In the distance, a fixed scene seems to be a freeze in the picture.

Lin Xiang held a gun in his right hand and climbed the wall in his left hand, locking on the street corners. His eyes did not shake at all.

He was once familiar with everything in the city, but he was extremely unfamiliar with the ruins under his feet. The places where the old era brought him countless good memories have been destroyed into the core of dust and rubble. Even there are few plants. Radiation and drought have joined forces to kill all the hope of green plants occupying the ruins.

It cannot be said that Lin Xiang's thinking and imagination are too rich. When anyone is waiting in boredom, he will always find something for himself to do. Moreover, detecting the shadow in his consciousness is still jumping forward. Although he is approaching, it takes too long.

The moment "he" appeared at the intersection, Lin Xiang's pupils shrank sharply.

He took a deep breath, barely suppressing the faint uneasiness in his heart and the huge shock like the storm in his heart.

Lin Xiang subconsciously held the gun handle tightly, and his fingers holding the trigger trembled slightly, but were tightly controlled by the tense nerves, and did not make a series of actions such as bending and retraction.

There is no doubt that "he"...c." should be considered human.

The body proportions are completely in line with the most basic definition of human beings. The skin color is very dark, but the essential difference from the skin color of Africans is the sauce color between dark red and thick black.

"He" is very thin. He bent over and hunched over. Judging from the length of his thigh, he is about 1.75 to 1.80 meters tall. But in fact, he cannot show the momentum he deserves. He is more like a slave who is struggling in life and can only bow down to others to breathe. His figure is terrible. I don't know if he suffers from muscle atrophy or long-term malnutrition. He has almost no fat on his body, and his skin is tightly attached to the surface of his bones. Except for the slightly rounded pelvis, the abdomen is about the size of a watermelon, and the rest of the body is as thin as a firewood.

"He" was wearing a light gray wool sweater. His clothes were very big, disproportionate to his shriveled body. The cracked collar drooped on his shoulders, revealing his neck covered with countless convex blood vessels like a tree root. The clothes were very bad, and they were all covered with broken threads. The sleeves were covered with flying catkins, which were obviously decayed and could only barely maintain a relatively complete shape. It was neither warm nor able to cover the shame of the body. For "He", it seemed that it was just an optional body attachment, but he didn't even want to take it off. Because." "His", "His", down.

Complete body, red.

Naked. There was not even a piece of rag around the waist. The genitals in the middle of the legs and hips representing the symbol of males no longer exist, only a little bit, two or three centimeters, like strange bulges in the shape of a dry hard sarcoma.

The most terrifying thing is "his" left hand - the five fingers that should have been able to stretch at the front of the left arm have long been replaced by a hard armor blade in the shape of a crescent. The thin blade tip is still faintly flashing with a layer of hazy halo.

Lin Xiang looked at the "he" closer and closer in silence. Time passed by minute by minute." He began to feel that the wind that was rushing towards him was particularly colder than usual. And his inner world also produced an indescribable fear and helplessness.

"It's a zombie."."

These words did not speak out. Instead, they echoed wildly in Lin Xiang's mind, involving those long-lasting memories that they thought they would never think of again, full of sadness and pain.

Obviously "he" is the owner of this vegetable field.

The black bone long knife dragged obliquely on the ground, followed the steps, drew a curved irregular white line, making a bumpy and bumpy friction sound.

The hard chitin bone knife is very sharp. The friction point dragged on the ground has become dull, bald and rough. At first glance, it does not look like a weapon that once harvested countless lives in the old era, but more like a simple farm tool like a sickle.

"He" stood firmly in front of the vegetable field and stood silently for nearly ten minutes. What Lin Xiang could see from "his" perspective were only the five or six flowering vegetables planted between the earth and the vegetables that had been scattered beside them, leaving only half-dry cut vegetable roots on the ground.

"He" seemed to be thinking about something." "A few minutes later, "He" finally raised his feet and walked into the vegetable field. He used his completely deformed left arm as a tool to insert the tip into the soil and pry up large pieces of soil. He kept digging, and the roots of the mud began to be exposed, and they were carefully picked up on the stone along the street next to him and carefully knocked off the mud blocks, carefully put them in one of them, which was broken but barely considered complete woven pockets.

Lin Xiang slowly walked out from behind the hiding wall and looked at all this silently. The gun in his hand was not raised but just pointed at the ground.

His movements were very light and did not make any sound. The living zombies were busy digging the vegetable roots. They did not notice anything strange from beginning to end, and there was no one behind them.

"He" worked very hard. When the vegetable was put into the pocket, he could still hear the heavy breathing rhythm. When he finished his work, tied the heavy pocket tightly with a rope, carried it on his shoulders with difficulty, and turned around with satisfaction, he finally found that Lin Xiang was standing firmly behind him like an iron tower.

"You."." You.c.".What cc.". Are you?

A terrifying cry erupted from the depths of his throat, his voice hoarse, as if the goose c, filled with too much sand, was very unpleasant, and his tone also had a muffled voice that was dragged. The sudden fright caused "he" to instinctively take a few steps back, his feet collided heavily on the rubble, and his body lost balance and fell uncontrollably. The woven pockets carried on his shoulders also fell, and "bone rolled out" fresh vegetable roots covered with the ground.

Lin Xiang suddenly exerted force and accelerated, and rushed forward like a wolf. He took a big step to fly his right foot, accurately stepped on the elbow joint of his left arm, and pressed the sharp bone-like sword tightly. At the same time, he pulled out a steel bar from the concrete mound next to him, aiming at the other party supporting the ground, and poked the palm of his right hand that he wanted to get up again to completely fix his entire person, and could not move at all.

"He" didn't seem to feel the pain. Although the steel bar that passed through his palm was deeply inserted into the ground for nearly ten centimeters, he twisted desperately, trying to pull it out again with the strength of his bones and muscles. This terrible movement ended up not having any effect, and the zombie obviously understood this and began to change the movement method, shaking his arms left and right, causing enough gaps to be created by the nailed palm, and then pull out.

Lin Xiang coldly glanced at the corner of his tightly pursed lips, revealing a cruel and vicious smile.

Without saying anything, he grabbed the top of the steel bar, and his muscles exerted force, and broke the steel bar downwards to a right angle. He then held it back hard along the corner, making a ball of nail tail with a diameter that was significantly larger than the steel bar itself. "Hehehehe" grinned a few times, crushing the huge steel bar downwards fiercely, nailing the entire palm of the living zombie firmly.

"You." "Is it a scam? Why?"."

"He"'s two eye sockets were deeply engulfed, and it was originally a crystal globular surface, covered with a gray film similar to cataract patients. Lin Xiang had never studied zombies and did not know whether their visual nerves were the same as humans. But from these simple words, "He" could obviously see himself c

"He"'s expression was extremely hideous and terrifying. This effect was largely due to the atrophy of the facial muscles and the complete attachment to the bones. The cheekbones were so protruding that they were solely connected by ligaments, barely retaining the function of movable bones. If enough fat and water could be injected into it, it should be considered a hard sweat-like man who meets human aesthetic standards. But now...c." What Lin Xiang saw was just a terrifying living skeleton.

Judging from the question, "he" should be very scared.

For some reason, Lin Xiang instinctively remembered that when he first entered the ruins, the slaughtered corpse said words of begging for mercy in an equally hoarse and ugly tone before he died.

"Say! Who are you?"

Lin Xiang only felt that the muscles on his body tightened, and he felt an uncontrollable excitement and excitement. This was the effect of the large amount of epinephrine secretion in a short period of time. It was not because of sex.

Desire comes from the subconscious arrogance and ravage of others' fate.

Jump, and.

Stubborn, abuse.

Extreme desire c

"I..

.".name?"

"He" opened his mouth like a human, revealing his tongue with a little mucus and dry, red. The sound was still harsh, as harsh as a nightmare: "I."." "Howl." "Okay, ah, heh."

Just like the sound recognition and literacy of a child in the first grade of school, Lin Xiang took nearly three minutes to barely distinguish the two words "Ahao" from the short and deep syllables of the other party. Although he doesn't quite understand the meaning, it should not be difficult to infer that this is the name of the zombie.

He."." actually has a name?

This made Lin Xiang shake his head repeatedly, creating an incredible absurdity

To a large extent, the question was just to continue with the other party's words. Lin Xiang never thought of getting the answer from a zombie... They were monsters, murderers who indirectly destroyed the old era. Even without a nuclear war, no one could guarantee that the civilized world could continue to exist under the crushing of a huge group of zombies. And those humans who were bitten or even cut off their bodies and caused harm will become part of the terrifying mutant creatures in a short period of time.

"Don't kill me."

The pronunciation of these words is obviously clearer than at the beginning. Lin Xiang, who returned to reality from memories, found that when he was speaking, "he" was always staring at the gun in his hand.

Obviously, "he" knew what this was, and the power and function of the gun.

Lin Xiang didn't say anything. He lowered his head, started from his shoulders, and observed "him" in sequence, which was the whole body of the zombie called himself "Ahao".

"He"'s skin is very hard. Most of the surface has formed a scale-shaped structure. Of course, this is not a real scale, but a mesh skin texture c. This is almost the common feature of most refugees in the wilderness, and it is also a self-evolution of human beings in the radiation environment. Unsightly, but very strong, semi-chitinized skin can effectively resist ray damage and keep the muscle tissue under the cover activated. Especially for joints that often come into contact with other objects, cells also accumulate layer by layer to form harder keratin, and even evolve into armor-like connectives.

Lin Xiang pulled out the fighting knife and cut a small mouth about half a centimeter deep into his chest. There was no bleeding, and the protruding blood vessels under the skin were more like a completely devoid of function. They were very hard, to be precise, and should be tough. They bound muscles and bones together with ligaments, causing the body to have a moving effect.

"Without blood, how can your internal organs stay fresh?"

This seemed like a joke, but even Lin Xiang himself didn't feel humorous. He gritted his teeth hard, and did not care about the bitter begging in his eyes, and stabbed it deep into the other party's chest with a force. While the sharp blade pierced through the muscles, he could clearly feel the hole passed along the blade to his hand. He could only hear a muffled sound of "punching", and the dagger had sunk to the point of no handle.

"He" still did not show any pain, but just shouted at the top of his lungs, begging for mercy, asking for help, and shouting." c. His hands were completely fixed and unable to move, but his legs and feet continued to rise, bent, and quickly stretched out, stirring up a messy dust in the sky.

Lin Xiang looked at the desperate zombie with cold eyes, and suddenly a very strong abusive feeling appeared. He felt that he had become obviously a little irritable, and the dagger in his hand was cut down smoothly. While the blade tightly clamped was cut, it also made a "creaking" sound similar to rubbing on the glass. It was very laborious, but it still cut the body of the zombie from the middle, revealing the cavity of the dark deep hole.

Feeling. "." "There is nothing, but I can't smell the expected rotten smell.

Very unexpected." Lin Xiang crossed the blade in surprise, cut the zombie's chest and abdominal muscle layer across and flipped it open. Suddenly, the entire body was completely exposed to the dim sky light.

The part close to the spine is condensed with a thick black substance about seven or eight centimeters thick. It has completely dried up. Judging from the shape and appearance, it should be internal organs such as the heart and lungs. The stomach bag shrinks into a gray membrane connected to the muscles. As for the intestines, "." They have atrophy into trunk lines that are only half a centimeter thick, bent, wrapping organs such as the kidneys and gallbladders.

In the old days, Lin Xiang had not received professional medical training like Liu Yuchen, nor was he a genius doctor like Rand Walker, but he was a soldier and had some understanding of the human body structure and internal organs. The cruel survival rules of the wasteland world also gave him a deeper understanding of the science of human anatomy.

He could not have misunderstood every component of the human body. However, he could not understand and did not know what language should be used to describe all this what his eyes saw.

He was not afraid of these dry internal organs. In fact, when he saw "him" from a distance, Lin Xiang had already guessed that the body of the living zombie had actually been mummified. But for some reason, "he" was still alive. And." In the cut-out cavity of the body, in the position where the heart was supposed to exist, a diameter of about ten centimeters appeared, which became the only body organ, maintaining sufficient softness and moisture, and with bright red film-like substances.

It looked like a reduced version of a football. It was shrinking, or squirming, or it should be said to be squirming. Lin Xiang wanted to cut it open and see the internal structure inside. However, "." The despair and fear revealed in the zombie's eyes finally stopped the movements in his hand.

He didn't know how many times he had seen such eyes... the company commander who was chopped off his head by himself in Kunming City, the girl who was dragged out of the intestines by a living zombie in Chengdu City, and the citizens who had died but had climbed up again in the form of a corpse, and had his expression fixed on his face before his death c."... They were exactly the same, exactly the same.

"Don't kill me."

The voice of "his" is very strange. The tone is inaccurate. Especially the word "kill" sounds more like a syllable of "silly".

Lin Xiang was stunned for a moment, slowly stood up from the zombie, slowly inserted his pistol back into the leather tube on his waist, and looked at "him" with a complicated expression.

Kill "him".".c. It is meaningless.

There are no living people in the ruins. Judging from the previous series of actions of this zombie, the purpose of "his" is obviously the vegetable roots on the ground next to him.

Very weird, very weird.

In Lin Xiang's memory, the only food for living zombies is meat. They feed on the bodies of living people. While plundering, they also spread the virus with a crazy devouring effect. But now." "He" actually dug out these things from the ground. Could it be." "." This is "his" food?

Lin Xiang was chilling, but at the same time he also felt a strong sense of curiosity and heart.

"I." "Hungry."

Perhaps because he understood the expression on Lin Xiang's face, "He" twisted his body with difficulty and tried hard to issue two monotonous and unchanged words.

Nodding calmly, Lin Xiang walked to his nailed left hand, pulling out the steel bars that were deeply inserted into the ground with force. The zombie who had regained freedom struggled to get up from the ground. He looked down at the cut-out chest cavity, and used his right arm that had evolved into a bone knife to close the broken flesh. His right hand grabbed a piece of scrap iron wire from the pile of debris next to him, penetrated the skin hard, and sewed the dispersed body back together like a button.
Chapter completed!