"Didn't you leave? Why are you going back the same way?" Wangcai was puzzled all the way.
"After all, I ate other people's pancakes and left something behind." Chu Han really didn't want to say that he had a knot in his heart. The old man's simplicity just made him feel depressed. He has always been very predatory and did everything with a clear conscience. Even when he had to squeeze in to survive without such good conditions in his previous life, he was always sinister. The old man was like a mirror, revealing all the evil thoughts deep in his heart.
It's the end of the world, it's so bad, even his own son treats him like this, why is he still so simple? Being so kind to a stranger is rare even in civilized times, right
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The small village was originally in dilapidated condition. It was impossible to count how many times it had been besieged by zombies. The original color of the earthen walls could not be seen clearly for a long time. There were traces of some kind of creature sweeping up everywhere. In addition, the falling snow made it difficult to see the original color. It was freezing cold here, and bodies were lying all over the muddy snow.
puff-
A mutant stretched out his hand and stabbed a man's chest, pulling out his whole heart. His big mouth opened on Senbai's face, and his fangs tore off a large piece of the heart in one go, chewing it like enjoyment. After two swallows, he swallowed with a gurgle. The blood flowed down between his fingers, flowing on the snow and mixing with the dirty snow water, making it extremely filthy.
Snapped!
The person who lost his heart fell directly to the ground and died instantly.
There were constant cries and pleas for mercy everywhere. There was no strong person among these refugees. It was not easy to survive and reach this point. However, a mere twenty aliens could make more than a hundred of them unable to fight back.
"You can't kill me, spare my life, spare my life!" The son of the old man who delivered pancakes to Chu Han knelt on the ground, begging desperately for mercy from a mutant who had cracked a woman's head open and eaten her brain. He didn't dare to look at the black robes in front of him. The appearance of the people, and I dare not think about why they can talk but do the same things as zombies.
This man in his forties tried his best to reflect his own value: "I am an evolved person, I am a first-level evolved person. If you spare me, I can do whatever you want, really!"
"Son? What happened?" The old man was still curled up on the ground. He had just had one of his ribs broken by his own son. Those alien species also lost interest because he was too old. He could not see but could only hear. There was unusual movement around him, and when he heard his son begging for mercy, the old man quickly shouted.
At this time, the massacre of the village was coming to an end. The whole village was filled with a strong smell of blood. There were residual meat and blood stains everywhere. Some walls were covered with dirty yellow-brown sticky substance, and the ground was covered with It's a pile of corpses with their hearts taken out. These alien species are very picky eaters and only eat the heart, which is the part that can best enhance energy.
The pervasive smell of blood quickly dissipated and dispersed into the distance, soon attracting a large wave of zombies, or even a large number of zombies. After the zombie swarms were swept away, there would be only one left here. With a pile of bones, it would be difficult to tell that the alien species had ever been here.
The alien standing in front of the old man's son paused for a second. He opened his mouth wide, and there were still pieces of flesh and blood in the gaps between his fangs. He stared at the middle-aged man who kept kowtowing in front of him, and said in a cold tone: " First-order evolver?"
"Yes! First order!" The middle-aged man's voice immediately became louder, and he bravely raised his head to look expectantly at the terrifying-looking man in black robes.
"How?" The alien in front of him asked his companion.
"Looking like this is not an option. Let's keep this person and let him infiltrate the human race to get information." A famous alien suggested.
"Did you hear that?" The alien standing in front of the middle-aged man smiled and took out the portrait again: "Help us find this person. He should be on the way to Shangjing. It's best to lead him to us."
"I heard it! I will definitely do it!" the middle-aged man promised excitedly.
"Son! What did you promise them, son?" the old man yelled in panic, and then said to the aliens: "Let my son go, come to me if you have any problem!"
"Yo?" There was a burst of laughter from the heterogeneous group: "Does your father want you to turn around?"
"Go, kill him.
"The alien standing in front of the middle-aged man ordered to him, his tone unquestionable.
"Okay!" The middle-aged man walked up to his father without hesitation, and when the latter looked in disbelief, he picked up the big stone next to him and smashed the old man on the head!
Bang!
Smash it without hesitation!
Click! puff-
The skull shattered instantly, and the brain matter and blood in the old man's head spurted out, spraying on the middle-aged man's body, but he didn't care and continued to smash it with all his strength, and even cursed: "I'm responsible for you." No matter what? Go to hell, you dirty, smelly old loser!"
"Hahaha!"
"It was smashed!"
Twenty aliens burst into heart-rending laughter and stood aside to watch the show. In the middle of the laughter, another voice suddenly sounded behind them.
"Chu Han?" This was Wangcai's voice, with a hint of trembling: "That old man?"
Chu Han stood behind these people, his arms holding the Shura battle ax trembling. No matter how bloody the scene in front of him was, it could not arouse his emotions, but who could tell him what happened to the old man in front of him whose head was smashed to pieces
The middle-aged man who hit him on the head with a big stone and cursed while hitting him, was he the so-called son of the old man
What the hell is this world!
"Chu Han?" All twenty aliens were attracted by this pure and sudden voice. They turned around and looked at the man holding a huge black ax behind them. Their bodies could not help but tremble, and they lowered their heads and didn't know what they were looking at. young people.
A mutant lowered his head and looked at the portrait in his hand. When he raised his eyes again, his eyes lit up, and his lips full of disgusting fangs cracked in a desperate arc: "No need to look for it, he brought it to the door himself. "
"Stop smashing it, be quiet for a while." A mutant suddenly kicked the middle-aged man.
"Yes! Okay!" The middle-aged man quickly stopped his movements and stood aside humbly. His body, face and the stone in his hand were all covered with his biological father's blood.
"Are you Chu Han?" A mutant walked to the middle of the road, glanced at Chu Han up and down, and said with a hint of indifferent contempt: "I heard that you are a third-order evolver? Lord Konoha cares about you very much. , you are really good at hiding, so many of us have been looking for you for a whole month."
"Konoha?"
Chu Han raised his eyes, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes. The Shura battle ax in his hand was clenched to four in vain, and the ax blade was raised with a sudden burst of speed.
puff!
The alien who spoke suddenly had his skull cracked from the middle, and a huge black ax appeared without warning and struck his head directly, slicing it.
Wow—
The body was split in half with an axe, and blood burst out.
go to hell!
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