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The little thing stood on the ground with bare feet, and the dusty mud clods stuck to its feet like fish scales. Occasionally, the bluish skin under the mud clods could be seen.

Facing Liu Jun's question, the little thing shook his head, revealed a pair of vicious eyes from under the black cloak, stared at Liu Jun and said, "Fight with... me..."

"Don't fight." Liu Jun didn't want to just promise not to fight with Xie Yubei and then turn around and destroy the promise. Liu Jun comforted himself guiltyly that he would have to wait at least a few days before fighting...

The little thing was obviously very dissatisfied with Liu Jun's answer. It stretched out a hand and slammed its fist on the front cover of the off-road vehicle, making a huge hole, and the machines and pipes inside could be faintly seen. His eyes seemed to say that it was not the front cover that was smashed but Liu Jun's skull.

Liu Jun bit his teeth and chewed his teeth, implying that he could hold back, he didn't care about this kind of impolite little thing.

"Go away, I'm busy today."

The little thing pointed to the nest behind Liu Jun, and said word by word: "Fight me...or I'll kill...the zombie inside...the one who picked up the dog..."

Before the little thing finished speaking, a windy fist directly hit the little thing's face, the wind brushed against the little thing's cheek like a blade, leaving a red scratch, and thick blood flowed out from the broken skin. And so did its cloak.

Under the cloak is a slightly green face with thin eyebrows and red lips. Perhaps it has been hidden under the cloak all year round. The whole face is strangely white, which is completely different from the blue color on the feet. The whole zombie looks like a stick. Shallots, head white and feet green.

The little thing's hair looked like he had cut it with his fingernails. The black hair was not only uneven but also knotted, messy like a bird's nest made of thick branches, messy and messy.

Liu Jun's movements paused for a moment, but there was no half-joke in his eyes. He squinted his eyes and didn't care about the little thing's anxiety: "Don't touch my zombie, let alone my dog. If my dog ​​encounters any misfortune , you will be several times worse than it."

This little zombie that came out of nowhere looks young, and the movements and moves when fighting are surprisingly sophisticated, with clean moves and killing intent. If it weren't for Liu Jun's accumulated experience in the past few years, maybe This little thing can really hurt Liu Jun.

What makes Liu Jun even more uncomfortable is that this little thing has obviously observed Liu Jun for a while, knows the location of the nest, the existence of the gold nugget, and even knows that Liu Jun will be driving an off-road vehicle at this time today, and is waiting for Liu Jun in the car. .

"You'd better get out of here." Liu Jun was a little worried, whether it would know of Xie Yubei's existence, and if it knew, would it cause trouble for Xie Yubei.

This sudden worry made Liu Jun inexplicably irritable. He didn't like the feeling of being influenced by emotions. Now he turned into a cloud, and his emotions began to dance up and down with Xie Yubei's situation.

The little thing put on the cloak with trembling hands, stretched out his hand to wipe the wound, and still looked at Liu Jun persistently: "Fight with...I can't move...they..."

"Huh." Liu Jun exhaled, the little thing in front of him was terribly stubborn, Liu Jun clenched his fists, and said impatiently: "I beat you so hard this time that you can't get up."

The little thing grinned: "OK."

The black exhaust of the off-road vehicle was sprayed on the little thing's face. The little thing looked up at the bright sun above his head, pain flowed from his limbs and bones, the corners of his mouth were wide open, but tears fell down.

To lose is to cry, and to cry is to have a long memory.

As expected of its carefully selected prey, it actually retreated from its own body again, and this time it didn't even stick out its nails.

The little thing lay on the ground for a long time, slowly got up, leaned against the corner of the wall panting, and stared straight at the place where Liu Jun left, full of satisfaction in it, Lucheng did not come in vain, its prey was so strong , it likes.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from the little thing's calf, the little thing looked down at the little white flower that was tightly attached to its leg, the little white petals were sucking blood on its leg, Filamentous white flowers gradually turn red.

The little thing is in a hurry, how dare this thing bully it?Angrily, it bent down and tore off the little white flower on its leg. The flower was like a branding iron, ripping out a bloody hole in the little thing's leg.

The little thing threw the little white flowers into the flowers, raised his legs viciously and trampled those clusters of little white flowers, and left the nest as if venting his anger, waiting for it to recover from its wounds before coming to fight its prey.

Among the flowers that were trampled beyond recognition, the red flower hidden among the white flowers was trampled and bent, but it was still very angry. This guy's blood was bloody and smelly, far worse than the sweet and delicious blood of the owner, and this The guy actually dared to "bully" the master, woo woo woo, how angry!It has to grow up quickly to protect its master!

Liu Jun held the steering wheel tightly and drove the car through the mountain roads. His slender fingers tapped the steering wheel from time to time to express his uneasiness at this time.

Since the fight with that little zombie, Liu Jun has been frowning. He regrets that he has no way to contact Xie Yubei.

Nowadays, communication equipment such as mobile phones has long been a decoration, and the signal base station in Lucheng has been abandoned. On the contrary, the walkie-talkie, which was abandoned by humans in the early years, has become a necessary tool for conveying messages.

Liu Jun also stocked up a lot of walkie-talkies in his warehouse, and now he urgently wants to tell Xie Yubei to be careful of that little zombie, it is not a small character, but unfortunately he is only anxious at the moment.

When Liu Jun walked into Lu Jiuheng's villa anxiously, he immediately saw the empty bed, with only the blood stains left by Lu Jiuheng and a little powder left over from yesterday.

Liu Jun's eyelids trembled slightly, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. Why is Lu Jiuheng so uneasy?

"Where's your boss?" Liu Jun grabbed a zombie boy by the collar and impatiently asked Lu Jiuheng's whereabouts. He glanced at the scattered zombies wandering in the yard from the corner of his eye. Conjectures come to mind.

The zombie boy stammered and growled to answer Liu Jun's question. It always felt that Boss Liu was particularly scary today, and the strength he used seemed to wring his neck off.

Fortunately, Boss Liu let go of himself after it finished answering, but its elegant eyebrows frowned even tighter, and it even heard Boss Liu scolding: idiot.

Isn't it a fool?

Liu Jun's driving speed has never been so fast. That idiot Lu Jiuheng dared to attack the human base in broad daylight, isn't he looking for death?

For the sake of his beloved "little cat", Liu Jun saw that Lu Jiuheng's mind was filled with water, and his own life was lost.

This time when Lu Jiuheng was caught, he had to put Lu Jiuheng under his nose to see how it ran.

Two days had passed since the last wave of corpses, and there were only a few zombies wandering outside the barricades in the slums. They were all lazily moving slowly under the sun, and they seemed not at all sad for the corpses of their companions lying on the ground.

Fang Min, who was sitting in the guard room, withdrew her eyes from looking at the zombies, and lowered her eyes to touch the guns and guns in her hand. She didn't want to waste bullets to deal with temporarily harmless zombies outside when it was not necessary. This is a loss-making business. .

The sudden wave of corpses made the slums that were already difficult to survive even worse. Fang Min squeezed the gun in his hand, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

The moment she learned that the tide of corpses was coming, she immediately sent a request to the fortress to apply for support. She and the self-defense forces in the slums struggled for four hours, watching the fresh lives die one after another. Support was long overdue.

And the support she had tried so hard to get was only 200 people, Fang Min laughed angrily at that moment.

This is not support, it is perfunctory.

The leader of the team who came to support was a woman who called herself Gu Yingmo. The sniper and gun she was carrying on her back looked like good stuff. The woman apologized seriously to Fang Min: "Sorry, we are late."

Gu Yingmo's eyes were full of apology, Fang Min suppressed his anger slowly, and shook his head at Gu Yingmo, if this continues, there will be no hope for human beings.

Afterwards, the fierce fighting continued until the sky turned white, and only then was it possible to defend the slums. Gu Yingmo, who had only met once last night, disappeared.

Maybe the corpses lying in the slums are slowly turning into zombies, or they have already been eaten by zombies.

Fang Min suppressed the thoughts in her eyes, she guessed that Gu Yingmo and the ten teams she led took the initiative to ask Yingying to come to support, thinking of the desperate way they fought, Fang Min was shrouded in sadness.

If all the righteous people died in the battle in the slums, what should we do in the fortress, let it rot and stink, and drag the people of Lucheng to be buried with them?

The young man who was on duty with Fang Min interrupted Fang Min's thinking. He hadn't recovered from the wave of corpses and said nervously, "Sister Fang, there seems to be something wrong." His voice suddenly changed. Trembling, the finger pointing forward also trembled slightly, "Sister Fang, look quickly."

Following the young man's finger, Fang Min frowned and looked at the zombies that appeared in the distance. They were advancing row by row twistingly, and many zombies were missing arms and legs.

Until a certain zombie appeared in Fang Min's field of vision, which stimulated the scar on her forehead to burst open.

"Go, tell the fortress that the tide of corpses is coming again." Fang Min subconsciously clenched the gun in his hand, and pushed the stunned young man, "Go, time is running out."

In just two days, the tide of corpses swept again.

Facing the slowly approaching group of zombies, Fang Min turned on the walkie-talkie, trying to make his voice sound as strong and powerful as possible: "Attention all teams, prepare to fight, the tide of zombies is coming."

When Fang Min was thinking about how the people in the slums could withstand the second tide of corpses, the young man came back.

"Fang... Sister Fang, there is a message from the fortress..." The young man looked at the approaching corpses, his eyes were full of panic, and he said with trembling lips: "They don't believe it, they say we lied to him..."

According to intelligence, there has never been a wave of corpses erupting during the day, nor has it erupted so frequently.

"Go again." Fang Min touched the scar on his forehead, and without looking away from the young man, he said, "Go and tell those damn leaders that the leader of the zombie tide is a high-level zombie."

The young man was slightly astonished at first, then ran to report without stopping.

"Captain... The players who can fight have been counted, and there are still 230 people." A slightly choked voice came from the intercom.

After hearing these words, Fang Min showed no emotion on her face. She squeezed the gun in her hand again, and said a word into the walkie-talkie loudly: "Hold on!"

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