The Zombie King is here again!

Rocks piled up and weeds grew wildly.The city wall standing beside it was tall and solid, and the two energy forts on the top reflected the cold luster of metal.

Between the sand and soil, there was something faintly stirring underneath.

A blue-gray palm protruded from the ground, with long and sharp nails, and fine dust fell from between the fingers.

The crack spreads outward, exposing the infected body inside.The infected were wearing black and blue combat uniforms, and the fabric on the back showed mottled brown stains, like oxidized blood.

The infected crawled out of the pit with difficulty, their limbs making rusty creaking sounds as they moved.

The breeze brought up the broken hair on the forehead of the infected person, revealing the covered gray-black eyes and the confusion in the eyes.

From the perspective of human aesthetics, the infected can be regarded as handsome, with deep eyebrows, thin and beautiful face, coupled with the dark blue complexion, giving people a unique wild beauty.

The infected person's Adam's apple rolled up and down, making a broken and hoarse syllable.It's like an old and rusty erhu. It sounds ugly and fragile when pulled, and it will break if you pull it hard.

He quickly closed his mouth, and finally gave another "tsk".

Clothes and skin stick together, sticky and smelly.He unbuttoned his belt and threw it on the ground together with the strange-smelling coat.

The bloodstains only floated on the surface, he didn't seem to be injured, and the lining was clean except for some wrinkles.

A silver nameplate fell from the jacket, wrapped in sand and rolled to the zombie's feet, with the words "Ruan Jingzhuo" engraved on it, the nameplate was dazzlingly bright under the sun.

The infected person looked at it for a few seconds, then bent down to put away the name tag.

He needs more clues about who he is and where this is.

This is an endless rocky sandy land, and the city wall behind it is as smooth as a mirror.

He turned around twice aimlessly, and finally returned to the pit where he buried himself.

He squatted down, observed for a while, and then poked it with his fingers. His long nails were halfway into the soil and were blocked by some hard object.

Ruan Jingzhuo withdrew his fingers and used his hands to dig the soil, and soon he dug up a person.

This person was wearing exactly the same clothes as him, with the word "Wu Qing" written on the name tag on his chest.

Ruan Jingzhuo was very uncomfortable, he smelled an unusual and dangerous aura from this person.Just getting close, he had an instinctive reaction of wanting to run away.

In addition to fear, he also had an inexplicable hostility, as if they were born to repel each other.

Ruan Jingzhuo suppressed the strangeness in his heart, dug out the person, and put him in a clean open space.

Wu Qing had many and dense wounds, the most conspicuous of which was the penetrating wound on his abdomen. From the front, he could see the ground behind him through the blood hole, which made him feel cold all over his body.

There was still a deep scratch on his left arm, Ruan Jingzhuo bent his five fingers and made a scratching gesture according to the scratch.

Ruan's face was numb with shock.

Nice, perfect coincidence.

Ruan Jingzhuo weighed the strength gap between himself and the opponent, and instinctively told him that he would be pushed to the ground to teach him how to behave in less than ten rounds.

There is a wooden warehouse and a bladeless sword hilt on Wu Qing's waist. The hilt is completely black. When holding it, Ruan Jingzhuo's heart suddenly feels familiar.

He flipped his fingers, and the sword hilt moved flexibly between his fingers, and after a while, afterimages appeared one after another.

Having played enough, Ruan Jingzhuo put the hilt of the sword on his waist and began to study the watch on Wu Qing's wrist.

This watch is full of technology. I don’t know where it touched. The blue light of the watch flashed and shot a light forward. The light became longer and wider, forming a half-person-high screen. The words "recognizing face" were displayed on it. .

Ruan Jingzhuo raised Wu Qing's head like holding a watermelon, brushed away the broken hair, so that his face was facing the screen.

Wu Qing is not as flamboyant as Ruan Jingzhuo. He has sharp features and thin lips, making him difficult to get close to.

After the recognition was successful, Ruan Jingzhuo put the tool men aside, patted the sand on his palm, and entered the interface.

This is the year when human beings fight against the virus of the infected, and the combat system of human beings has gradually become official and systematized in the long-term battle.

Fighting against the infected is an action for the whole people, and its basic characteristics and coping methods are also compiled into the teaching plan, which is known as common sense in life...

Behind him is the largest safe zone for human beings—the cave, where there are combat bases, survivors' headquarters, a large arsenal, the Science and Technology Research Association and the General Medical Hospital, and many other human highest-level buildings.It is the greatest guarantee that human beings are still active on the surface.

The virus of the infected person is extremely easy to infect. As long as they are scratched, even if the skin is scratched a little, within 5 minutes at the earliest, and within 24 hours at the latest, all the scratched humans will be infected and become unthinkable walking corpses.

But since he is a walking dead, why does he still have thinking?

The watch is disconnected from the network, and the local data storage is limited. Soon, Ruan Jingzhuo read all the available data.

He took out the hilt of the sword again, followed the instructions on the brain, and tapped somewhere. Several bundles of optical fibers emerged from the tip of the hilt, and quickly formed a lightsaber. The blade was sharp and light, emitting a cold light.

Ruan Jingzhuo: "Excuse me."

This is an era of highly developed technology. In order to fight against the infected, people have developed various types of weapons with different purposes, and the lightsaber in his hand is one of them.

Light sabers are more threatening to the infected than ordinary knives. Ruan Jingzhuo felt a burning sensation just by lightly touching the back of the knife.

Before I had time to feel it carefully, a strong sense of oppression enveloped my head.

Ruan Jingzhuo immediately stood up all over his hair, and turned his head to look at the source of the danger.

Wu Qing didn't know when she woke up, her scarlet eyes stared at Ruan Jingzhuo for a moment, her eyes were indifferent and cold, as if she was looking at some kind of inorganic matter.

There are four levels of infection: low, medium, high, and special. The pupil color of the low-level infected is fluorescent green, the middle-level is dark gray and black, the high-level is dark purple, and the high-level is orange-yellow.

But no matter what kind, it is not Wu Qing's blood red.

Ruan Jingzhuo's first reaction was to run away, but when he wanted to retreat, his legs were too weak to take a step.

Just looking at each other, there is such a strong sense of oppression!

Ruan Jingzhuo moved his finger behind his back and quietly pulled the trigger.

In the next second, the bullet ejected from the chamber.

The yellow wind howled, and the flying sand blurred his eyes.

Wu Qing's figure flashed, the bullet passed by and sank into the sand behind him, his throat trembled, and he let out a threatening roar.

Ruan Jingzhuo rolled to the side, as if Wu Qing fired two shots, but it was a pity that he was not accurate enough and missed a hit.

Wu Qing's movements were astonishingly fast, Ruan Jingzhuo only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and he was completely overwhelmed to the ground.

"Roar!" The two infected people roared at each other.

Wu Qing opened her mouth, revealing slightly curved fangs, both in length and sharpness, were far better than Ruan Jingzhuo's.

The neck touched the cold teeth, causing a shiver.

Ruan Jingzhuo's eyes moved down, and he could only see the black hair that fell into his neck. The double blow of coercion and death made his movements stagnate, and black blood snaked down his neck and slid into his collar.

I thought I would be torn off a piece of flesh and blood, but after waiting for a long time, I didn't feel any other sensations except for the initial slight sting.

Ruan Jingzhuo's body was heavy, but the mental coercion quietly dissipated.

After narrowly escaping from death, Ruan Jingzhuo woke up suddenly, turned over quickly, and pushed Wu Qing away.

The infected person fell to the ground on his back with inertia, and there was still a trace of black blood on the tip of his teeth.

Ruan Jingzhuo raised the wooden warehouse, pointed the black wooden warehouse mouth at the head of the infected person, the bullet penetrated the brain, even the infected person would die.

Just when Ruan Jingzhuo was about to pull the trigger, a huge sadness surged out of his heart like breaking through a floodgate, sweeping through his limbs and bones at an alarming speed.

Mu Cang fell from his hand, Ruan Jingzhuo knelt down on the ground, his chest heaving violently.

"I regret it, I don't want to die."

In a trance, Ruan Jingzhuo heard a voice whispering, the words were extremely suppressed and sad.

His vision began to blur uncontrollably, Ruan Jingzhuo pressed his forehead hard against the ground, and let out a hoarse roar in a low voice.

Big and big teardrops hit the ground, splashing a piece of sand.

The weeds lay low, and the wind roared, not knowing who was crying.

"call……"

Emotions come and go quickly, but the memories are too deep, Ruan Jingzhuo still has lingering fears after a long time.

Mu Cang fell between Ruan Jingzhuo and the unconscious red-eyed infected person, and the fingertips holding Mu Cang were still numb.

Ruan Jingzhuo scratched his hair irritably and let out a breath.

Forget it.

Ruan Jingzhuo propped up his body, picked up the wooden warehouse, stepped over the infected person, and walked away facing the sunset.

The sun slanted westward, making his shadow longer and longer.