lost narrative poem

Chapter 101 1000-7

"Woo... woohehe..."

The leader of the mob covered his neck, but he couldn't stop the blood, let alone pull out the iron pipe from the deep part of his throat. His eyes were terrified and unbelievable, and he was desperately struggling for the last time.

Why is this happening?

Why did he die?Why would it be him who died, and not this damn fool in front of him!

no no no!It's not like this, it can't be like this...it's all fake!Yes, all of this is fake!

Frightened, he tried his best to utter those loud but meaningless syllables from his open mouth, and spewed out more blood foam...

It’s no wonder this guy is so frightened, because it’s obviously not a good experience to feel the rapid loss of life force. Not only will it not make people feel relieved to face the imminent death, but it will only make them more afraid panic.

The kind of my own soul is flowing between the teeth, my body is rapidly losing its vitality, my vision is beginning to become blurred, and my ears seem to be unable to hear the sound anymore——

But I can't do anything, I can only watch the shadow of death attacking me, ruthlessly devouring me... This fear is definitely the most painful torture during the last conscious period.

"It's rubbish. If you want to kill, shouldn't you be prepared to be killed? It's your own ability to survive. Why do you think that it's only natural for you to kill violently, and it's not allowed for others to kill you..."

Xia Ran looked at the leader of the mob with some disgust, crumpled up the bag of potato chips in his hand, and threw it in the opponent's face.

He despised such a waste very much, and he despised it confidently. He ignored the guy next to him, who was no different from a corpse and only had instinctive convulsions, and looked up at the thug over there.

If someone can keep calm at this time and observe carefully, maybe they will find some abnormal places——

After the leader of the mob was punched through his throat with a backhand blow, the blood seemed to be turned on to the biggest faucet, and it was sprayed desperately without money, staining the surrounding clean floors red.

However, Xia Ran, who was right next to her, was not splashed at all, not even a tiny bit of blood, and even a faint invisible "circle" just appeared on the ground under her feet, and there was no blood spatter inside. shot area.

As if an invisible barrier shield was protecting him, even if he didn't respond in any way, the attack that the mob leader swung at his head just now would definitely not be able to hurt him.

It's just a pity that at this time, no one has such a strong psychological quality and enough detailed observation skills, so they all ignore such a detail.

"Boss Hamasaki!"

"Hey! He killed Boss Hamasaki! How dare he fight back!"

"We killed him, we killed him together! Everyone avenge the boss!"

The group of thugs finally reacted one after another, and some people shouted angrily and anxiously. Maybe the others were still afraid just now, and they were shocked by Xia Ran's brutal and decisive counter-killing, but the people around them shouted more. After the sound, their timidity faded like the tide.

There are many people, the group is bold, easy to be hinted, and infected with each other.

Therefore, the mob is often very impulsive, has low judgment, emotions dominate judgment, emotional behavior, and is very brutal, paranoid, and prone to extremes.

This is the case now. This group of people didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all, and they didn't realize what kind of terrible enemy they and others were facing.

They didn't even know how Hamasaki was killed in an instant, but because they didn't know, they didn't think there was any problem at all. After all, ignorant people are fearless.They subconsciously feel that this person has good skills and quick reactions.

So when Hamasaki was completely unprepared, the opponent grabbed the weapon suddenly, pierced his throat with a backhand, and killed him directly...

But so what?The advantage of their side is that there are many people, as long as they rush up together to kill each other with knives or sticks, no matter how good this guy can fight, he will definitely kneel down in less than ten seconds Please forgive me!

As soon as they shouted like this, they themselves seemed to feel that they had a great advantage. With a huff, half of them immediately raised their baseball bats, iron pipes, and even machetes, and rushed out directly while shouting.

How can you lose if there are too many people riding on your face!

At the moment, they can't think calmly because they share the same hatred, they only have pure vicious emotions, they are purely brave and fierce, and feel that they must avenge Hamasaki's prestigious companion, and at the same time, they must severely attack all those who dare to disobey them different voices!

They already know that this will be a brand new era, the previous order and class will no longer exist, and those without strength have no value in living!Only people with such strength as them can adapt to such a new world the fastest and establish their rule in it!

Such an opportunity cannot be let go, and their limited brain capacity feels that from now on, they must dare to fight, dare to fight, dare to kill, and must be ruthless to become a master in the future.

If there are people who can oppose them casually, and if they don't get enough bloody lessons, how can they establish their prestige?So, the guy opposite who dared to fight back must die!

"Idiot! I'm going to make you regret it in hell..."

"How dare you resist! You don't know what kind of stupid thing you did!"

"Go to hell! Pig!"

This half of the people was full of enthusiasm, their eyes were red, and they waved different types of weapons in their hands with a grinning grin. Seeing that they were about to rush to the front of that idiot, everyone held their breath and poured all their strength into the muscles of their arms. superior.

Red-eyed, they all hoped that they could snatch this head.

--next moment!

The sound of ping-pong-pong sounded, as if it was the sound of gold and iron colliding, and it was unknown how many times they overlapped in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, as soon as the screams sounded, there were overlaps one after another at the same time, and each figure suddenly flew back in the direction they charged over, as fast as they came, as fast as they went back!

That scene was like a classic Kung Fu movie. A large group of people swarmed up, and then they were all beaten up and flew back. The thugs smashed heavily on the ground, howling fiercely like killing pigs.

It's no wonder that they seem to be unable to withstand such a blow, because they didn't just fly upside down four or five meters, and then hit the porcelain ground firmly, but all of them had one hand cut off. !

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

"My hand! My hand!"

"no no--!!"

Their eyes were tearing apart, and they screamed wildly. They held the neatly severed arm tightly with the other hand, watching the smooth incision gushing out blood quickly, and the severe pain hadn't reached the brain for a while. Yet the fear was already overwhelming.

Seven or eight of them launched an attack. They were going to go up and directly beat each other up. The thugs who killed each other without exception enjoyed such hand-cutting treatment.

Only the remaining half did not rush out, and the thugs who were still guarding the group of students escaped unharmed—however, they probably did not expect such a result, their eyes widened, but their pupils shrank to limit.

Just like the group of students they guarded, they fell into a completely unbelievable state.

"What, what..."

"This is a lie..."

"Impossible! It must be impossible..."

The left hand of the guy who stood motionless at the same spot elongated, split, and mimicked at some point, like several huge poisonous snakes, circling around his body, and the end showed a bone with a sharp cold light. quality blade——

In the area under his feet, there are baseball bats, iron pipes, machetes and other weapons scattered all over the ground, and there is a bloody severed hand still holding it, all of which were left hands that were suddenly erupted at the moment of confrontation. Cut off by Ruthless.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

This scene was even weirder and more terrifying than before. Finally, some students couldn't suppress their fear and screamed loudly.

There were even some girls whose faces were pale, their legs went limp, and they sat slumped on the ground with their mouths open as if they couldn't breathe.

This world is really changing so fast that they can't keep up with that speed at all. Yesterday, the apocalypse broke out first, and zombies appeared one after another. Today, such a monster that seems more ferocious came again?

Whether it is fear or pressure, they cannot withstand such successive blows.

"What is 1000-7?"

Xia Ran ignored the chaos over there, but narrowed her eyes slightly, and asked such a question softly.

He is not the kind of person who is so naive as to think that camp issues are above all else, and he must endure unconditionally for the sake of the so-called disgusting righteousness, although the reason is this-every living person is precious in the face of the zombie apocalypse.

However, because of such a reason, he would not choose to focus on the overall situation and not care about these rubbish... What are you kidding, can they really have any positive effect on the remaining human beings if they survive?

Rather, it would be better if they didn't exist anymore?After all, their lives are dung-making machines that waste precious resources.

If the remaining people want to survive, they really need a strong group to manage them, but it should be more about leading the direction, rather than letting this kind of brainless waste rule.

——That would be really hopeless.

No one answered Xia Ran's math problem just now, but all kinds of cries like killing a pig, mixed with pain and fear one after another.

"No...don't! Please, have mercy..."

"Let me go! Let me go, don't be like this... It's all Yamada and the others told me to do this, it's none of my business..."

"Monster! Monster! You are a monster! Mom... Mom, come and save me, where are you, Mom... Go away! Don't touch me!"

Probably feeling the killing intent of the host, the left hand directly and quickly split out a corresponding number of tentacles, and the sharp bone blade at the end was raised high, coming to the top of every tearful mob lying on the ground——

It seems to be ready to make up the knife.

(End of this chapter)