Gamers Are Fierce

Heizhi, covered with black mane, stared at Li Ang resentfully with the only remaining eye, jumped out of the hall as if the soles of his feet were loaded with springs, and walked along the two-car wide country road on the left side of the gate. Running like lightning, quickly disappearing into the night.

Not even a hand grenade can kill you...

Li Ang, who poked his head out from behind the pile of tables and chairs, let out a mouthful of foul air, slapped off the sawdust dust on his body, and stepped out.

At this time, the three villagers who played cards together before had already led the young men in the village, riding motorcycles, tricycles, and bicycles along the road on the right, and rushed to the entrance of the great hall.

Looking over suddenly, these villagers holding flashlights, torches, rakes, pitchforks, hatchets, and even earthen firecrackers for hunting are all black and black, and they still have some deterrent power in the night.

There are troublesome people in poor mountains and rivers, living in a dangerous place like Yinshan Village, even if you don't want to be brave and ruthless.

It's a pity that this kind of bravery and ruthlessness is still of little use in scrambling for water sources and fighting between two villages. When encountering black zombies that can't even break through the defense with an assault rifle, it is basically delivering food.

Hammer, what about that thing?

The strong man at the head got off the motorcycle, waved the firecracker in his hand, and asked Li Ang.

Li Ang glanced at the villagers who were worried about their combat power, shook his head, and said expressionlessly: Where does the road on the left lead to?

The strong man was swept away by Li Ang's calm gaze, and subconsciously replied: The provincial capital.

Li Ang nodded, stepped forward, stepped straight on the motorcycle belonging to the strong man, twisted the accelerator, and chased along the black trail.

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Feng Tiegen drove a silver-gray Wuling pickup truck with the headlights on on the winding mountain road.

The night was dark, and the dense branches hanging from the low mountain walls, like dense fishing nets, covered the deserted moonlight.

Feng Tiegen is going to the county seat to apply for her mother's funeral certificate.

His wife, Zhang Cuifang, was sitting in the passenger seat. She had a thin face, prominent cheekbones, dyed brown hair, and heavy makeup on her face. She was leaning against the window and watching short videos.

The inexplicable laughter and the noisy soundtrack in the short video echoed in the narrow car. Feng Tiegen was upset when he heard it, took a deep breath, and said to his wife: Can you stop?

As if Zhang Cuifang didn't hear it, she changed her posture and continued to swipe and pull the screen to laugh, and the volume of the phone was even turned up a bit.

Anger suddenly rose, Feng Tiegen turned his head and shouted: Turn down your voice! Didn't you hear?

Zhang Cuifang was stunned for a moment, then looked at her cowardly and cowardly husband with unbelievable eyes, How dare you yell at me?

What's wrong with just yelling at you? Feng Tiegen clenched his teeth, If it weren't for you, bitch, would my mother die?...

What did you say? Zhang Cuifang stared, the whites of most of the eyeballs seemed to protrude, Feng Tiegen, you are really getting more and more shameless, who said that medical treatment was too expensive? Who said it was too tiring to take care of the old lady? And who brought the mother into the cowshed?

You went out to play cards by yourself and fell asleep after drinking too much, so you blame others for not bringing food to your mother?

Feng Tiegen clenched the steering wheel tightly, and the veins on his fingers popped up, as if he was about to crush the steering wheel.

Oh, why, are you going to hit someone? Zhang Cuifang glanced at her husband, Shi Shiran put down her cell phone, twisted her body and lay down in the seat, and said with a sneer, Hey, Feng Tiegen, Feng Tiegen, I'm surprised, You said how could I be blind to marry such a useless bastard like you...

Sarcasm, ridicule, all kinds of sarcasm and harsh words sputtered out of Zhang Cuifang's mouth like machine gun bullets.

Suddenly, the storm of ridicule subsided in an instant, and Feng Tiegen subconsciously turned his head back, only to see Zhang Cuifang staring at the rearview mirror, his already heavily made-up face turned pale.

Step, step, step, step, step.

The sound of extremely rhythmic running sounded from the rear of the truck, and Feng Tiegen saw in the rearview mirror that a thin black figure in a brown shroud was galloping along the winding mountain road.

The running pace of that figure is not fast, but the distance between the steps is extremely long. Every time he jumps up and lands, he can cover a distance of seven or eight meters, which looks like he is floating in the sky.

And its gray-white hair, like a straight line, stretched across the back, and the hem of the brown shroud danced violently, and it was able to keep up with the speed of the truck in the night.

In just a few breaths, the figure was only a few feet away from the truck. As the distance between the two sides narrowed, Feng Tiegen could finally see the figure's face clearly.

his mother.

Ho...ho... Feng Tiegen was so terrified that he couldn't restrain himself. Zhang Cuifang, who was also terrified, pushed her husband hard and shouted: Hurry up!!

Feng Tiegen woke up like a dream, and he stepped on the accelerator suddenly, ignoring his beating heart that was about to burst, leaving the zombie behind.

The winding mountain road is winding and rugged, with a tough stone wall on one side and a Baizhang mountain stream on the other. Ordinary travel, even in the daytime, has to be driven carefully. If you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff with your car, and the car will be destroyed, let alone in the middle of the night.

Feng Tiegen didn't care so much, he held the steering wheel tightly with his sweaty palms, and switched back and forth between the accelerator and the brake with the soles of his feet.

The speed of life and death.

The running sound gradually became fainter, and finally disappeared completely. Feng Tiegen heaved a sigh of relief, and asked his wife without looking back, Did you get rid of it?

Without any response, Feng Tiegen turned his head to look at the co-pilot, only to see the zombie with disheveled hair and a hideous face jumping up the solid stone wall with the momentum of flying clouds, grabbing the branches that grew out of the tree, jumping up and down, rushing forward in a few breaths. To the front of the truck.

Before Feng Tiegen could react, the zombie jumped down from the top of the tree. His thin body seemed to be as thin as a thousand pounds, and it suddenly fell on the window of the truck cab.

The glass shattered at the sound, and the vehicle involuntarily turned to the side, hitting the stone protective pile on the edge of the cliff.

The steel frame of the truck was distorted and deformed, making a deafening noise. Feng Tiegen, who was not wearing a seat belt, flew out of the cab, rolled and lost consciousness.

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After a long time, Feng Tiegen woke up with blood dripping from his forehead, half of the skin on his face and palms was worn away, and there was severe pain from every part of his body.

The chaotic and disorderly memories gradually pieced together in his mind, and Feng Tiegen struggled to get up from the ground.

The headlights of the pickup truck were barely on, and in those two rays of light, Feng Tiegen saw his wife lying in front of the car, as well as his...mother.

The woman named Zhang Cuifang had long since died, her silent pupils were staring at the pitch-black night, and a black-haired zombie squatted beside her, stretching out her hands in Zhang Cuifang's body, scratching her stomach.

Literally searched for guts.

Chewing, chewing, Hei Zong chewed on the organs, dripping blood slipped down the front of the shroud.

The strong smell of blood poured into Feng Tiegen's nasal cavity, making him want to vomit, but his strong sense of survival made him reach out to cover his mouth with pantothenic acid, and turned around.

He wants to run for his life.

The left ankle seemed to be broken, and every time he took a step, the severe pain would make Feng Tiegen's back spasm involuntarily. He staggered and walked in the dark night.

At some point, the sound of chewing slowly stopped, Hei Zong stood up, and his son's back was reflected in his gray and lifeless pupils.