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Fiction: Legend of Fata Lin: Beijing North mediocre Word Count: 2503

Decher didn't find the owner of the hotel, the couple didn't know where to go. The bed of Flash Dance Novel Net even remains the same.

However, Decher brought food, which was helpful to Eichmann's emotions, but only minimal. He had not realized that he was already very hungry. He asked Decher to distribute the food to the soldiers and let them eat. He looked at strips of dried meat, slices of black bread like stones, and even crumpled fruits.

He delivered the dried meat to the edge of the fire, the flames were on the edge of the dried meat, the fat was grilled slightly crackled, and the tempting fat was smelted out of the burnt aroma.

The soldiers camped in the middle of the hotel lobby, not far from the place where the two guards were hanging. Four huge torches were ignited in the hall. They found a large iron plate that they did not know what to do, put firewood on it, and ignited it as a fire.

Everyone was squeezed in the swaying light of the fire, and their faces were tight. Some people stared at the night sky outside the window, glaring at the darkness as if they could face it. Others turned their faces away, perhaps to forget everything they just experienced.

Renne stood for a long time, his bare head blazed against the fire, staring provocatively at the fire, his eyes aggressive, as if waiting for his opponent to appear. He never seemed to feel this fear.

Gandner was equally cold, and as soon as the fire ignited, he spent his time cleaning the crossbow machine and wiping out the blood clots left when he moved the body. After he cleaned up, he sat quietly, his head tilted slightly to the side, listening.

Echmann looked at them and said nothing. It was difficult for him to admit to himself, but the death of two soldiers affected him. He has seen hundreds of bodies in his life, some of them were cut open on the confession table, but the disappearance and return of these two people made him uneasy.

He could still see their hollow eyes, dark and empty. When he closed his eyes, they looked back at him in the **** darkness.

"What are you listening to?" He asked Ganderner in a low voice.

"The sound of the woods, any unnatural sounds, any sounds that should not appear."

Eichmann tried to listen to himself. The wind hasn't stopped, the leaves are still climbing each other. The sound is endless, like the soft sound of waves hitting the coast. After a while, it began tormenting his nerves.

"Can you hear anything?" He asked.

Ganderner shook his head.

"Not yet." He said. "But it will be a long night."

When Eichmann felt he heard something, he stood up and looked around to try to discern the direction of the sound. A spider-like limb got into the window. Renn was attracted by the sound and waved the warhammer towards the suddenly appearing monster, but missed it. The monster rushed to Eichmann, grabbing on the stone floor, his eyes wide, and the gray flesh was tightly attached to the skull, his fingers stretched towards Eichmann.

Echermann held the sword between the monster and himself. It began to open its mouth, exposing rotten gums and yellow teeth. There was a terrible sound from its mouth, like a cat meow, which cut through the vocal cords that were once human. Then it died.

Its back was smashed on the stone ground, and its feet were swaying around. Ryan grabbed its neck and dragged it off the ground. He pulled his warhammer in place with one hand, and raised the monster with the other, ignoring its legs kicking and scratching with his fingers.

It hung in the air and flung its body. The skinny figure continued to struggle, shouting and yelling like animals.

"What are you?" Ryan didn't let go, he asked, staring at this strange thing.

Its eyes are still wide open, and their spherical surface is covered with blood, as if they have forgotten how to close them.

"What are you?" Ryan's voice lost some sharpness. He looked more curious than angry.

It? Is it him? This is a man, or once a man. His clothes were broken into pieces, revealing a row of tight ribs. His cheeks were sunken, his skin was yellow, and there were long scratches all over his body. Those wounds had not healed, and the scab was covered with thick spots and blood stains. Stinky all over.

"He is dead, this is an undead." Eichmann said, staring at the monster in Renn's hand, and then cut off its head with a long sword, and the wound on his neck did not even leak blood.

"Undead? The dead?" Ren said to himself.

"We're in trouble. Everyone! Prepare for battle." Eichmann exclaimed loudly.

The deceased limped out of the darkness, grinning as they dragged their incomplete limbs. Some people are still wearing broken clothes. Others have only skin and bones, and the limbs and joints are wrapped with sluts. When they came, some people whispered and muttered to themselves again and again. Others were silent, coming out of the darkness like translucent shadows.

Terror fell on them. It climbed out of the ground in the form of a wave and appeared in front of them. Grab Echmann's heart and squeeze it tightly. An overwhelming urge rose in his heart. Maybe death is not so bad. If everything ends soon, maybe he can forget the fear.

"I'm here to guard the door," Ren said. He is still as calm as before. "Leave me behind. Pay attention to the windows."

Eichmann turned his head. The pub hall has eight windows, four on each side. Three of them still have wooden windows left on them, while the rest are open to nature. The window hung on the wall was higher than he could easily reach. But he knew that this did not stop them.

Then he heard Rennes' whistle and the crunching sound of the bone when he received the impact. Renn had just started working, waving his hammer, striking smoothly and skillfully. He moved briskly, backed away a few steps, waited for them to rush up, then rushed forward to solve them.

There are a lot of monsters waiting outside the hotel, and the whole line of monsters limped into the range, groaning, looking for holes in his defense. He hit the hammer heavily on them, holding the black weapon as if it had no weight, quickly pulled it back, adjusted its course, so that it could be pulled back into place before the next swing The best damage.

Echmann heard a scratch in a window and turned to face it. A slender finger stretched across the window sill and leaned in, trying to grab something. The other followed it, and then the next one, until a scrawny hand grabbed the stone.

The undead crawled at its own pace and steadily advanced, neither accelerating nor decelerating. When they encountered rocks, they began to climb. The skinny hands stretched upward, grasping the bricks like claws, dragging the skinny body.

Ganderner intervened and professionally cut the climber's wrist from the other side with a halberd. The attacker dropped the ground, leaving two dismembered hands grasping the edge of the window.

The undead emerged from more windows. On the walls on both sides of the inn, the soldiers were busy cutting in the hands caught on the window, knocking the undead back to the ground.

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Decher didn't find the owner of the hotel, the couple didn't know where to go. The bed of Flash Dance Novel Net even remains the same.

However, Decher brought food, which was helpful to Eichmann's emotions, but only minimal. He had not realized that he was already very hungry. He asked Decher to distribute the food to the soldiers and let them eat. He looked at strips of dried meat, slices of black bread like stones, and even crumpled fruits.

He delivered the dried meat to the edge of the fire, the flames were on the edge of the dried meat, the fat was grilled slightly crackled, and the tempting fat was smelted out of the burnt aroma.

The soldiers camped in the middle of the hotel lobby, not far from the place where the two guards were hanging. Four huge torches were ignited in the hall. They found a large iron plate that they did not know what to do, put firewood on it, and ignited it as a fire.

Everyone was squeezed in the swaying light of the fire, and their faces were tight. Some people stared at the night sky outside the window, glaring at the darkness as if they could face it. Others turned their faces away, perhaps to forget everything they just experienced.

Renne stood for a long time, his bare head blazed against the fire, staring provocatively at the fire, his eyes aggressive, as if waiting for his opponent to appear. He never seemed to feel this fear.

Gandner was equally cold, and as soon as the fire ignited, he spent his time cleaning the crossbow machine and wiping out the blood clots left when he moved the body. After he cleaned up, he sat quietly, his head tilted slightly to the side, listening.

Echmann looked at them and said nothing. It was difficult for him to admit to himself, but the death of two soldiers affected him. He has seen hundreds of bodies in his life, some of them were cut open on the confession table, but the disappearance and return of these two people made him uneasy.

He could still see their hollow eyes, dark and empty. When he closed his eyes, they looked back at him in the **** darkness.

"What are you listening to?" He asked Ganderner in a low voice.

"The sound of the woods, any unnatural sounds, any sounds that should not appear."

Eichmann tried to listen to himself. The wind hasn't stopped, the leaves are still climbing each other. The sound is endless, like the soft sound of waves hitting the coast. After a while, it began tormenting his nerves.

"Can you hear anything?" He asked.

Ganderner shook his head.

"Not yet." He said. "But it will be a long night."

When Eichmann felt he heard something, he stood up and looked around to try to discern the direction of the sound. A spider-like limb got into the window. Renn was attracted by the sound and waved the warhammer towards the suddenly appearing monster, but missed it. The monster rushed to Eichmann, grabbing on the stone floor, his eyes wide, and the gray flesh was tightly attached to the skull, his fingers stretched towards Eichmann.

Echermann held the sword between the monster and himself. It began to open its mouth, exposing rotten gums and yellow teeth. There was a terrible sound from its mouth, like a cat meow, which cut through the vocal cords that were once human. Then it died.

Its back was smashed on the stone ground, and its feet were swaying around. Ryan grabbed its neck and dragged it off the ground. He pulled his warhammer in place with one hand, and raised the monster with the other, ignoring its legs kicking and scratching with his fingers.

It hung in the air and flung its body. The skinny figure continued to struggle, shouting and yelling like animals.

"What are you?" Ryan didn't let go, he asked, staring at this strange thing.

Its eyes are still wide open, and their spherical surface is covered with blood, as if they have forgotten how to close them.

"What are you?" Ryan's voice lost some sharpness. He looked more curious than angry.

It? Is it him? This is a man, or once a man. His clothes were broken into pieces, revealing a row of tight ribs. His cheeks were sunken, his skin was yellow, and there were long scratches all over his body. Those wounds had not healed, and the scab was covered with thick spots and blood stains. Stinky all over.

"He is dead, this is an undead." Eichmann said, staring at the monster in Renn's hand, and then cut off its head with a long sword, and the wound on his neck did not even leak blood.

"Undead? The dead?" Ren said to himself.

"We're in trouble. Everyone! Prepare for battle." Eichmann exclaimed loudly.

The deceased limped out of the darkness, grinning as they dragged their incomplete limbs. Some people are still wearing broken clothes. Others have only skin and bones, and the limbs and joints are wrapped with sluts. When they came, some people whispered and muttered to themselves again and again. Others were silent, coming out of the darkness like translucent shadows.

Terror fell on them. It climbed out of the ground in the form of a wave and appeared in front of them. Grab Echmann's heart and squeeze it tightly. An overwhelming urge rose in his heart. Maybe death is not so bad. If everything ends soon, maybe he can forget the fear.

"I'm here to guard the door," Ren said. He is still as calm as before ~ ​​www.wuxiaspot.com ~ stays behind me. Pay attention to the windows. "

Eichmann turned his head. The pub hall has eight windows, four on each side. Three of them still have wooden windows left on them, while the rest are open to nature. The window hung on the wall was higher than he could easily reach. But he knew that this did not stop them.

Then he heard Rennes' whistle and the crunching sound of the bone when he received the impact. Renn had just started working, waving his hammer, striking smoothly and skillfully. He moved briskly, backed away a few steps, waited for them to rush up, then rushed forward to solve them.

There are a lot of monsters waiting outside the hotel, and the whole line of monsters limped into the range, groaning, looking for holes in his defense. He hit the hammer heavily on them, holding the black weapon as if it had no weight, quickly pulled it back, adjusted its course, so that it could be pulled back into place before the next swing The best damage.

Echmann heard a scratch in a window and turned to face it. A slender finger stretched across the window sill and leaned in, trying to grab something. The other followed it, and then the next one, until a scrawny hand grabbed the stone.

The undead crawled at its own pace and steadily advanced, neither accelerating nor decelerating. When they encountered rocks, they began to climb. The skinny hands stretched upward, grasping the bricks like claws, dragging the skinny body.

Ganderner intervened and professionally cut the climber's wrist from the other side with a halberd. The attacker dropped the ground, leaving two dismembered hands grasping the edge of the window.

The undead emerged from more windows. On the walls on both sides of the inn, the soldiers were busy cutting in the hands caught on the window, knocking the undead back to the ground.