At this moment, the main city kept roaring and...screaming sounds.

Ningxia and Guo Ni carefully hid in some corners and found a gap. They confirmed that the surrounding area was safe enough and quickly moved from one dead corner to another relatively hidden place.

Try not to reveal your figure so as not to be chased by hunters outside.

Facing a dragon clan with completely over-standard strength, neither of them won. Even if their strength is ten times higher, it may not be the enemy of one combination, let alone the appearance now.

How things have developed to this point, it starts from half a day ago.

The shock brought by the dragon roar was huge. All the living dead people in the ruling world felt an instinctive fear, as if something terrible was about to happen immediately.

Everyone began to tighten their skin, gathered together, grabbed thin weapons, and tried to protect themselves for a moment. Wait for the moment when fate came.

But they did not expect that the disaster would come so rapidly and the situation was so terrible that it would defeat them at the last moment of consciousness.

Qin Mingfang's living dead were the first to deal with the problem. They were still hidden in the dark and didn't even understand what was going on.

It was an ordinary morning, except for the earth-shaking dragon roar one hour ago, everything was no different from usual.

Especially for the living dead here, this strange phenomenon does not attract much attention.

This is the case in the cultivation world. What is the dragon roar? It may be a magic weapon or a celestial phenomenon of a strange treasure. The legendary dragon roar makes them feel strange at most.

And just like them, they are immortal, what does these things have to do with them? They just live a life of scattering.

Since all the out-of-control zombies in the city were wiped out, the military's work has come to a standstill, and everyone has been left in the camp to feed.

The rebels stopped killing, the city was not built, and even the mines were not dug. They transported corpses and ore all day, and they were all idle at other times.

Of course, the living and dead people on Qin Ming's side didn't care, except for a very small number of people. They didn't care about the use of transporting corpses and ores, nor did they care about the future fate of the main city, nor did they care about the group that seemed to be

Very arrogant rebels.

Anyway, I just obey the arrangements very calmly, doing whatever I arrange, like a robot. In Ningxia's words, it's a salted fish life, and I do whatever I like.

They don't even care why there are fewer and fewer companions around them.

The teams in the camp shrank day by day, from missing one or two at the beginning to disappearing in a whole team. But everyone was indifferent to the mysterious disappearance of their companions.

None of the living dead who disappeared appeared in their lives again.

No, maybe they had discovered it long ago. Because they were the ones responsible for transporting the bodies. Occasionally, they would find from the pile of corpses that were suspected to be some living dead person who had once been familiar with them, staring at the almost strange and distorted posture.

Out of framed eyes looked at the sky.

So what? They don't care at all.

Until today, when they were truly facing a terrible situation, they found their dead companions in their despair.

The first person to discover this was a soldier, and of course this was the last thing he encountered in this world.

That day he fetched water to the playground as usual, thinking of watering the weapon he hadn't used for a long time.

Although no soldiers have been out for fun now, the Lord of Qin has not summoned them for a long time. Many living dead people have also become lazy and gradually the ground has been abandoned.

But this soldier likes to go outside to move, exercise, practice, polish weapons... as if something unforgettable in his bones.

It's like... it seems like he has done this countless times, and the storm remains unchanged, although there is no trace in his memory.

He is a common, ordinary "local" living dead man. He has no memory of his past since he was conscious, and only remembers his life on this island. The only difference is whether he betrays his soul's physical instinct and strong subconscious.

On this day, as usual, he went outside to maintain his beloved personal weapon.

The Yanling Knife is his favorite weapon. The sword he woke up here alone and was close to. Yanling, this is its name and the only thing he remembers.

This knife is very charming and very humane. Sometimes, if a soldier forgets to clean it up, he will hear the other party roaring like a spoiled person.

After the soldier polished one side of the knife, he quickly turned over the other side.

For some reason, the soldier felt the cold knife in his hand trembling slightly, making an inexplicable buzzing sound, and there was an increasingly powerful trend, as if he was warning something.

The soldier didn't care, thinking that the other party was throwing a tantrum, so he gently patted the knife face: "Be honest." He didn't see the half-brupt beast face covering the knife face before.

He skillfully wiped the blade body covering the newly turned side, and the terrifying beast face that was contorted by the curved surface appeared on the clean and smooth knife surface. The vertical pupil with a slightly yellow copper bell showed that it was extraordinary

Things.

The soldier widened his eyes and touched the reflection tremblingly, not daring to move. The movement of the Yanling Knife became even louder, as if warning his master something.

At the last moment when darkness came, he picked up Yan Ling from the whetstone and closed his eyes.

This hurts so much.

Who made a sharp scream in the camp, exuding extreme pain and struggle, which eventually attracted everyone's attention.

It doesn't matter if the living dead feels painful, but few of them are.

The army of living dead, who were lazily resting in the camp, slowly climbed out of the tent, thinking about what was going on.

Of course there are many, too lazy to move, and you don’t want to move.

Screams one after another, accompanied by a muffled tearing and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The ultimate lazy cancer inside thought impatiently, they were such a group of idiots. Even those three-legged rebels could not do anything about it, and they were beaten to cry and call them to their parents by others.

Helplessly, they still have to go out and clean up the mess for them.

This situation has happened before. The bold guys in the west of the city tried to come here in groups of three or three to fight guerrilla warfare. Because they had lost their cohesion here, they really took advantage of many loopholes and ruined many battles.

force.

The same is true this time, they thought it was a rebel operation.

A sergeant followed the soldiers from his own team to the outside of the tent.

But before he could see the true face of the enemy, half of the soldier who was only one arm away from him was taken away by a flying shadow, leaving only the body that still had not reacted slowly tilted beside him.

In the sight of the sergeant, he could clearly see the huge wound that was cut in half, and the organs that had already shrunk inside.

There was no drop of blood, but his stomach twitched subconsciously. Vomited—
Chapter completed!