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In a wilderness next to the national highway, a group of survivors were originally stationed here. It was not as chaotic as the refugees, but it was only a station for more than a hundred people. However, this place did not have any popularity at this time. All the hundreds of survivors were turned into mutilated wrecks on the ground, with blood all over the ground. Each corpse had been eaten so much that it was difficult to see its original shape, with intestines and other filthy objects hanging on its body.
The ground was bloody and the stench filled the sky.
When Jun Zhi and Zui first came here, they saw this scene in front of them. There were a few zombies in the distance eating the remaining human flesh, but the best parts of the meat had already been eaten. Clean and tidy.
"It happened about a day ago." Junzhi's voice sounded.
While Zuichu rushed forward and cut off the heads of the zombies with his sword, he ordered his twin brother: "What place is this?"
"The fifth place." Junzhi replied calmly: "We can almost figure out the opponent's route, and we can catch up with him as soon as tomorrow."
"Yes." Zuichu responded softly. At this time, the few remaining zombies had been killed by the little girl.
"But, sister." Junzhi hesitated: "The other party has already looted five small human strongholds. It is estimated that their combat power has increased in recent days. The number cannot be estimated. We may not be able to handle it alone."
Zuichu flipped his wrist and shook off the black blood beads on the Tang sword, and said in a cold voice: "Catch up first."
"How is it?" An old man with rough and thin skin, yellow and black skin, but a kind face looked at Chu Han expectantly. He was holding a plate in his hand that was not clean and was broken in several places, with a few pancakes on it.
"It's delicious." Wangcai answered for Chu Han.
"Hehehe, as long as it tastes good, my skills are passed down from ancestors, but there is no way to use them when the end of the world comes." The old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were deep, and suddenly he was covered with a layer of wrinkles. Hui's eyes blinked: "Why did your voice sound a little strange just now?"
"Oh, talking while eating, of course the sound is strange." Chu Han answered casually, looking at Wangcai who was eating so much on the table with a smile.
"That's true." The old man nodded with a serious face, and then smiled as brightly as a chrysanthemum. He pushed the pancake in his hand towards Chu Han: "There is more here, eat more."
Chu Han glanced at the old man's thin figure and took it with a smile: "Thank you."
"No thank you." The old man waved his hand quickly: "I"
"Hey! Are you done yet? You've been waiting for a long time!" Suddenly a arrogant voice in the room interrupted the old man's words, with a strong sense of threat: "If you don't work, I will feed you to the zombies, you old immortal thing!"
Chu Han looked around. The weather in the north was very cold. The snow on the ground was trampled into mud and turned black. This was a small village. He was sitting on a big stone outside a mud house. In front of him was a picture with a broken leg. On the wooden table, a snow-white rabbit ate itself into a ball.
The door of the earthen hut next to it was closed tightly, and bursts of warmth came from the cracks left open. It seemed that there was a fire inside. The man who just spoke was full of energy and had a high status in this small village.
The old man in front of him was seventy years old, blind. He was wearing a short coat that could not cover his forearms. The exposed skin was black and cold, and his trousers were even thinner. The shoes on his feet were torn and exposed, and his figure was even thinner. It's like being blown up to the sky by this wind and snow.
He smelled bad, his clothes were dirty, and his craftsmanship was not as good as he said it was passed down from his ancestors. At most, the pancakes were cooked.
"Shh!" Hearing the shouts of the people in the house, the old man whispered to Chu Han in a panic: "Don't get discovered. You can keep these and eat them slowly. I will go and deliver pancakes to my son first."
"Okay." Chu Han responded with a smile, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold.
After the old man entered the house, Chu Han took a look at himself. He had long clothes and trousers, and a coat to resist the cold wind. There was no trace of dust on his body, his fingers were clean, he was dressed in luxury, he had crystals worth 20,000 points with him, and he had a car in the dimensional space. The modern solar-powered Wrangler has enough food to drive everyone in this village crazy.
"That's his son?" Wang Cai didn't know whether he was talking to Chu Han or sighing to himself.
"Yes, it's his son." Chu Han repeated, stood up, picked up Wangcai, stuffed it into his pocket, and headed for the exit of the village.
He didn't want to stay here for a moment, he was afraid that he would lose control and want to kill someone.
Not long after Chu Han left, a group of black-robed men suddenly came to the village. Twenty black-robed men covered themselves tightly and caused quite a sensation when they stepped into this small village.
People close their doors tightly or pack their things as quickly as possible. They are very good at this. In order to avoid zombies, these people often move. This small village is just a place where they live temporarily. They are lucky to have a residence here.
They didn't know what aliens were, they just felt that an opportunity had come.
Some people, thinking about Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts, walked out of the house excitedly and bravely greeted the twenty men in black robes in front of them. Among them was the son of the old man who brought pancakes to Chu Han.
This man was about forty years old and had nothing to do all his life. After the apocalypse broke out, he followed a group of homeless people. The reason why he brought his elderly father with him was to have a free servant.
"Sir?" The old man's son approached these people with a shy face, pushed aside the competitors around him and spoke cautiously: "Are you here to pick us up? Are you from Beijing?"
The Shangjing Survivor Base is a place that countless people dream of going to. These refugees are also moving in that direction. No matter how many people die on the way, they cannot stop their determination to enter the largest base in China.
The leader of the alien species could not be seen clearly. He just took out a portrait from his pocket and said in a sharp voice: "Have you seen this person?"
A group of people stared at the person in the portrait for a long time. The painting above was of a young man. The painting was lifelike and his expression was very real. Although his appearance was ordinary, his eyes were unforgettable, with a strong sense of solemnity. Feeling, it’s not easy to mess with at first glance.
Looking at a group of people shaking their heads, the twenty aliens were a little agitated. Since they had never seen it before, they would eat these people in front of them!
Just when the aliens were about to take action, a trembling voice suddenly sounded from a distance: "Son, have you seen the young man sitting outside the house just now? Where has he gone?"
"Fuck!" the old man's son cursed angrily, turned back and ran to the old man in two or three steps, and kicked him directly: "You old man! Did you give away my food to others again? I'll hit him Kill you!"
The old man was beaten until he squatted down with his head in his hands. Every time he was kicked, the bones of his thin body seemed to break. The alien who was just about to ask completely lost interest when he saw that the old man's eyes were covered with gray.
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