This sound echoed in the closed warehouse, and it was so harsh. We were like cats that were frightened and had their hair explode. We turned our heads almost at the same time and yelled in unison: "Who is it?"
Who is it, who is it... Such a voice echoed in the warehouse, but there was no response, which made people confused.
I took a deep breath and said: "I suggest that we don't act separately from now on. No one can be left alone. I feel very dangerous. I am afraid that if we are not careful, we will not be able to get out of this warehouse tonight."
Everyone was silent. Zhao Hong, who had been squatting on the ground to explore the zombie, stood up and said to me with an ugly face: "Chengyi, you said this is a zombie. I don't agree. I..."
"What's going on?" I was about to continue exploring the warehouse, but I didn't expect Zhao Hong to suddenly interrupt at this time. What he said was this, which made me frown slightly. If it wasn't a zombie, what could it be
"Chengyi, according to you, zombies should be transformed from corpses based on certain conditions! But I can responsibly tell you that the time of death of the guy in front of us should have been just now!" Zhao Hong's face turned grimmer. The hair is ugly.
"What did you say?" I opened my eyes suddenly. Obviously I couldn't believe this fact. What is the time of death just now? Does that mean we just killed it
"No, it's impossible. Zhao Hong, how do you think it looks like a human being? In your opinion, is it possible for a human being to be hit by a bullet without being injured?" This time, it was not me who refuted Zhao Hong, but Lao Hui. He also I don't accept this result either.
"I don't know what your definition of death is? I have studied forensic medicine and can preliminarily determine a person's time of death. If you don't believe me, we can prove it with more detailed anatomy! I, I don't know what happened to it. Its muscle tissue may have become zombified, but some of its internal organs..." As he spoke, Zhao Hong pointed to a gaping wound on the corpse, which was caused by peach wood nails being nailed in and then scratched.
Because the corpse itself is extremely thin, the internal organs are naturally clearly visible. At least in my eyes, I saw that the internal organs were still bright red. I am afraid that without the common sense of forensic medicine, looking at the internal organs, I would think that this corpse had just been Death soon.
how so? I suddenly had a very bad association. I patted my head in pain and tried hard not to think about it. Really, I couldn't think about it...
But Zhao Hong is still telling others, pointing to the wound on his head and the brain matter flowing out to tell others this proof. My head is buzzing, like the old village chief's zombie, a living person resurrected, and a corpse at the bottom of the river. , purple plants, eyes that suddenly opened, Brother Sheng’s leaving back, the man who fired a warning shot in Heiyan Miao Village...
No, my breathing changed. Lao Hui walked up to me and said, "Chengyi, this body needs to be taken out and handed over to the department. I'm afraid it's not us..."
"Shut up!" I suddenly yelled, but what I was thinking in my heart was that I would not forgive him, never! But who do I not forgive? My heart is throbbing! The pain was a bit severe. That day in the deserted village, the wind picked up, and there was a woman in the wind. Her face was as tough as the unyielding grass. She said to me: "I'm waiting for him, he is the father of the child." "
Sister-in-law Jingyi...
My lips were trembling. I didn't know how to explain all this to the stunned people in front of me, but there was no need for me to explain it. There was a muffled "Plop" sound, which was the sound of the piled cotton bags falling to the ground.
Chaotic footsteps began to sound in the warehouse, and countless people were already saying "ho, ho..." and "plop, plop" as more and more cotton bags came to the end. I didn't look back, but the entire muscles in my back began to contract. Tight, starting to stiffen...
Everyone's eyes were cast behind me, and Zhao Hong shouted with a pale face: "Chengyi..."
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and even my turning movements became slow motion. My eyes were almost unconscious, looking at one, two, three, five, ten... many. The silhouette of a zombie reflected in my black eyes.
At that moment, my mind went blank!
I clenched my fists, and the nails pricked the flesh of my palms. I shouted: "Xiao Bei, draw a combined attack formation. I will lead the formation. Hui Gen'er and Zhao Hong, hold them back and don't let them get too close." .”
Without saying a word, Xiaobei immediately took out a box of cinnabar and a special pen, and began to get busy. His hands were steady and strong, and he had no expression. No one knew whether he was extremely nervous or really calm.
At this time, Qiangzi said: "Brother, I use witchcraft to assist you, it is very useful."
It was rare for Qiangzi to take the initiative to ask for help. I hummed and said nothing. When the war is about to begin, what we need is everyone's maximum strength!
Qiangzi took out a bone staff and began to recite strange spells, and started to move with weird beats. This scene was so familiar, as if he had seen Gao Ning...
I thought funnyly, people always think that Taoist priests are good at dancing, but in fact, how can real Taoist priests be like this? Real spellcasting is like dancing with a master, and you receive the inheritance of witchcraft...
Over there, Hui Gen'er didn't speak. He took off his shirt, performed a hand gesture, and muttered something in his mouth. The muscles in his body tensed and swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. After he finished the formula, he uttered one word: "Li." !”
I don’t know much about the secrets of Buddhism, especially what Uncle Hui learned. In his words, the monks of their lineage are weird. They have no regard for family status. As long as it is the secrets of Buddhism, they will always learn it.
But I understand that Hui Gen'er's move should be based on the power of Vajra.
At this moment, Zhao Hong finally showed off his qualities as an agent. He twisted his neck, jumped a few times with his feet, clenched his fists, then took out his pistol and rushed out.
I know I shouldn't think too much, but once I face life and death, I will naturally be a bachelor at heart! My thoughts are also messed up. At this moment, I still wonder if Zhao Hong has watched too much Bruce Lee and learned all the moves.
Brother Yuan Yi came over. The moment he passed me, he paused and said to me: "Chengyi, after all, I have hurt my soul, so my skills are not as good as before. You know I am a For those who are unwilling to accept their fate, I cannot lose the glory of my grandfather, so I work hard to train myself. Only when my body becomes stronger can I have room for my soul to become stronger. Although this is difficult. However, I am very powerful now, Chen Chengyi , do you dare to challenge me to see who can kill more zombies?"
Five years have passed. It turned out that Brother Yuan Yi, when he found that his soul was damaged and it was difficult to improve his inner skills, he actually started to temper his body crazily, that is, to practice martial arts. At this moment, his face is the same as that of the proud man in the deserted village many years ago. Arrogant yet heroic, he finally becomes one.
In the past, I thought that Brother Yuan Yi had become peaceful and indifferent, but it turned out that he was still the same in his heart!
Looking at Brother Yuan Yi, I suddenly became proud and shouted: "Okay!"
At this time, Gao Ning was assisting Xiaobei in drawing formations, while Lao Hui scratched his disheveled hair, still wearing his trademark lazy expression, and just took out a handful from a yellow cloth bag pinned to his pants. The master's knife is shaped like a kitchen knife. It is very sharp. It is engraved with the holy name of Taishang Laojun, one of the Three Pure Ones. It is a knife full of righteousness and evil energy. You must know the meaning of the master's knife. There are several shapes. Choosing this shape is somewhere between a magic sword and a kitchen knife. It is radical and full of evil in itself.
"Chengyi, actually I still have an ideal. If I can't be a racing driver, I still want to be a young and Dangerous boy. I will be very popular if I kill people on the street. It's a pity that I'm a Taoist priest." Lao Hui said to me like this.
I laughed out loud. In less than a minute, everyone was ready to fight without any hesitation. So what else? I shouted: "Then go for it!"
It's like a 100-meter race, we are competing to see who can run faster. After all, it is my master who has laid a good foundation for me. Although I don't have the skill to make myself light, but who am I afraid of when running
Therefore, I was the first to rush in front of those monsters, perhaps they should be called the living dead! I didn't have any weapons, all I had was my fists. I yelled and knocked away a living dead that rushed towards me, and then smashed my fist against another living dead...
The feeling was not much different from hitting the wall. One punch made my whole fist start to hurt!
More and more cotton bags fell to the ground. Through the bright lights of the warehouse, I saw that there were iron cages hidden one after another behind those cotton bags. The iron cages were not locked at all, and at the top of the iron cages, It seemed like there was something there, but I didn’t take a closer look, and I didn’t have time to take a closer look!
There are probably dozens of living dead in this warehouse, and I don't have time to take a closer look!