The Zombie King is here again!

"Huh, huh—" hot air exhaled from his dry throat, bringing out a low grunt like a tractor starting.

Ruan Jingzhuo was galloping on the street, his speed was comparable to that of a small two-wheeled vehicle traveling at high speed.

Even so, instead of being thrown away, there were more and more eyes staring at him.

It seemed that as soon as he stopped, the infected people hiding in the dark would scramble to pounce on him, ripped off his brain, and took the evolving crystal nucleus as their own.

The scene in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, Ruan Jingzhuo's footsteps were unsteady, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Thinking it had a chance, an Infected jumped off the roof.

Just in the middle of the air, the head was pierced by a bullet, and the body hit the ground straight, with a sound of "bump—" a cloud of dust was stirred up.

Ruan Jingzhuo put the wooden warehouse back into the bag and continued running.

The front was downhill, and the speed was much faster with the support of the slope. Two infected people emerged from the corner. They grinned, their sharp teeth pierced the air, and launched a frontal charge at him.

Ruan Jingzhuo slammed on the brakes, bent his knees, and lightly climbed up the side stone wall with his legs, and flipped up when the infected person barely touched the soles of his feet.

Several infected people also turned up on the left and right sides, attacking him from both sides.

There were several low walls on the slope, and he shuttled between the walls. More and more infected people joined in the chase, but none of them could touch the hem of his clothes.

His physical strength was constantly consumed by the high fever, and when he climbed up to the highest stone wall, the infected people were densely packed under his feet.

The infected person clawed at the stone wall, his paws rubbing against the stone wall, and Ruan Jingzhuo kicked down an infected person who was trying to climb up.Draw out the lightsaber and look down at the infected below.

The young man has a straight back, a straight and slender neck, and slightly trembling eyelashes, casting a fragile but stubborn shadow on his lower eyes.

The lightsaber sliced ​​across the heads of a row of infected people, black blood splashed up one after another, and soon blackened the entire stone wall.

An abnormal blush appeared on Ruan Jingzhuo's face, and a hint of purple quietly appeared in the depths of the gray pupils.Black blood covered his face, drawing a coquettish arc.

A pair of cold hands grabbed his arm and pulled him vigorously off the wall.Ruan Jingzhuo felt the world spinning for a while, and his body fell down uncontrollably.

Numerous hands tugged at him, covering his limbs, his hair, his face, his eyes.The nails pierced the body, and the tearing sensation was transmitted from all parts of the body to the brain, and finally exploded in the scalp.

For a moment, the sound of biting seemed to be lowered in volume, and along with it, the pain began to gradually peel off and separate from the body.

The scene in front of him became hazy, and a small light spot fell on it, like the moon in the water.

Memories come fast and unexpected.

The stone was thrown into the lake, and the moon was shattered by the ripples. Ruan Jingzhuo looked back at the person who threw the stone beside him.

The man's face was blurry, and he couldn't see the specific appearance clearly, but Ruan Jingzhuo felt very at ease, as if as long as he was there, he could let go of all defenses and immerse himself in the beauty of the moonlit night in the wild where the infected were rampant.

"Why are you trying so hard to kill the infected?" Even if he was asking questions, the man looked arrogant and indifferent, dragging and beating.

Ruan Jingzhuo's teeth were a little itchy, and he put his hands behind his head, looking at the moon in the sky: "Because I want to be higher than you."

Ruan Jingzhuo heard a sneer, and knew without turning his head that "what nonsense are you talking about" must be written on that person's face.

After a long time, the man said seriously: "I just thought about it very hard. Maybe after your heroic sacrifice, the higher-ups will posthumously honor you. There is no guarantee that you will be higher than me."

Ruan Jingzhuo twisted his neck, jumped up and hooked his fingers at the person: "Come, let's fight, life or death."

The life-and-death duel quickly attracted a group of infected people, who were outnumbered. The two heroes did not suffer the immediate loss, and temporarily truceed and fled for their lives.

"Don't worry, I will die behind you!" Ruan Jingzhuo shouted to the people beside him while running away.

"Remember this sentence! Maybe this is the only motivation to keep you alive when you are in a desperate situation!" The man also replied to him.

Under the moonlit night, the infected fell far behind and gradually disappeared, leaving only two running teenagers in the sky and the earth, as if no matter what obstacles they encountered, they would go forward bravely.

"Really, don't put gold on your face." The corners of Ruan Jingzhuo's mouth curled up, and his body, which had been sluggish due to the high fever, regained its lightness.

The huge encirclement formed by the infected collapsed from the inside, the blue sword light split a gap, and a figure stood in the center of the infected, pointing forward.

The corpses of the infected fell in piles, forming a hill.The blood flowed along the corpses on the upper floor to the corpses on the lower floor, and finally gathered blood droplets on the fingertips, "tick—" the blood drops fell into the blood river under gravity.

All the infected people were slaughtered, Ruan Jingzhuo pulled out the lightsaber stuck on the back of one infected person, raised his head, and the last trace of dark gray in his eyes was replaced by purple.

The sound of blood dripping became the only sound in the space. Ruan Jingzhuo turned his head to listen for a moment, then suddenly threw a lightsaber behind his ear. The lightsaber flew straight out and nailed to the tree, leaving a crack from the top to the root of the tree.

was dodged.

One blow failed, Ruan Jingzhuo drew back and wanted to retreat, but before he had time, he felt a blur in front of his eyes and was thrown to the ground.

The blood-colored eyes were reflected in Ruan Jingzhuo's pupils, Ruan Jingzhuo's pupils shrank slightly, and that familiar sense of oppression swept over his body again.

Even after evolving into an advanced infected person, there is still no way to fight back against the corpse king.When the lightsaber was released, Ruan Jingzhuo was like a fish nailed to a chopping board, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the fate of being stabbed.

Wu Qing squeezed his face hard, and Ruan Jingzhuo was forced to open his teeth, revealing his bright red tongue.

Ruan Jingzhuo wanted to retract his head, but the resistance was futile and he was stuffed with two pills.

"Cough cough!" Almost choking on the air duct, Ruan Jingzhuo coughed into darkness, trying to force Wu Qing to pinch his fingers, "What did you feed me!"

Wu Qing tilted his head and didn't care about the slight resistance. He wondered why he couldn't understand the words of this weak infected person.

The roar of the infected is not meaningless, at least the corpse king can understand it.For example, another weak infected person who is still breathing under the hill of the infected person is asking him for help.

But Wu Qing didn't want to talk to him.

But this infected person not only can't understand the other party's words, but also the other party can't understand his own words.

Wu Qing had been looking for him for a long time, and if she wanted to find him, she would give him medicine as soon as possible.

As for why he did this, he has no memory, as if he suddenly felt that there was a task and he had to complete it.

Ruan Jingzhuo felt that Wu Qing had let go of him, and quickly jumped up to move away from the unknown corpse king at the speed of light.

But in fact, no matter how he escaped, he could not escape from the palm of the corpse king. After confirming that Wu Qing had no intention of killing for the time being, Ruan Jingzhuo tried to communicate with him.

Ruan Jingzhuo: "Old...cough, what do you want to do?"

The phrase "boss" really can't be said anyway.

In all fairness, Ruan Jingzhuo doesn't think he has much self-esteem. As long as he can survive, let alone be low-key, let him be buried in the soil to show weakness, and he can show no psychological burden at all.

But looking at Wu Qing's obviously expressionless face, he can always see the vicious and ugly soul inside with colored glasses as if thickening the atmosphere.

Then his self-esteem suddenly rose.It is impossible for him to show weakness to Wu Qing, he would rather die than surrender.

Wu Qing was puzzled: "Roar?"

Ruan Jingzhuo: "?"

Ruan Jingzhuo patted the dust off his body after his little patience was exhausted: "I don't understand the language, please leave."

Wu Qing disappeared in place with a swish, blocking Ruan Jingzhuo's way.

Ruan Jingzhuo: "???"

Do you understand this sentence?