This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

The sun shone on the street in the afternoon, and the ruins were a mess. Zou Lang and Wei Lin looked at the monster that was starting to disintegrate not far away, and finally felt that it was no longer so indestructible, but it was not enough.

"How long has it been?" Zou Lang asked.

Wei Lin looked at his watch, "It's almost an hour and a half." He was also worried, worried about the safety of He Ye and others.

The soldiers who had been swallowed by monsters before insisted on an hour and 13 minutes, which is the only safe time they know so far.

But now, there is not a single trace of abnormality inside the monster. If it continues, everything will be difficult to say.

"Since this monster is afraid of salt... let's try to sprinkle some from the sky?" Zou Lang was afraid that the monster would disintegrate too slowly, and there was no way to save the people inside.

"It would take too much time to transport the salt." Wei Lin immediately calculated, "And if it is used in this way, there will not be enough industrial salt in stock."

Zou Lang bit his lower lip, his mind spinning rapidly, and then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Turn on a blower and blow a few piles of salt at it, I don't believe it, I can't kill it today!"

Wei Lin said: "I'll find a few people and try to prepare."

Every time, Zou Lang's opinion gave people a feeling of "this is okay?".

When you follow the operation with the idea of ​​giving it a try, you can often solve the problem in the end.

Unknowingly, Wei Lin also made his opinion his first choice.

Twenty or ten minutes later, Wei Lin and a few people from a small team found three large blowers from an old factory and set them up at an intersection not far away, and began blowing industrial salt at the monster from three directions.

White powder rose in the air, and the white dust mixed with the dust from the ruins of the city, giving it a salty smell like a sea breeze.

The zombie's jelly-like surface finally began to fall off in a larger area. As the wound surface expanded, more and more liquid burst out, and the zombie's body trembled violently.

Everything around is trembling, and the world seems to be on the verge of collapse.

Mijingtang came back to his senses and looked at the person in front of him.

The man was smiling, with the same face as his, but with an evil grin.

He carefully looked at the face that was exactly the same as his, and stepped closer to him.

"Because I was once a human too."

He was led into a misunderstanding by his words, whether zombies or human beings, they are all huge races, there are good and bad, there are causes and effects.

Right and wrong have no meaning.Peace and survival are meaningful to everyone.Whoever wants to break this balance is the evil party.

This planet has a history of 46 billion years and a population of billions.

Everyone can only live once, and human beings only have a lifespan of less than a hundred years, not even a small firefly in this long time.

He only lives in the present moment, in this moment.

He's a little guy in these last days, with memories he cherishes, people he cherishes.

This is the world he knows well, the world he has lived in since he was an ignorant child.He held his mother's hand and grew up day by day.

He used to be like thousands of young children, babbling, falling down and getting up again.

Like tens of thousands of students, he used to stay up late every day, write his name on the test paper in the summer afternoon, and watch the teacher write lines on the blackboard.

Like tens of thousands of soldiers, he was so happy to pass the examination, shed tears of blood and shot bullets on the training ground.

In his more than 20 years of life, he has met people who raised him, taught him, helped him, led him, and loved him.

What is life is a smile, a candy handed over, a warm hug, a hand tightly held in times of crisis, and a gently falling kiss.

Each of us is born for this.

Although life will experience a lot of pain, but what I recall is every tender and unforgettable moment.

Human beings are not advanced creatures, perhaps not strong enough, cruel enough, or brave enough, they are just real individuals living in every corner of the world.

The reason why zombies are the living dead is because they are still alive, but without these entanglements.

They cut off all social ties, like a dead person.

So what, no matter how powerful it is?So what if you can still think?

He Mijingtang has come to this day, reshaped pieces of flesh and blood, and walked against the world, not to become a walking dead!

He worked hard, and what he wanted to hold back was the bondage in this world!

Mijingtang raised his head to meet him, facing the face that was exactly like him: "I don't know if you are me, or some shadow, or some illusion, I can't carry so many things on my shoulders alone, the fate of mankind It doesn't matter, the fate of the zombies, what does it matter to me? I only know that this is my life, something that cannot be taken away by others!"

Mijingtang suddenly stretched out his hand and strangled the man in front of him by the throat, because of the strength of his hand, the handsome face in front of him was slightly distorted, and veins burst out on his forehead.

"I only know that there are still people waiting for me to go back!"

This battle is not over!

The darkness in front of him suddenly shattered, as if turning into little pieces.

Mijingtang felt a sense of suffocation, he opened his eyes suddenly, there was no dark room, and there was no one in front of him, he looked around through the waterproof goggles, all the darkness dissipated, and he was still immersed in the life the interior of the body.The surrounding is still endless red.

It was still in a strange silence, even a little scary. The difference from before was that now this huge monster would bump and shake from time to time. This kind of shaking came from the outside to the inside, as if someone was shaking this huge monster.

Mijingtang raised his hand and looked at his watch. He had been in a coma for a while, and now it has been more than an hour since he entered the monster's body.He couldn't tell whether it was an illusion just now or it came from his own heart, but his thoughts were firm in his heart, he discarded all evil thoughts, and tried to swim forward again.

Still the same endless patch of red, he speeded up, like a fish gliding through the water.

Mijingtang swam for a while, and finally saw a dark red cell nucleus floating in the liquid.

It was a huge dark purple sphere, and it had grown to a diameter of five meters. There were some slight bumps on its surface.

This was originally an infinitely small thing, but now it is magnified and appears here, reminding Mijingtang of the Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds.

It is lonely, like a lonely planet, existing in the vast universe.

Mijingtang's eyes looked at it, and he knew in his heart that only by destroying it can human beings continue to survive. Holding the knife, he has the courage to move forward bravely and the power to overcome obstacles.

That moment was like the morning light at dawn, like a sword passing through the throat, like a bullet out of the chamber.

Destroy this world!

The entire blade was deeply inserted into the nucleus, leaving only the handle.

Mijingtang clenched his hands tightly and began to exert force. The sharp knife cut through the nuclear membrane of the cell nucleus and destroyed its chromatin. Spilled liquid.

The deep purple is mixed into this piece of red, and the radiating colors permeate everything around the Imperial Well Hall. The sunlight is projected from the top surface, keeping the interior from being dark. The scene in front of you is like a beautiful abstract painting.

Suddenly, the entire monster's body was like a tumbling sea, boiling, then collapsing and disintegrating, and the light finally broke through everything.

There was an instant earth shaking.

Then the red world was like a giant balloon filled with water, suddenly burst from the inside, and all the liquid fell to the ground.

Mijingdou fell from a high altitude and felt weightless for a moment. He fell about seven or eight meters, and his back fell heavily on the ground.

Zou Lang watched the amoeba's movements all the time. Suddenly, the monster shook violently, and then began to disintegrate in large pieces. It seemed that it could no longer maintain this shape, and burst from the center.

The cell fluid originally in the monster's body suddenly fell to the ground and dissolved with the salt on the ground, creating a mess all over the place.

All the zombies and undead people devoured by monsters fell one after another, and the entire block was occupied.

After a pause, some of the survivors began to struggle and move their limbs.

Zou Lang's eyes quickly locked on a familiar figure. He shuttled through these awakened zombies, running all the way, feeling as if he had passed through a sea of ​​people.

Mijingdou's ears rang for a moment before he opened his eyes again and opened his mouth to breathe in the somewhat icy air. Various voices could be heard in his ears, the wind brushed his cheeks, and the sun shone down.

After he escaped from the monster's body, the slime faded away as if alive, soaking the ground, but not much remained on him.

Mijingtang wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, stood up with some difficulty holding the knife, he pushed the goggles on his forehead and looked around, after the zombies were disintegrated.There are still people around who are waking up and standing up constantly. There are undead people and some zombies that have not been wiped out.

Mijingtang raised his head, looking for him, a figure suddenly passed through the crowd and rushed towards him, hugging him tightly.

They obviously only separated for less than two hours, but it felt like they had been separated for a long time.

Zou Lang, who was always talkative, was so excited that he didn't say anything. Instead, Mijingtang patted him on the back and comforted him: "It's all right now. There are still zombies here. After we clean up these messes, we can find other ones." Comrade-in-arms, go save your brother." Then he suddenly frowned, pushed Zou Lang with a bit of disgust and said, "Why do you smell like salt?"