters, and even urine bags.

Other than that, there seems to be nothing else.Yuan Ting was about to leave when he suddenly heard a slight noise in the room.He thought it was another mouse, and was about to shoot it, but found that there was nothing in the house.

Those zombies are already dead. If they were still alive, they would have risen to attack him.The mouse was nowhere to be seen, but the tiny noise didn't stop, occasionally making a noise, as if calling Yuan Ting.

Where did that voice come from?Yuan Ting thought for a while, and set his target on a large wardrobe by the window.

The cabinet doesn't look too big, it seems that it can only hold a zombie. If there is really that kind of thing in it, why didn't it come out to attack him just now.Is it to preserve strength, or to lure the enemy to go deeper?

Yuan Ting was too lazy to think about it, rushed over and opened the door suddenly, the submachine gun in his hand was already on the string, and the bullet was about to come out of its shell.He wasn't worried that the things inside would have a huge attack on him. In fact, such a small space was only bad for it.

However, Yuan Terror's bullet did not come out in the end.Because, in the cabinet, he saw a person, a man, a handsome and beautiful man.

3. Similar...

Yuan Terror and the man looked at each other, and there seemed to be expressions of surprise on each other's faces.

The young man was lying in the closet with a lazy look, rubbing his eyes dissatisfied as if he had been woken up.

Yuan Terror looked at him carefully and found that his attire was very strange.He was wearing a light-colored shirt with the neckline wide open. Because of the shade from the cabinet door, the outline of the muscles on his chest could not be seen clearly. □It was a pair of dark jeans. What surprised him the most was that there were actually a pair of white leather shoes on his feet.

This outfit doesn't look like sleeping in a pile of zombies at all, it looks like an office worker.No, a word suddenly flashed in Yuan Ting's mind: Cowherd!

In this world, there is no one else who would dress like this.If it were ten years ago, he would not have caused any commotion if he appeared in front of people in such a suit.At most, his handsome face might provoke some whispers.

But now, it is 2022, and it is an era when everyone is desperately trying to survive, struggling on the verge of death.His casual attire suddenly caused Yuan Ting to have an illusion, as if the time was reversed, and he returned to that peaceful and prosperous era.

At that time, many men who lingered in bars and nightclubs were dressed like him.They usually order a whiskey on the rocks at the bar and flirt with various pretty women who pass by.

That kind of picture, as if it only exists in movies, will never be seen again.

The lazily sleeping man seemed to be sizing up Yuan Ting in front of him.He raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the man with guns all over his body in front of him. At first glance, he came to such a conclusion: weak.

Yes, that is a frail face.No matter whether he is wearing dark green overalls, no matter whether he is wearing a gray-green close-fitting short jacket, or the slightly thick bulletproof vest outside the jacket, none of them can conceal his own temperament.

This is a weak man, at least that's what he looks like.If placed in a peaceful age, he should be the kind of person who has a temperament as moist as jade, is polite, and always has a faint smile on his face.

Women can't help but look sideways at him, attracted by his aristocratic temperament, and it's hard for men to be hostile to him, because he looks really harmless to humans and animals.

It's a pity, now that we are in troubled times, there is a bit more aggressiveness in his eyes, the so-called tenderness and kindness have all disappeared, replaced by a stern face and a serious expression.Then, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was aimed at his forehead.

There is a cool feeling on the forehead.He couldn't help but smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to Yuan Ting.

Yuan Terror was stunned for a moment, he didn't think that this person was qualified to command him now.However, he naturally put his hand in front of him and said with a smile, "Brother, give me a hand."

It was a coincidence that Yuan Ting slowly moved away from the gun, grasped the man's hand, and then pulled him up violently, pulling him out of the closet.

The man didn't know if it was intentional, he seemed to be a little unsteady, after being pulled up by Yuan Ting, he fell down and hugged him.The faint fragrance from his body rushed straight to the nose, making people feel happy.

Yuan Ting hadn't smelled such a fresh scent for a long time. Over the years, what he smelled the most should be the smell of sweat and blood.This fragrance seemed to only exist in memory, and he had felt it when he was very young.

An unidentified man sleeping in a closet in a room where zombies live, with a rare sweet breath on his body, and Yuan Ting, who has always had a strong self-control, couldn't help but have a small hallucination at that moment.It seems that time has returned to the carefree era 20 years ago.

However, that kind of flash was only for a moment, and Yuan Ting quickly calmed down, pushed the guy away, put the muzzle of a gun against his chest, and said in a flat tone: "Who are you?"

The misfit man shrugged and smiled slightly: "Human beings, just like you."

"Different."

"What's the difference?"

Yuan Ting originally wanted to say that the dress was very different, but after thinking about it, forget it, it is meaningless to say that.So, he changed the subject: "How long have you been here?"

"It's been here probably since before you entered the house."

That's for sure, he couldn't have come in after he had entered the house.Yuan Ting was not blind, on the contrary, his eyesight was very good, if such a big living person really walked in front of him, he would not be able to see it.

It's just that this made him look even more strange.

Yuan Ting glanced at him again, only to realize that when the man was huddled in the closet, he couldn't tell whether he was tall or short.Now, after he stood upright in front of him, unexpectedly, this person was half a head taller than him.

Moreover, looking at his figure, he is not as thin as before, and he feels a bit thin.On the contrary, the open shirt was held up by him.The smooth and graceful muscle lines can be seen clearly through the thin shirt.

Such a figure is completely a clothes hanger. If you put on a suit, it will be perfect.

Men don’t necessarily look good in suits when they are thin. Without that well-proportioned skeleton, they can’t hold up a suit. It will only make people think that they are a child, and they look baggy in clothes that are too big.

The conversation between the two of them just now was in English, but Yuan Ting could tell that this person, like himself, was of Asian descent.No, it should be said that he is more Asian than himself.Because his hair color and eye color are black.Only the lines of the face are much tougher than his, with edges and corners, as if carved by a knife.Unlike his entire face, except for the facial features, the lines are soft and harmonious.

Realizing that this person might be his compatriot, Yuan Ting finally put away his gun and said to him, "It's dangerous to leave here."

"What about you, are you still planning to stay here?" The man smiled, his eyes always made people feel a little frivolous, and he wondered if he was trying to provoke Yuan Ting on purpose.

"I still have something to do, you leave now."

"But, I haven't slept enough. I was sleeping well, but you disturbed it. Tell me, how do you settle this account?"

Yuan Ting shook the gun in his hand again, and said coldly: "Then use one bullet to calculate."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the man make a quick move like lightning, grabbed his wrist, pulled him hard, and pulled him into his arms.Then, Yuan Ting only felt that his body had crashed into a wall.Immediately afterwards, he made a quick move, trying to break the man's hand bone, but before he could put his hand on it, the man had already pushed him away, raised his right foot, and kicked a beautiful straight kick directly. The rushing zombies were kicked a few meters away.

The thing was kicked out of the door, hit the opposite wall, and after sliding to the ground, it moved a few times, and it was dead.

The accident happened so fast, Yuan Ting felt that the man's strength was extraordinary, and he couldn't resist it.Being pulled and pushed by him just now, his body lost his balance and almost hit the cabinet.

Fortunately, he has been trained for many years, and his body reacts very quickly. When he exerts force on his feet, his body is as if nailed to the ground, motionless.His face was almost touching the door of the cupboard, and stopped only a few centimeters away from the door.

Then, he turned to look at the man, only to realize that he just kicked a zombie to death.

This is really a miraculous thing.A man dressed like a cowherd kicked an attacking zombie to death with his scrupulously clean white leather shoes.

Yuan Ting couldn't help frowning, this man's strength is definitely above his own.You know, he was wearing special military boots, even if he didn't use much force, if he was kicked by such shoes, he would still be injured.But when he kicked hard just now, he just kicked the zombie downstairs half to death.

The man seemed to be okay, clapped his hands casually, turned his head and rushed to Yuan