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The moment the arrow was shot out, accompanied by the sound of wind in his ears, the swordsman turned his head suddenly, and before his brain could react, he instinctively opened his arms - and caught the old man who fell towards him.

The arrowhead hit the old man's heart and blood quickly flowed down.

“Old man…?” The swordsman was shocked. The anger that came to his mind belatedly made him pull out the dagger from his wrist without hesitation and swung it at the fake priest’s artery.

He quickly squatted down and wanted to pick the man up and rush out of the fire, but the old man shook his head weakly.

She couldn't survive, but her granddaughter had to.

At this point, I have no choice but to entrust my child to this stranger. I hope he is not a bad person.

"Young man, please take care of her... just give her something to eat." The zombies' blood was spreading into her blood vessels at a rapid rate. Before she completely mutated, she grabbed the swordsman's knife, put it on her neck, and hanged herself.

This is the best outcome. If it is later, it will completely turn into a monster. Even if it is slashed countless times, it cannot be killed. Evolved zombies generally have extremely strong self-healing abilities.

Upon seeing this, the phantom master bowed silently and used his special powers to ferry the old man's soul across.

The white light around was dissipating at a rapid speed, replaced by darkness that represented a destructive nature.

A group of black shadows had appeared in the areas not exposed to sunlight, and waves of terrifying hoarse roars could be heard from them.

The swordsman, who had been in an impatient mood, was now unusually calm. Perhaps he had not yet recovered from the arrow that the old man had blocked for him. It was unexpected that someone who was not related to him was willing to exchange his own life for that of another.

The swordsman has always felt that there are too many people in their base. With eight people, no matter how much supplies there are, they seem tight.

But at this moment, his eyes were firm and he said in a trembling voice: "Boss, let's take that little girl away."

With their backbone gone, the dozen or so people quickly fled back home, rejecting the three of them like evil spirits.

Si Mo looked at the large supermarket chain on the street ahead. The broken doors and windows were empty inside, without any light. He hesitated for a moment and said to the two of them, "Take the children and go first."

"What? Boss, it's already dark, it's too late!" the illusionist said hurriedly.

Si Mo did not explain too much, but took the initiative to remove the buckle of the belt tied around his waist, and handed the pistol with a shiny black barrel to the two men. He said, "Be careful."

After saying that, he walked forward alone.

The two looked at each other, neither understanding what he was going to do.

Even as a special person with psychic powers, he could probably deal with ten or twenty zombies without weapons, but listening to the sounds around him, he estimated that the number of zombies was at least... one or two hundred, or even higher.

This is undoubtedly going to die! ?

"...Go first!" The swordsman had already seen something staggering out from the end of the street, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Let's wait until we get back to the base and discuss it before finding someone to rescue the boss.

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The closer he got, the clearer the roaring and salivating sounds became. The zombies' hearing and sense of smell were different from those of ordinary people. He was probably being targeted by the zombies since he stepped into this street.

Walking to the entrance of the supermarket, he saw that only rows of iron shelves were left inside. There were constant sounds of cardboard boxes and glass fragments falling around him. The cunning high-level zombies deliberately made these sounds to test whether he had any companions.

Si Mo ignored him and walked straight through the ruins, as if he couldn't hear anything. His figure disappeared completely into the darkness and the rusty roller shutter door behind him slammed shut.

Click——

There was a slight sound when the light switch was turned on, but it was particularly clear in this empty supermarket.

After turning a few corners, I saw a tall cardboard box upside down in front of me. Although the person inside had tried to control his breathing to be light, his whole body was shaking with fear, and the edge of the cardboard box made a scratching sound.

Perhaps he sensed that someone was standing in front of him, with only a layer of cardboard separating them. After seeing through the gap that Si Mo was not a zombie, he did not rush out.

"Nie Xi."

Nie Xi stopped trembling until he heard his name from the person outside.

After a long pause, he hesitated and said, "Boss?"

With just one sound, although he tried his best to conceal it, Si Mo could tell that something was wrong with Nie Xi.

A few days ago, the base sent four people to search for supplies, but only three returned. Nie Xi, the second strongest deputy leader of the team, disappeared.

Later they sent people to look for him every day, but he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and they had basically walked through every place from the west to the east of the city.

The base diagnosed that he was most likely in critical condition, having been bitten by a zombie.

"Why don't you go back?" Si Mo asked calmly, turning a deaf ear to the disgusting things approaching.

"I... you better go." Nie Xi was still hesitant at first, but later there was no time, and his voice became uncontrollable sobbing and screaming: "Go!"

Actually, the people at the base were right. His situation was indeed dangerous. But he was not bitten, he was controlled.

He couldn't tell whether he was attacked by a human or a zombie. He only knew that the oppressive shadow only appeared once from beginning to end.

The man trapped him here in order to attract passers-by who were kind enough to rescue him so that the rest of the zombies could eat him.

Nie Xi knew that he could not turn back. After all, he had done what that person wanted out of fear, and he had killed many people.

But Si Mo is different. He still has feelings for the people in his base. How can he watch them die because of him? Besides, the boss has taken good care of him.

It seems too late.

As he shouted angrily, the zombies hiding around him, already hungry, rushed over from all directions.

Nie Xi took down the cardboard box, and Si Mo saw clearly that his limbs were chained, and there were many scratches on his body caused by sharp weapons. The smell of blood stimulated the zombies' sense of smell, and more and more monsters rushed into the supermarket.

It is not difficult to guess that the one who controlled Nie Xi was most likely the zombie king of this area, otherwise, with his condition, he would have been eaten to a pile of bones. It must have been the order of the zombie king, and the other zombies did not dare to touch him.

The lop-eared rabbit's mental power has a certain ability to control lasers. Si Mo held Nie Xi's arm, and within a moment, the chains began to emit wisps of white smoke and fell off completely.

"Boss, please leave me alone..."

"Shut up." Si Mo led him to run in the opposite direction of the zombie tide: "If you don't want to die."