Doomsday Allure

This is a relatively open valley on the outskirts of a mountain village. There are about 300 people on both sides of the fight. One of them has a white cloth wrapped around his left arm. The people on this side account for about three-quarters, and the Wuchong people account for about half. At this time, they had a clear upper hand.

The party being pressed and beaten is all normal people. These people are very embarrassed, all of them are wounded, and many of them are covered in blood. They are surrounded by the opponent and are desperately trying to rush out, but the party wrapped in white cloth seems to be Entering a state of madness, even if they risked their lives, none of them would be allowed to escape.

There are three kinds of weapons on both sides, one is a stick with stones inlaid on one end;

The besieged side has sticks with stones in their hands, and the side wrapped in white cloth has mostly tree trunks.

The river beach was filled with blood, and there were a large number of dead bodies. At a glance, there were at least 100 people.

These people are all fighting for their lives. What is puzzling is that very few people on both sides make a sound. On the battlefield, there are only the sounds of sticks hitting each other or sticks hitting the body and occasional uncontrollable screams.

Shen Wei and the others ran to a place about 50 meters away from the battlefield and stopped. Xiang Zhen shouted at the crowd: "Everyone stop."

While he was speaking, he raised his hands at the same time as Shen Wei.

A dozen or so Wuchong people who were closest to them heard the sound and rushed at them with sticks. Their blood-red eyes looked like wild beasts out of control. Strangely, they still didn't make a sound.

This is completely against common sense. When people are angry and desperate, howling is an instinctive phenomenon. Unless it is deliberately controlled, shouting is inevitable.

Wei Buzheng turned his gaze to the mountain peak in the southeast.

When more than a dozen Wuchong rushed to a distance of about 20 meters from Shen Wei and the others, a 30-meter-long and [-]-meter-high earthen wall rose up and lay in front of them.

The fighting sound on the other side of the wall stopped immediately, but only for a short moment, followed by two screams, a more intense sound sounded again.

With a wave of Xiang Zhen's hand, the earth wall turned into a tumbling torrent of loess, rolling up towards the crazy battlefield, and those Wuchong people who rushed over were thrown backward by the powerful impact of the loess flow.

Shouts of panic rang out from the eerie battlefield without human voices. Some people panicked and wanted to flee to the northeast, but more people ignored this powerful force and rushed towards the besieged normal people in the middle with a posture of burning jade and stone.

The tumbling loess flow suddenly doubled, and swept across the entire battlefield at an even faster speed.

Wei Buzheng saw that all the people were thrown to the ground by the surging loess, but there were still many people with white cloths on their left arms stubbornly resisting the torrent of loess, smashing their sticks on the ground in spite of everything. On the heads of the besieged normal people, there are a few normal people with white marks, who accidentally dropped their sticks under the impact of the loess flow, and jumped on several normal people without marks, biting them with their mouths like wild animals, crazy The roars and screams sounded together.

Wei Buzheng looked at Shen Dan.

Shen Wei called out "Xiang Zhen, pause." He put down his right hand controlling the air flow, and stared at the hellish battlefield.

The torrent of loess rolling on the ground suddenly stopped, leaving only the yellow smoke blown by the strong wind whistling in the midair and drifting towards the southeast.

The people struggling crazily in the loess became smaller and smaller, and the roars, screams, and cursing gradually disappeared. Whether they were normal people or Wuchong people, they all opened their mouths wide and breathed hard.

Wang Zhengqing approached the edge of the battlefield and shouted to those terrified and desperate people: "No matter what grievances you have before, temporarily stop attacking. We have many more effective ways to force you to stop. The reason why we choose to use soil to attack is because we don't want to hurt people. Any of you, normal people and..." He pointed to the area where the Wuchong tribe is most concentrated, "They, the Wuchong tribe, are what you call zombies, we think they are the same people as us, You should not be harmed by any self-righteous individuals and organizations, lay down your weapons, we can guarantee their safety."

Xiang Zhen roared in a low voice: "Say it again, stop attacking immediately, otherwise, your side will receive the most severe punishment."

Some people's voices have already started to "clack" and their faces are getting bluer and greener. The air above the battlefield is constantly being extracted, and the oxygen is getting thinner and thinner.

A man with a white cloth wrapped around his head lifted the tree trunk in his hands, let go, and let the tree trunk fall.

The man with the white cloth wrapped around his left arm and the Wuchong tribe hesitated for a moment, and then put down their crude weapons.

Most of the besieged people had put down their sticks with stones on one end when Wang Zhengqing asked for a temporary halt to the attack—they were showing their goodwill to the third party represented by Shen Wei in this way, and fighting for united front.

Wei Buzheng glanced at these people indifferently, and continued to look at the mountain peak in the southeast direction.

Shen Wei took back the control, and the air poured into the battlefield like a tomb.

The people half-buried by the loess finally breathed normally. As soon as the besieged normal people could breathe normally, they wanted to crawl to the open space to the north;

Xiang Zhen yelled: "Everyone stays in place, anyone who moves without permission will be killed."

In a peaceful age, this sentence might be regarded as an extremely arrogant and absurd statement, but in the current environment where corpses are everywhere, this is the only way to deter these red-eyed villagers and thugs.

The people who were half buried by the soil were all petrified in situ.

Shen Wei and his group approached the battlefield and came to Wang Zhengqing's side. Just as Shen Wei was about to speak, Wei Buzheng raised his finger to the southeast: "Someone is coming, normal people and Wuchong people."

Several people looked up at the same time, and saw hundreds of people running down the southeast hillside with sticks in their hands.

Shen Wei turned to the battlefield covered by loess, and asked the man with white cloth on his head: "What's your name? Are you one of you?"

"My name is Zhang Yihan, and I'm the leader of our side." After the man with the white cloth head answered, he immediately looked back, "That's from a few villages near us. Let me go out. I have to stop them. There's a lot of mourning... that clan you're talking about, they don't know that these bastards have killed so many of us again, and they'll go crazy when they see family and friends being killed."

As soon as Xiang Zhen raised his hand, the soil around Zhang Yihan and the dozen or so people around him with white cloth wrapped around their left arms instantly shifted, superimposed on a group of normal people who were besieged opposite them.

Shen Wei said: "Go and appease them first, we will deal with it here."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to an open space in the north: "People who do not belong to the nearby villages, go there, east to west, ten people in a row, sit on the ground, and keep quiet."

He pointed to the people with the white cloth wrapped around their arms: "The folks in the nearby villages, the normal people and the Wuchong people are separated, ten people sit in the same place and keep quiet."

Xiang Zhen raised her hand, and the floating loess on the ground slowly rolled from east to west, and the people who were half buried by the loess stood again on the ground full of withered grass and blood. , the speed suddenly accelerated, and soon returned to the original place.

Zhang Yihan and a dozen men glanced at Shen Wei and the others again, then ran towards the southeast hillside.

Wang Zhengqing and Xiang Zhen walked towards Shen Dan respectively and asked them to stand still at the gathering place, and each supervised one side.

People on both sides are a bit dilly-dallying.

Wang Zhengqing sternly reprimanded: "Speed ​​up, if you don't get in position within one minute, get out."

All the people started to run, and within a minute, the besieged side sat down in a row of ten people, a total of 1 people.

The villagers took a lot slower and took about 2 minutes to sit. Normal people sat in ten and a half rows, 90 people; Wuchong people sat in nine rows, [-] people.

A man's hoarse and mournful roar came from a distance, it was Zhang Yihan's side.

Shen Wei squinted his eyes and looked over, and saw Zhang Yihan and two people desperately blocking a tall Wuchong tribe, who kicked and beat Zhang Yihan and the three of them like crazy.

Wei Buzheng said, "I'll go over and have a look."

Shen Wei paused for a moment, but did not stop him, he turned his head and called Wang Zhengqing: "Master Dao, you and Buzheng go over together."

"Yes." Wang Zhengqing agreed, and turned to the group of people sitting on the ground, "I warn you, don't think that there are only a few of us and make any crooked ideas, you can't afford it."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards Wei Buzheng.

Wei Buzheng waited for him, and the two of them walked southward together. Just a few steps away, someone shouted from behind: "Sir, I have something to tell you alone, and I have to talk to you alone."

Wei Buzheng and Wang Zhengqing turned their heads at the same time, and saw the person sitting first in the first row to the north raised his hand, looking at Shen Wei eagerly.

Although the clothes on his body were tattered, the yellow hair bleached and dyed close to white was also dirty and disheveled, and there was blood on his face, Wei Buzheng could still see clearly that it was a young boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Shen Wei said to the boy, "Say it."

The yellow-haired boy pointed to the villagers on the opposite side and said, "I can't tell them in front of them, sir. Only I know this secret. What I say is true. Just a few words. If you don't believe me, I will tell you the truth." Come back here immediately and never speak again in the future, I swear."

There was a distance of about 40 meters between the besieged and the villagers. Shen Wei stood in the middle about five meters west of the two teams. At this distance, if he spoke in a lower voice, the villagers would not be able to hear him.

Shen Wei said indifferently: "Come here."

The yellow hair stood up and walked towards Shen Dan.

Wei Buzheng noticed that everyone in the village was staring at the yellow hair, no matter if they were normal people or Wuchong people, they all had expressions of hatred that they wanted to eat their flesh and bones.

Wei Buzheng hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Master Dao, I'll go over and listen, what does he want to say...you're courting death..."

Wei Buzheng raised his hand suddenly, and the invisible Wu Chong surged out from his fingertips, shooting at the young blond hair like a sharp arrow.

Along with Wu Chong, Wang Zhengqing shot at the yellow hair with a metallic lancet, Xiang Zhen's white sparks, and Li Dongyuan.

The golden ox hair needle from the yellow hair hovered in the air one meter away from Shen Wei, and Wang Zhengqing's lancet and Xiang Zhen's sparks hovered about [-] centimeters away from the young man's body.

However, Li Dongyuan was not frozen by the dangerous space. All the nails on his hands popped out, and he yelled and rushed towards the yellow hair. Five sharp wounds went down from the yellow hair's forehead, covering his entire face, and extending to his face. chest.

The yellow hair's face and chest were covered with blood and flesh, he covered his face and rolled to the ground, uttering a horrific scream: "Ah——ah—ah——"

The one who screamed with the yellow hair was another young boy who was sitting next to the yellow hair and attacked Shen Wei with flames at the same time. His flames dissipated automatically when they were about ten meters away from Shen Wei , he was scratched on the face and chest by Lin Yu who rushed over in almost the same way as Li Dongyuan.

Lin Yu didn't let him go after he fell to the ground. His sharp nails continued to swing towards his chest, and the nails on his right hand didn't get in. "You bastard, how dare you sneak up on our boss."

In the northern team, there were two other people who jumped up while the yellow hair was attacking, and rushed towards Shen Wei and Xiang Zhen together.

Now, they were hit by the second attack launched by Wang Zhengqing and Xiang Zhen. They were stabbed several times, and they rolled and howled on the ground covered in flames.

The villagers were silent.

The remaining people on the yellow-haired side screamed and got up and ran north.

Shen Wei said coldly: "Stop immediately and return to the original position."

Except for a dozen or so who sat on the ground without moving, none of those who got up stopped.

Wei Buzheng stared at them intently, and after a while, he withdrew his gaze and said to Shen Wei, "Be careful."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Wang Zhengqing, turned around and left: "Master Dao, the one over there is coming, let's go over quickly, Zhang Yihan and the others seem to be unable to stop them."

The metal needles issued by the yellow hair dissipated in the air together with the weapons of Wang Zhengqing and Xiang Zhen.

The howl of the young man scratched by Huang Mao and Lin Yu became smaller and smaller, and soon disappeared. In less than a minute, Huang Mao turned into a black-faced Wuchong with stiff movements; being scratched by Lin Yu He also changed into the Wuchong tribe, but at the same time he mutated, he also died.

Those who also became Wuchong people also had more than 40 people who tried to escape.

A large group of zombies Wu Chong stood up in the village, raising their arms and howling "Ahhh". They were excited and happy. These people who chased them down as animals because of their mutation are now worse than them. They still retain their sanity and recognize their relatives and neighbors. These people have become mummy that can't even move their eyes.

Shen Wei said calmly to the dozen or so people in the north who were already petrified: "You can also try to escape, I'm worried that I have no excuse to kill you on the spot."

The Wuchong that Wei Buzheng sent out just now had a very high concentration, and Huang Mao and more than 40 hunters who were trying to escape were almost turned into black charcoal. , These people can already be regarded as dead.

A man in his 30s stumbled and said: "We, we are forced, we don't want to kill people, we..."

"You fucking fart." Shen Wei sneered, "We have walked all the way, and there are people who have become Wuchong people everywhere, but there has never been a place where there are people like you, who are so insane just to get energy crystals that don't exist at all. killing one's own kind."

A broken voice shouted: "They are zombies, zombies, zombies are monsters without mind, they eat people, as long as they catch us normal people, we will become monsters like them."

Shen Wei said: "I have seen the Wuchong tribe who bit and scratched normal people, but the cruelest Wuchong tribe I have ever seen is not as cruel as your so-called normal people; In the Qing Dynasty, it is indeed possible to harm the same kind, but it is only possible, not all mutated people will harm others, the fact is, even the most asshole and cruel Wuchong tribe, no one has killed more people than you gangsters."

The shivering man sitting on the ground stared at Shen Dan and argued, "But they might scratch and bite us, turning us into monsters like them."

"Because it is possible to scratch and bite someone, you sentenced others to death?" Shen Wei asked coldly, "Everyone in this world, as long as they are alive, may become a criminal one day. According to your theory, Should all people, including yourself, be killed from birth? If only those who you think may commit crimes should be killed by you, then you have killed countless people. Should innocent criminals deserve to die?"

"Kill them, kill them, they killed a lot of people in our village."

"Kill this group of beasts, he killed my elder brother, my elder brother never hurt a single person..."

"My father didn't even go out after the mutation. They rushed into our house, beat my father until his brains came out, and killed these bastards..."

"They killed my brother, my brother was only nine years old..."

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Wei Buzheng and Wang Zhengqing ran to the place where Zhang Yihan and the others stopped them. Most of them were old and weak, women and children, and only a few normal people, young and middle-aged. Obviously, they stayed to protect these Wuchong people. of.

Arguing with Zhang Yihan, the one who insisted on rushing over was Zhang Yongfeng, a man in his 30s. From a distance, he looked like a zombie. From a close look, his face was gray and haggard, which should be caused by long-term illness. The reason why he The dispute with Zhang Yihan was because his 21-year-old brother Zhang Yongjiao was lying at his feet.

This should be Zhang Yihan's first battle against the yellow-haired gang. Now, there are about thirty corpses lying here.

Wei Buzheng squatted down and put his hand on the wrist of Zhang Yongjiao whose head was bloody and bloody. Ten seconds later, he put his hand on Zhang Yongjiao's forehead again. After a while, he raised his head and fell silent after seeing him and Wang Zhengqing. Zhang Yihan and Zhang Yongfeng said: "He is still alive, go quickly and check your people carefully one by one. I have a healing ability. Maybe I can help rescue some of them."

All the normal people standing with Zhang Yihan were stunned, and a few seconds later, Zhang Yongfeng knelt down in front of Wei Buzheng with a plop: "Please save my Yongjiao family, my brother is the best kid, he just After graduating from university, he could have stayed in Ninghai, he came back to take care of me, my parents and children were killed by those bastards, only the two of us..."

Wang Zhengqing said to the other people who were still in a daze: "Hurry up and check on your relatives, maybe they will be able to rescue them in just a second."

Zhang Yihan woke up like a dream, and said to the group of normal people: "Go quickly, look carefully one by one, I'll go over there, there are many more..."

He suddenly choked up, couldn't continue, turned around and ran towards Shen Wei and the others.

In order not to irritate the zombies of the old, weak, sick, and disabled relatives hiding behind the mountain, they didn't even dare to make a sound after colliding with the yellow-haired group here. Relying on the advantage of the large number of people, they quickly moved the battlefield to the north.

Huang Mao's group was also frightened when they saw their team of 300 people and more than 100 zombies in the team. They didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of attracting more zombies.

In the past, Zhang Yihan and the others only knew to hide around with their relatives who had become Wuchong people. Organizations like Yellow Hair chased and killed them. Their sporadic resistance resulted in more normal folks being killed.

A few days ago, he heard that normal people from other places organized zombies with near-normal sanity and strong bodies to resist the team of hunting zombies. Together, they connected people from four nearby villages, and organized more than 100 strong zombies to resist the persecution of hunters with them.

In the past month, the hunting team usually consisted of 50 to 150 people. It may be known that people in nearby villages have begun to organize a joint resistance. The hunting team that found their hiding place today has more than [-] people, of which There are also five supernatural beings, and the yellow hair is the most powerful one among them.

In their four villages, there are only two supernatural beings. Among them, the child with wood supernatural supernatural powers is only seven years old. They dare not let the child show his face at all, because there are rumors that the crystals of supernatural beings are stronger than those of ordinary zombies. It's countless times better, absorbing one is more effective than absorbing a hundred zombies.

Li Jialong, the only fire-type power user who can participate in the battle, his power is not weak, but compared with Huang Mao and his group who have participated in countless hunts and kills of the Wuchong tribe, he has too little combat experience, and he was defeated by Huang Mao as soon as he went up. He was seriously injured by the metal ability. If Zhang Yihan hadn't led people to fight to get him back, he might have been dug out of his brain and abdomen by the yellow-haired gang.

Now, Li Jialong is lying in the cave, dying.

Zhang Yihan ran tens of meters, then turned around suddenly, and bowed to Wei Buzheng: "Please save them, save them."

Wei Buzheng nodded, and then said to Zhang Yongfeng: "Give me a bowl of water, he has lost a lot of blood, so he needs to add some water first."