Wanjie takeaway

Before Wei Dao could do anything, the illusion couldn't hold up at all, and suddenly burst.

With a snap, Wei Dao was thrown out by Bubble.

Wei Dao was standing on the open space, looking up, there were countless bubbles when he entered here before, but now these densely packed bubbles have lost their color, shriveled and empty, and there is no trace of fullness and roundness at all, as if they were squeezed out. The exhausted social animals, yellow, emaciated and pale with trembling lips, saw Wei Dao, they shuddered suddenly and crackled together.

One by one they broke open.

A breeze blew past, leaving not a single drop of excess water stains on the ground.

Wei Dao turned and left.

Not far away, the probing shadow ran away quickly.

The approaching zombies and Wei Dao looked at each other.

They smell strange, like some kind of kerosene on Mars about to ignite.

It's either headless or missing arms and legs, or the abdominal cavity is open and the intestines are flowing out, or there is a piece of rotten meat dangling from the body, and the green viscous liquid that falls to the ground with the footsteps is strongly corrosive. , making a sizzling sound, and there was a crowd in front of Wei Dao.

Wei Dao drew his long knife.

The zombies suddenly stuck.

While trying hard to turn around and run, they couldn't help but want to lie down in front of Wei Dao.

Some special zombies staggered and took two steps in front of Wei Dao. They wobbled, lost their clear eyes, and could only use their entire upper body to express their preferences. They wanted to eat.

For them, eating Wei Dao is equivalent to becoming stronger.

Wei Dao can understand, but he is not going to show mercy.

Wei Dao ignited a faint fire of death at his fingertips. The leaping flames are good at facing the wind. Suddenly, they rushed straight from the handle to the tip of the knife. The sharp edge became brighter and brighter. The blade light hurt his eyes.

"kill……"

He whispered something.

While speaking, Wei Dao raised the long knife, from top to bottom, and slashed it obliquely in the air, the air was silent at first, and the tip of the knife was about to fall, and a series of piercing sounds exploded in the midair, like faint fire and dark fire Wuer, it exploded suddenly, forming a wall of fire, and the light of the sword was like the solstice in the clouds.

The whole city is lit with fire, the fire takes advantage of the wind, the wind helps the fire, climbs when encountering walls, blows face when encountering water, enters when encountering windows, and burns the whole city dry when encountering zombies crackling and exploding firecrackers. With a little persistence, the blood in the whole body boiled until the water vapor floated up, and finally fell to the ground and died.

Wei Dao withdrew his hand and walked forward with his knife in his hand. It was just a moving breeze. Wherever it passed, everything was destroyed, and everything that was destroyed was nothing but ash. The ground was covered with cold ashes, and it followed him. , can only tremble with liver and gallbladder, and tremblingly lie on the ground, not daring to move more, and when he passes by, he can no longer move.

All obstacles along the way have been cleared.

Wei Dao walked back briskly.

He was bored walking around outside, and he planned to go back to the gourmet restaurant to rest after leaving the illusion, otherwise he would just sit back and wait for a rabbit.

Anyway, he was too lazy to hang out outside.

However, the zombies are all over, and it's not good if he doesn't entertain them.

Since there are so many cuties in this city, Wei Dao is not in a hurry to complete the task, he wants to play with them.

"Where are you?"

Wei Dao muttered to himself and raised the corners of his lips.

Zombies are not like living animals, who remember to eat and fight, and flee when they know the danger.

On the contrary quietly, the zombies came one after another after finding that Wei Dao could not avoid it on his own initiative.

Moreover, the other zombies he met later were not as stuck as the little wave that Wei Dao met at the beginning.

They have a clear purpose, surrounded from all directions, claws and claws, dragging someone's identity part, and painted a thick layer of slime on the ground, as if a layer of green paint was painted on the concrete floor, sticky and smelly. The bulky texture sends out danger signals all the time.

In response to their siege, Wei Dao changed the knife in his hand, playing with it for a while, as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming, he was dancing with his sword.

The corrosiveness of those mucus weakened with time, and then increased with the increase in quantity. It sizzled, exuded a musky smell, spread out with the wind, and became a pheromone-like existence, attracting people around to lurk seriously. Animals and plants hiding in Weidao, lure them to wake up, and attack Weidao.

Just like the same-sex vying for a mate during the spring rut, attack.

The plants that are about to move are the first to stretch out their arms, the vines spread closer with the sound of sizzling, the leaves are rattling, and the toxins and seeds invisible to the naked eye are floating all over the sky, and the concave and convex roots that are suppressed under the ground quietly stretch out Limbs, wait for the opportunity to move.

The poisonous snakes swished and dragged all over the ground with mud and smelly water, densely entangled, like many unbreakable knots, slowly came to Wei Dao, spit out scarlet letters, and showed their ferocious fangs.

The old tricks of Wei Dao are repeated.

Sure enough, they remembered, and all shrank their heads back in fear.

Wei Dao was not prepared to act so soon and did not attack.

They became angry from embarrassment, and rushed over at a faster speed.

Wei Dao used a double-edged sword, which seemed to be easier than the long knife he was used to.

He stepped on the head of a poisonous snake, and then stood on another tree root in the blink of an eye, avoiding the flying vines. There were two wriggling snake bodies on the ground, and the snake tail rolled and entangled with another tree root. Green, it turned out to be the vines that Wei Dao had sharpened like a pencil just now, and they were broken into many sections, and fell to the ground and mixed with the fallen leaves.

Having played enough, Wei Dao lit another fire, ignited from the hilt of the sword, flew to the sharp edge, suddenly ignited many bright red fireworks like decadent peonies, jumped out one after another, and flew into the air. The medium is so light that it seems to have no weight. It flutters and falls slowly, and wherever it touches, it will ignite.

The flustered butterfly flapped its wings, stumbled and landed among the leaves, and hid among the flowers, still unable to escape.

The cat with its hair blown up became fatter and swelled into a ball, rolling on the ground, as if it had been hit by a stick, and let out a miserable scream from its throat.

The crippled dog yawned, the rotting tail fell from its body, and a fire fell into its mouth, turning into a soft petal, which burned it up in the blink of an eye, leaving only a black mass. Charcoal ashes.

Birds with the size of a human head fluttered out, their colorful feathers burnt to nothing but orange-red flames, and the stench of burnt plastic dissipated quickly.

Wei Dao stood on the branch and looked down. The trunk under his feet was straight, and the trembling roots were huddled together and knotted.

The leaves were stiff and motionless, trying to be harmless and quiet.

The flame boiled, as if a pot of non-existent water was being boiled out of thin air, the heaven and the earth were the furnace, and fire and water were compatible.

The wind came quickly and blew away many smells.

Wei Dao had no intention of hiding, but stood for a while, feeling bored, and sat on another branch.

A person came out from nowhere, looked at Wei Dao, his legs seemed to be a little weak, and he yelled twice.

Wei Dao felt that the other party hardly made a sound, but he still looked down.

It was an ordinary human male, in his twenties by temperament.

Seeing Wei Dao looking over, his voice became louder: "Hi! I'm a novelist."

Wei Dao doesn't like this kind of address that is too polite, it will make him think of hypocrisy.

He jumped down and said to this self-proclaimed novelist, "I'm Wei Dao, would you like some takeaway?"

The other party was taken aback, and murmured: "Does this matter?"

Wei Dao took it as his acquiescence: "Follow me."

The novelist blinked, and really followed Wei Dao.

Wei Dao took him to the gourmet restaurant, saw him following, motioned him to sit down and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

The novelist sat on one side, spread out his notebook, pulled out the cap of his pen, and smiled sideways: "I'm afraid, but it's all here."

Well, the reason is unassailable.

He was about to write something when he suddenly said to Wei Dao, "My surname is Shi and my name is Fei."

Wei Dao nodded noncommittally.

Shi Fei asked, "Boss, what is this store?"

Wei Dao glanced at his notebook and replied, "Mine."

After thinking about it, Wei Dao added: "This is a gourmet restaurant, you have to order food when you come in, you know?"

Shi Fei nodded: "I don't bring any money, is that okay?"

Wei Dao waved his hand: "You can eat as long as you can."

While writing, Shi Fei smiled and said, "Big brother is really different."

Wei Dao lazily said: "Oh, you can boast a few more words."

Shi Fei raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Big brother is highly skilled in martial arts, eclectic, and has the style of a general."

Wei Dao laughed: "You always praise people so much?"

Shi Fei also laughed: "I usually don't praise people."

Wei Dao asked: "Aren't you a novelist? Why can't you even praise others?"

Shi Fei pretended to regret and sighed: "Oh, there is no way, there are many kinds of novelists, I am just an ordinary person who can think, write but not talk, if I can't write a good novel, I will starve to death, if I write it If the writing is neither good nor bad, they will be ridiculed, saying that I am nothing more than that, and asking, do you usually live like the writing in the article?

I can't tell.

Everyone doesn't like me very much.

They blamed me for only wanting to write novels, blamed me for only staying on the sidelines and thinking about novels, and blamed me for patronizing reading novels and not doing anything else, saying that I was useless, that I didn’t fit in, that I was disobedient, that I couldn’t help Ask other people to clean up, say that I am not serious in class, that I am the first to violate discipline and not obey the rules...

I just thought, to find inspiration, to write better fiction, to write enough to make other people shut up.

At that time, anyone who mentions my pseudonym, there is always one thing that is beyond doubt, they can no longer deny me as before.

They deny my abilities, my way of life, my feelings, my emotions, my goals...

They want to deny me everything. "