Walking alone on the safety belt, the howling wind seemed to become more violent because of this loneliness.
Black clouds surged, gathered and dispersed, and were finally swept away by the strong wind and carried into the distance, revealing the pale sky.
There is no sunshine and no gloom.
It was just the white light that dazzled his eyes.
Sadness is a 'powerful' force that makes Tang Ling unable to feel the cold, distance, or even time.
Maybe it took a long time, maybe it was just a moment.
Tang Ling finally stood on the edge of the transfer station.
Looking at the ruins and ruins everywhere, the sky has not changed much, but the skylight seems to be more dazzling, but it has no intention of getting dark at all.
The transfer station that had just experienced the fire was still filled with misty green smoke, and the nose was full of pungent, burnt and bloody smell, just like the night of the sudden change.
Tang Ling's throat rolled, and he endured the huge pain as he slowly walked towards it.
The originally muddy road was covered with broken rubble and debris, making it extremely harsh.
But Tang Ling no longer had the intention to feel this. His eyes were filled with hollow confusion, and there was an indescribable numbness in his heart.
There seemed to be a force pushing him, making him ignore everything and just move forward. Tang Ling even forgot how he came out of the safe zone? How to get through the heavily guarded gate
But at this time, Tang Ling couldn't think at all. Only the moment when his mother-in-law and sister were killed lingered in his memory. Frightened and sad, he seemed to grab the only comfort, as if he had walked to the place where they were killed.
You can meet them again by yourself!
The sound of shattering rubble appeared at Tang Ling's feet, which was particularly harsh in this extremely quiet place of death.
But before Tang Ling could get deep into the transfer station, various tiny sounds sounded from the surroundings, as if responding to his footsteps.
Wow!
crackle
boom
Tang Ling suddenly stopped, his body instinctively arched, and he subconsciously shouted 'Who'
As this sound echoed in the seat belt, Tang Ling's breathing suddenly became rapid, and a clear and sober consciousness suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart and entered his somewhat dull and numb psychedelic brain.
How did you get here? Why did I have such an inexplicable impulse? It seems reasonable but extremely unexpected!
My memories along the way seem to be full of deviations. They seem to be coherent but I cannot recall the details, and they are full of a sense of inconsistent rupture.
Unfortunately, there was no time left for Tang Ling to think.
As his words fell, the world was quiet for less than a second, and then it was like an explosion. The secret and tiny sounds around him were no longer covered, and turned into overwhelming noise.
Twisted figures stood up unsteadily from the ground. In a ruins not far away, a pair of arms with scorched skin and curled flesh pushed aside the debris covering them. With a low roar, they He also climbed out less than ten meters away from Tang Ling.
"Uncle Zhang?" A familiar name appeared in Tang Ling's mind, coinciding with the figure in front of him.
He died under the sword of Ziyue warrior. Did he wander here
A numbing pain echoed in Tang Ling's mind, but at this moment, a wind with a rotten smell blew past Tang Ling's face. Tang Ling suddenly leaned back, avoiding the person who was grabbing at his face. gray claws!
Beast-like speed, with the smell of decaying corpses, cold gray eyes, with a crazy desire to eat.
Is he Uncle Zhang? What is in front of me is clearly a corpse!
Any human corpse, if not cremated into ashes in time, will become a corpse.
This is the iron rule of the times and no one can break it.
Looking at the surrounding figures not far away, Tang Ling knew that he was surrounded by corpses without even thinking.
The appearance of 'Uncle Zhang' is just the beginning of the death movement.
He instantly fell into the abyss of despair, but Tang Ling could no longer think about all this inexplicable matter.
His natural precision instinct allowed him to judge the entire situation at the first time.
While rolling, Tang Ling had already grabbed a sharp-edged stone in his hand, and then used a broken pillar to stop his rolling body.
Before he could take a breath, Tang Ling turned over and stood up against the pillar. The attraction of fresh flesh and blood to the corpse man was fatal. Without a single hit, the corpse man pounced on Tang Ling again.
Under such circumstances, Tang Ling just took a step to the left, then jumped and turned around almost without thinking.
The corpse man's body rushed over at this moment. Tang Ling's dodge in time caused it to miss, but the huge inertia prevented it from stopping in time and hit the pillar.
Tang Ling also landed at this moment, and the landing point was extremely precise right behind the corpse man!
The corpse man turned his head and let out an angry roar. His brain, which had lost the ability to think, was just instinctively angry. How could the weak prey escape
Tang Ling pursed his lips and just relied on instinct to strangle the corpse man's neck from behind.
The sharp stone was raised high, and the corpse man retracted his claws and grabbed Tang Ling's arm.
If caught, Tang Ling would have only one result, and that would be to become a corpse.
Tang Ling didn't have time to hesitate. The stone landed heavily on the back of the corpse's head, and black blood exploded in an instant.
The body of the corpse stiffened suddenly, and then softened into Tang Ling's arms.
In fact, it is not that difficult. Under the hammering of hard rocks, there is not much difference between smashing the head of a corpse and smashing a wild fruit.
A neat kill! But Tang Ling was not happy that his skills had become agile, his strength had become stronger, and that for the first time he could fully match his precise instincts.
Although once upon a time, he had a luxury that his body could keep up with his judgment.
'Pop', throwing away the stone in his hand, a painful and weird smile appeared on Tang Ling's face. The moment he dropped the stone, his eyes met with the corpse's, even though those gray and greedy eyes were so unfamiliar, But that face was familiar.
This pain spread quickly, and along with something called memories, Tang Ling instantly entered 'purgatory'.
Uncle Zhang, he seemed to be still standing in front, waving a sharp stick with a sharp end, and inserted it into the body of a sharp-toothed rabbit in front of him.
"You know, the moment the Sharptooth Rabbit jumps up, its soft belly will be exposed, so you have to move quickly."
He seemed to smile shyly and kindly again, and quietly stuffed a small piece of dry food into his hand.
It was a small piece, but it saved the lives of a family who had been hungry for two days.
Tang Ling pursed her lips tightly, but there were no tears in her eyes.
He silently picked up a rusty iron pole used to support the tent from the ruins nearby.
Taking a deep breath, he chose a direction with fewer corpses and moved forward firmly towards the second safety belt - Manglin.
(End of chapter)