This is... the next world directly.
Three worlds in a row uninterrupted
Ge Xiu frowned, sat up, turned his head and looked at the whole room.
His eyes flicked over the broken tables and chairs scattered on the ground, the swarms of flies humming in the darkness, and finally landed on the rotting and stinking corpse leaning against the foot of the bed.
The man had apparently been dead for a long time, the thick black visceral water dripping down the open stomach to the damp ground, and there was a black hole in the back of the head.
A pitch-black gun was clutched in the tragic blue fingers hanging on the ground.
This time, Ge Xiu still didn't hear the familiar system prompts ringing in his ears.
Same as the previous world.
He bent down, took the gun from the corpse's stiff fingers, and juggled it gently.
The straight metal of the stencils fell heavily between the fingers, with a cold and inhuman taste.
Ge Xiu thought for a while, lowered his head, and looked at the dark and cold barrel in his hand for a while, then flexibly disassembled the magazine with his fingers, and a metallic click sounded in the empty room.
A Huang Chengcheng bullet fell into his palm.
Only one left.
What happened to make the man in this room so desperate that he chose to use this gun instead of his life? .
He walked to the window, raised his hand to lift the dirty blackout curtain, and looked down through the glass covered with vague handprints.
The field of view is very narrow.
It can be seen that the streets below are empty, as if the whole city has fallen into a dead silence, only the whirring of the north wind can be heard whistling through the dead high-rise buildings, shaking the windows that are not very stable in front of them. .
Vehicles overturned on empty roads, smoke rising from dead engines.
Crushed stones, broken glass, and old newspapers were scattered on the ground, exuding a strong ominous smell.
Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes.
He stepped back from the window, loaded the only gun in his hand, and walked towards the door.
The door was half closed.
It slides away silently with just a swipe.
The turbid and rich stench came instantly.
Outside the door is a narrow staircase. The bottom of the stairs is blocked by piles of broken furniture, and the top is shrouded in thick darkness.
The lamps on the ceiling, held by wires, swayed in mid-air, emitting weak and intermittent lights, illuminating the blackened half-coagulated bloodstains on the dirty walls, and countless messy and crazy bloody handprints.
There was a faint faint sound from overhead.
Ge Xiu looked up at the stairs that extended upwards, and walked towards the direction of the sound.
Upstairs is the exact same pattern, the only difference is that the sticky and foul-smelling blood spreads out from under the closed door, dripping down the edge of the stairs, gathering into small blood pools.
He gently rubbed the pulp of his finger, the sticky and cold touch of the drop of blood had not dissipated.
—It should have leaked from this room to the downstairs.
Ge Xiu took a few steps forward and looked at the closed door with the dim light.
The door was locked from the outside, but the key was still in the hole, as if someone had forgotten to unplug it in a panic.
The half-folded latch blocked the door, and the hard metal was bent and deformed outward, and it was also covered with blood.
The subtle sound became more and more obvious.
Ge Xiu raised his hand to remove the latch, held the key, and turned it slowly.
The slight rubbing of metal is especially clear in the dark.
- The door opened.
The moment the door slid open, accompanied by the gushing of the foul-smelling air, a distorted figure rushed out quickly, aggressively pounced on the unsuspecting figure at the door, and was about to hit the front!
"Bang!"
A dull knock sounded, and the figure fell backward sharply.
Ge Xiu was expressionless, he took the metal door latch in his hand and walked into the room.
The figure slowly climbed up again.
Only then did Ge Xiu clearly see the appearance of "him".
The man in front of him was wearing wrinkled home clothes with dried black blood on his clothes. His eyes were cloudy and his skin was dark. A piece of skin on his face was torn off, revealing the dark red fascia below. Teeth appeared in the dark hollows of his cheeks.
He stood up staggeringly, his throat roared like a beast, and his cloudy eyes showed a look of hunger and greed.
The man's limbs looked stiff, but moved unexpectedly quickly.
Ge Xiu was already prepared.
He swung the metal door latch in his hand again, and threw the man who was rushing towards him to the ground again.
The sunken part of the half-folded door latch just caught on the man's throat. He struggled, making a hollow sound of "drinking" in his throat, grabbing the latch with his dirty and bloody hands, his eyes always locked on Ge. Xiu's figure, there is nothing in his eyes other than the original appetite.
Ge Xiu frowned.
Compared to a living person, he is more like a corpse that can move.
Ge Xiu made a decisive decision, lifted his foot and stepped on the man's chest, using his skill to jam him into the gap between the ground and the wall.
He picked up the bent metal bar, turned it over with one hand, aimed the sharp point at the gap between the ribs, and then pressed down, slowly sending the weapon in his hand into the "man"'s heart.
There was a sizzling sound of flesh and blood breaking, and the tip was quickly inserted to the bottom.
However, unexpectedly, the man is still alive.
He struggled on the soles of Gosho's feet, trying to lower his head and nibble on the toes of Gosho's boots.
Ge Xiu was a little surprised.
His eyes lit up, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and a gleam of fun, like a fleeting spark, flashed across his dark eyes as quickly.
—Ge Xiu quickly put his ideas into practice.
He first immobilized the man with the help of the terrain, and then stretched out his hand to pull the tattered bed sheet covered with dark blood on the side of the bed, and bound him while ensuring that the other party could not touch him.
Ge Xiu walked to the kitchen, picked out a handy knife, and hurried back.
He stared at the man whose eyes were bulging, screaming and struggling, and said understandingly, "If it hurts, talk."
The bright light flashed on the blade of the blade, and the tip of the blade penetrated into the gap between the bones cleanly, skillfully cut off the meridian and the flesh connected to it, but in just a short writing, the limbs were already separated, and the thick black blood from the cross-section. It flowed out slowly, deposited a small piece on the ground, and then stopped flowing.
A suffocating rancid smell spread through the small room, and it was strong and sickening.
Ge Xiu seemed to be used to this unpleasant smell. His expression was normal, but he frowned slightly when his eyes touched the blood on the ground.
This is a necrotic limb.
In addition, the sharp tool inserted into the heart is not dead yet - I am afraid its blood circulation system has already stopped working.
Not only was this man dead long ago, he had probably been dead for several months.
That being the case, he had no worries about doing it.
Ge Xiu moved his neck, moved his somewhat stiff shoulders, and then stepped closer.
He cut open "it"'s belly, took out the greasy and smelly organs, cut off the spine one by one, and observed whether he could harm "it" by doing so - in the end, "it" Below the shoulders, there are only white, empty ribs, and messy limbs covered in mud and rot.
Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, slashed its throat with a knife blade, and cut off the throat. The blade continued to penetrate deeply and precisely cut off the cervical vertebrae.
Now, it's just the head.
But on the only remaining head, the shady eyes were still slowly turning, the jaws kept opening and closing, and dark blood bubbles poured out from under the head.
Ge Xiu turned his palms.
"Push."
The blade was inserted straight between the eyebrows, not into the skull.
This time, it finally stopped moving.
This is a monster that can only be killed by destroying the brain, and of course, removing its limbs from the central nervous system can reduce or even eliminate its attack power.
Ge Xiu stood on a messy ground, stepping on rotting organs and limbs, and a little black blood was splattered on his pale cheeks, like some kind of ominous omen.
He stared at the corpse with the limbs, torso, and head separated on the ground, lost in thought.
Therefore, this world should be occupied by this monster, so the street outside is such a desolate and desolate scene.
However, based on the attack power displayed by the monster in front of him, it would be difficult to make human civilization on the verge of collapse and the social order would disappear. Then, what appeared in front of him might only be the tip of the iceberg.
Ge Xiu turned his neck.
The pain in the shoulder is becoming more and more impossible to ignore.
He reached out and touched the back of his neck, and a feeling bordering on tingling and tingling spread.
Ge Xiu retracted his hand, and there was a little sticky, dark red blood on the pulp of his finger.
He was slightly startled, as if thinking of something, turned and walked quickly towards the direction of the bathroom.
The layout of the room here is exactly the same as the one downstairs. The bathroom and the outside are equally dirty, with a foul smell. A gnawed and mutilated corpse fell to the ground, and its head was as heavy as if it had been smashed. The ground sinks in, and you're already dead
Ge Xiu stepped over the corpse and came to the cracked mirror.
He turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and pulled off his collar, looking into the mirror.
At the back of his neck, a whole piece of meat was torn off forcibly, and the sharp tooth marks on it looked a bit shocking.
This bite mark has obviously been around for a while, and the surrounding flesh and blood has shown a semi-coagulated state.
It should have been caused before Ge Xiu woke up.
The surrounding clothes were stained black with dried blood, and on the pale skin next to the bite marks, a strange black and purple color spread like a spider web, turning his entire shoulder blade a sickly blue-black color.
But it wasn't very painful.
Just hemp.
Especially for a person like Ge Xiu who has long been used to pain and has a very high threshold, this level is almost imperceptible - otherwise, he will be aware of it the first time he wakes up.
- It's contagious.
And he was infected before he woke up.
A feeling of dizziness came.
Ge Xiu's eyes turned dark, and he had to raise his hand to hold the edge of the cold sink, and his knuckles turned blue and white with force, so that he could barely support himself not to fall to the ground.
- This time... it's too pitiful.
This vague thought flashed through his mind.
Finally, Ge Xiu couldn't hold it anymore, leaned against the sink, slid down slowly, and sat on the ground.
With a clang, the pitch-black gun smashed to the ground.
… and one last bullet.
Ge Xiu was slightly taken aback.
He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky - is that what you're thinking
suicide
-Although he doesn't know these two worlds, what are the people outside planning
But want him to go according to their plan
dream.
Ge Xiu raised his lips silently, leaned on the cold sink behind him, and closed his eyes.
The author has something to say: Zombie: I just regret it.
It would be nice to make some noise later.