The face without facial features was pressed against the car window above Wu Chan's head like dough, looking into the car with non-existent "eyes".
Boom!
Another face without features pressed against the car window.
But this time, the sound came from behind Tu Shuang.
Tu Shuang didn't dare to turn around. Her whole body was stiff, especially her throat, which felt like it was frozen, and she couldn't make any sound.
Her cold, hanging hand was suddenly held by a ball of warmth.
"Don't be afraid."
Wu Chan woke up.
He didn't sleep at all.
He was half asleep and half awake when he spent the night alone, not to mention that there was Tu Shuang in the car. Wu Chan was able to survive in the old city two years ago because he believed in his teammates. Being able to survive to this day, two years later, depends on not trusting anyone in the old city.
The calluses and warmth felt in the palm of his hand made Tu Shuang thaw slightly and he opened his lips with difficulty.
"What, what should I do..."
Wu Chan lowered his voice: "Calm down and wait for them to leave."
The most basic Sha has two enhanced branches. One is the Sha demon that attempts to mutate into the strongest monster in the world. The other is a mutant zombie whose appearance is infinitely close to that of a human.
This kind of monster without facial features is a mutant zombie, named White-faced Guest.
They have human shapes, wearing black suits, black leather shoes, and jazz hats. But these are not really clothes, but their skins.
They are like half-finished products with only the contours of the body in the hands of a clay sculptor. There is a complete blank space from the brim of the hat to the chin. Although he clearly has no eyes, nose, ears or mouth, he can still "see", "smell", "listen" and "breathe". This kind of unnatural deformity violently violates the logic and rationality of human nature, causing shocking harm to human beings that directly penetrates the soul.
The white-faced guest has no human soul and feeds on human emotions and desires. Their special skill is the sonar of desire. It is a catalytic sound wave that cannot be captured by human hearing. The sound waves radiated outward from the soles of the white-faced guest's feet, rippling around like water waves. Once it touches the fluctuations of human emotions and desires, it can not only reflect and locate them, but also intensify and amplify human emotions and desires several times, like a blazing torch in the dark night, bright and dazzling.
When a person comes into close contact with a white noodle, the cold air called "despair" penetrates into the skin and turns into fine needles to prick the nerves, making the person's body extremely stiff. Then the white noodle will press its dough-like face against the human's face. , wrap it slowly until it finally melts into a large dough ball, click, "bite" off the human head completely, and savor the memory of the brain.
Tu Shuang's emotions towards Wu Chan were touched by the white-faced guest's sound waves, thus attracting them. It was precisely because he was touched by the sound wave that Tu Shuang was so excited that he could not control himself.
Although the white-faced guest can "see" things, his eyesight is extremely poor, and he relies on the sound waves to touch the prey's emotions to provide feedback on the location. As long as the ups and downs of human emotions are reduced to a stable level, when the sound waves touch the human body, they will pass through like air.
The prey is like disappearing out of thin air in front of the "eyes" of the white-faced visitor.
The two white-faced passengers had been lying on the car window for a long time, and the cold air condensed and hoarfrost spread on the glass like a spider web.
Tu Shuang in the car breathed out white air, and his breathing became more and more steady. He temporarily blocked his fear and calmed down.
"Very good." Wu Chan encouraged.
"I'll keep going." Tu Shuang said, she could feel cold sweat rolling down the bridge of her nose.
As if to make sure there was no prey in front of him, the two blank faces slowly backed away from the car window.
Wu Chan prevented Tu Shuang from becoming nervous because he was worried about missing out, and encouraged him again: "Hold on for two more seconds, and they will leave immediately."
"Yeah." Tu Shuang nodded.
The shadows of the two white-faced passengers completely disappeared from the car window.
Tu Shuang let out a long sigh of relief, and then realized that his back was completely soaked.
Sudden,
There was a loud bang from behind the car!
Tu Shuang was startled.
The emotion called "fright" suddenly increased!
The extinguished "torch" is burning again!
Bang bang bang bang!
The two white-faced passengers turned back and banged on the window so hard that the armored truck shook.
Sure enough, it still fell short!
The car door was suddenly pushed open from the inside with great force, and the white-faced passenger who was knocked open seemed to "see" a vigorous leopard rushing out.
In mid-air, Wu Chan's wrist suddenly exerted force, the knife slid out against the inner wall of the sheath, and slashed from bottom to top!
puff.
Plasma rose up in the huge shadow of the fireproof cloth.
The white-faced guest's body fell to the ground, and his right arm was cut off at shoulder level.
Wu Chan flew faster and farther than Bai Mian Ke. He landed on the ground and put away his sword. While turning around, he used his right arm to drive the long sword to cut out a long and heroic arc. The blade cut diagonally from the back of Bai Mian Ke's neck, and matched its own weight and acceleration. Fighting, it passed through the chest and then cut out from the abdomen.
The white-faced guest split into two irregular pieces, upper and lower, and flew past Wu Chan.
It was not dead. It moved its lower body with its remaining left arm and legs. Its left hand grabbed the upper body with its head and brought the two bodies together. The wounds were healing rapidly. But unfortunately, although it is night at this moment, the old city is always dusk. Even though he was shrouded in the shadow of the fireproof cloth, Wu Chan could still clearly see the position of the central ball at the moment he cut open the white-faced guest's body. He turned around and stabbed down with his long knife, piercing the white-faced guest's chest and shattering the central ball at the same time.
Only then did he have time to look at the whole situation.
It turned out that there were four white-faced passengers. One was killed by Wu Chan, and the other was still fighting against Wu Chan's armored truck. The other two besieged Ma Sang's car. The windows had been smashed. One of the white-faced passengers was pinching Xiao Song with one hand. He lifted his whole body up by his neck, and Ma Sang slashed twice to cut off the white-faced guest's wrist.
Although Xiao Song landed on the ground, the broken wrist on his throat was still exerting force. He was pinched so hard that he rolled his eyes.
There was also a white noodle customer who was kicked by Chu Kuang and flew three to four meters. His belly exploded like a white cake with strawberry juice poured over it. He turned around and scolded Du Guang: "Idiot, are you using incendiary bombs here to summon more monsters?"
Ma Sang finally broke off the severed hand on Xiao Song's neck. Xiao Song's life and death were unknown, but the white-faced guest opposite had already grown a new wrist.
Wu Chan wanted to step forward to help, but first he had to deal with the white-faced man next to the armored truck.
One knife.
The white-faced guest's head rolled down.
Then it bounced to Wu Chan's calf, trying to suppress his foot.
If Wu Chan subconsciously kicks with his foot, he will be fooled. Not only will he not be able to kick it away, but he will be stuck like a big piece of chewing gum.
Wu Chan lunged forward and split the headless body in half with one knife.
As the body split to the left and right, the blue light of the central ball flashed out, and then the blue light swished from the chest into the right arm.
No need to hesitate.
Wu Chan chopped off its right arm. As the arm fell, it was cut into three pieces by two knives. The central ball was hidden in the biceps and was stabbed to pieces.
On the other side, someone is in trouble.
It turned out to be Chu Kuang.
He made the mistake Wu Chan didn't make just now.
His right fist sank deeply into the white-faced man's face and nose, and the white-faced man's head was swallowing his arm.
His left hand wanted to strangle the white-faced guest's neck and pull out the entire head. But he didn't learn his lesson. As soon as his fingers reached his neck, they sank in, as if they were stuck with strong paste and couldn't pull them out.
"Fuck your mother!"
His arms suddenly exerted force, and he even tore the white-faced guest's head and neck into pieces.
"Get out of the way!"
Wu Chan shouted, but it was too late!
The broken white noodle suddenly melted like white wax in mid-air, and with a crash, it completely covered Chu Kuang from head to toe.
Chu Kuang tore off the white membrane stuck to his face, but it was immediately sealed again!
The melted "white-faced guest" quickly penetrated into Chu Kuang's body from his ears and nose!
A bug was updated last night. Chapter 047 was posted twice, so the new chapter, Chapter 048, covers the duplicates in this chapter.