The end of the world starts from the zombies

Chapter 76 The True Face of the Zombie Group
In the center of the stream of corpses, the flow of people is very dense. When you look up, you can only be blocked by the backs of rows of human figures, and you can't see what's going on inside.

But Liu Qing did not give up his intention to observe, but chose to continue to observe at the counter selling tobacco and alcohol.

There was a lot of noise among the surging corpses, but the shrill roar was easy to recognize, and it belonged to the behavior of individual corpses.

The sound of the roar was extremely irregular, as if it was a passive sound, and it was definitely not an excited sound.

In other words, it is being treated very badly for it.

"What could it be?" Liu Qing huddled in a corner, and simply began to rest. He had already memorized the route back to the warehouse. After judging the situation, he could follow the route and go back safely.

When the time comes, everything will be fine.

This time, I actually felt a little sleepy. The sound of the sobs was very low, mixed together, and had a very good hypnotic effect.

Of course, that's without considering their creepy faces.

The refrigerated freezer seemed to have been dragged completely, and the sound stopped abruptly, but those shrill roars did not stop, and came out one after another.

That was the sound made by different zombies.

The door of the counter has a hook that can be locked. Although you can get in with your feet, zombies still can't get in, so it's fine even if you fall asleep here.

But Liu Qing will not leave his life to the chance of [-].

Yes, what if.

Looking at the cigarette cases of different colors in the glass, in order to maintain concentration and avoid drowsiness, Liu Qing simply began to recognize the names and patterns of the cigarette cases.

"This is King Furong. This is, 1906, this. And this, Baisha, Hongtashan, Liqun, Yunyan, Yellow Crane Tower, and the most familiar and well-known Zhonghua."

"Oh, there seems to be a classification of soft and hard boxes. This one is soft and medium, this is hard classic, and there are popping beads."

"Oh", Liu Qing suddenly remembered the dean who liked to smoke in middle school. When he first entered the first year of junior high school, the dean would stand in the shade of a relatively secluded tree in the school when he smoked. When he turned his head, he didn't want to be seen by the students. However, Liu Qing would see him every time after school.

At that time, he was smoking Yunyan and Liqun and other medium-sized cigarettes, and he had maintained this habit for at least a year.

As we all know, teachers are in the establishment, and their salaries are basically fixed. At that time, there were gifts from parents, but the gifts including cigarettes and alcohol were not too much, and they were not enough to smoke for too long.

Until one time, the principal applied for the public funds above and fiddled with them. Liu Qing discovered that the dean's cigarettes had been replaced by Furong Wang and Ruanzhong.

The difference in the price of tobacco is nearly twice, and the relationship between the dean and the principal is that of brother-in-law and brother-in-law. Therefore, when Liu Qing was still young, he knew some things that are half-understood to children.

"Maybe I can take some out for Uncle Ping to smoke? I remember that Uncle Ping also likes to smoke. His mouth felt dry in the middle of the night. When I asked him, he said it was because he had no cigarettes to smoke, but this is obviously wrong."

Moisture does not exist on dry things. Liu Qing still knows this truth.

"Should I smoke it too?" Liu Qing began to hesitate.

While he was thinking wildly, the pacing sounds of the zombies outside began to become chaotic. The reason why the chaotic footsteps would appear chaotic and contradictory was also because the zombies' pace was generally unpleasant.

The sound of pacing is what they should be.

But now, their footsteps suddenly picked up speed, and they were still in groups.

Liu Qing observed this keenly, "There is a situation."

Showing up in this situation will give people a sense of crisis, but he still shows up for the simple reason that if he doesn't show up, he won't be able to see the situation outside.

He stretched out his palm and opened the button under the counter, and found that there was a keyhole on it, but the counter was somehow not locked, and he could just remove the layer of glass.

There are also some relatively expensive wines placed inside, used as price tags to calm the scene, and there are also XOs worth more than 1 yuan. The specific price is 56800.
"Yes", Liu Qing was very satisfied. He reached in and took out a bottle of XO directly.

He stuffed five or six bags into his pocket.

The tobacco and alcohol displayed above were not covered, so he took several more packs and stuffed them into his pockets.

Then, she quietly exposed her forehead.

Pale faces appeared one after the other, their steps became hurried, and sometimes they turned sideways, looking very panicked.

The zombies seemed to be in chaos.

This must be related to the third-level zombies I have never met before.

When one moves, it will implicate the other. The crowd of corpses recedes like a tide. Many zombies accidentally fell to the ground.

The trampled zombie died.

As the vision of the 'central zone' gradually revealed, Liu Qing saw more and more corpses on the ground, each one of them horrific.

Among the hundreds of zombies, at least half were trampled to death, and their intact bodies and shriveled abdomens were enough to prove this.

There are still many vacancies left in the body, and there are dozens of corpses bitten by further mutated zombies!
Their cheeks were ulcerated, and some had been bitten for many days. Liu Qing was too far away to judge the grade of the dead zombies.

Zombies of corresponding levels will not attack each other, this is an instinct of them.

The group of corpses dispersed, finally revealing the situation inside, and Liu Qing finally saw the highest-ranking zombie in the group of zombies in the supermarket.

The face of a very ordinary Chinese, with a pale face and a pair of stiff and thick arms, was firmly strangled on the shoulders of another zombie on the ground at this moment.

On the refrigerated counter, all the meat had been eaten by the zombies, leaving only dozens of scattered boxes on the ground.

It seems that there is more than one zombie of the highest level. Around it, the distribution of corpses is roughly centered on it, and the other side presents an irregular semicircle.

It's like two circle-like shapes overlapping each other.

It seems that there are other zombies of the same level in places that cannot be seen.

"Could there be two third-level zombies?" Liu Qing secretly judged in his mind.

Blood flowed from the corner of the mouth of the third-tier zombie, and its muscles swelled, which was obvious compared to other zombies. It was unknown whether it was caused by exercising before it was alive, or the changes after mutation.

Dozens of zombies around him were chewed by it and became its masterpiece. In the darkness, Liu Qing pressed his face against the side of the glass counter and watched carefully.

He couldn't take his eyes off it, and then he saw that the high-ranking zombie actually tore off the arms of the corpse under him.

'Puff,', a slight tugging sound was caught by Liu Qing.

At the same time, the high-level zombie began to bite the severed arm in his hand.

　Some people may find that my painting style has changed, yes my thinking has changed.

　　Certain lawmakers and lawyers in the United States, India, and the United Kingdom have demanded trillions of dollars in compensation from China for the outbreak.This is ridiculous to the extreme. This is to transfer domestic conflicts and shirk some responsibilities.Expressing feelings, in short, don't underestimate other people's sinister intentions, the Chinese must know how to unite.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)