Before he died, he was in great pain, thinking about many dreams that had not yet been realized, thinking about his beautiful wife waiting at home, thinking about his close friends, and thinking about the happy times in the past... He touched and inserted it into the penis.

The dagger in his heart. He hated that cruel beast. Why did he still refuse to let him live even after giving him everything he had? He was not ready to die because he was still very young.

, how he wished he could continue to live. But the blood flowed too fast, making his eyes gradually dim...

On that rainy afternoon, he was buried on a hill not far from his home. On a dank and weird night, he pushed away the rotting coffin and the soft soil, roaring loudly, mixed with

The anger and resentment that had been stored in hell for several days, he actually came back to life.

The pastor was right, kind people will be reborn. He slowly shook off the sand from his clothes and hair, and suddenly found that his body had become stiff and a little sluggish. He knew that he was no longer a human being, but a cold-blooded and ugly living dead.

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He desperately wanted to go back and see his wife. They made a vow before her death. She told him that no matter what reason he left her, she would never marry. She must have been in pain on the day of the funeral. I don’t know if she is doing well now.

Okay. Thinking of this, he opened his skinny and rotten legs and hurried home.

It was still that familiar courtyard, still that cozy little house, but when he looked in through the window, he couldn't believe his eyes... The electronic clock hanging on the wall clearly showed the time that night.

, it had just been two months since his death, but the deep affection between the two people in the house was not at all like the sentiment that should have existed in just two months. Next to the window was a messy waste bin, with a bunch of old photos scattered inside.

, he picked up one and wiped off the dust on the surface. It was a photo of him and her, but half of her was cut off, and he was the only one left in all the photos...

Sadness and anger filled his throat, and he felt a raging deception. The sharp fangs exuded cold air, cold and bright in the dark night. Like the God of Death, the moment they rushed into the house, a man and a woman were both killed. He

He sucked their blood dry. Without blood, people would look very pale, but that was fine. He made their dirty appearance pure, and he was very happy.

No longer caring, he began to wander around. The neon lights and busy traffic everywhere made him feel uncomfortable, and the hustle and bustle of the world, both fake and real, made him hate it deeply. The living people wear the skin of hypocrisy, and survival has given them experience

Dirty ideas, power, and money are always the constant themes in society. He sucked the blood of one person after another, greedily sucking the bright red on his fingertips, and suddenly felt that he was so free after rebirth.

No longer bound by survival or emotional fetters, he could choose any hateful person, tear open his arteries, and watch his dark blood soak into the surrounding dust.

His body stinks a little, and only blood can temporarily maintain the vitality of his body. Rotting mosquitoes are hovering around him, but they never bite him. He is no longer a human, but he has become friends with them. Humans will always be angry.

Slap these hateful guys to death, and then look at the small pool of blood bursting out of the shriveled belly in the palm of your hand, as if you can tell that it is clearly your own blood. Then rub the tiny corpses, leaving them like scattered dust.

They were also buried in the soil. Because they sucked human blood, they became so-called "pests". It seems that any harm caused to humans in nature, even a little bit, is enough to be called "pests". So now he has become a pest, even

He is the public enemy of mankind all over the world because he threatens their survival. He began to sympathize with the creatures dying in the kitchen, the livestock tied in the broken stables, and the white rats locked in the laboratory.

His rebirth made him very extreme. He no longer saw the problem from a human perspective. He was a living dead. The people he bitten came back to life again, which he never expected. God gave him this miracle

The ability to make living people die and live again, and then reborn, becoming more and more pure. They have no fighting for interests, no hypocritical words, only the inextricable red spring flowing under the beating pulse. Living is always affected by

Trapped in the world, he thought that if he couldn't change the world, then he would simply let the world change him. But now that he has the ability to change the world, he wanted to make the world cleaner and make everyone truly equal.

He never drank the blood of prostitutes and clients, because it was extremely filthy stuff, and he did not want such useless waste to exist in the new world. So he gnawed off their skin and flesh, and let the scorching sun burn their naked bones.

The world is in chaos. People don't know where these cruel monsters come from. It seems like overnight, the world has turned into hell. In the eyes of the living dead, this is hell turning into the world.

The radio broadcasts slogans such as "United as One" every day, calling on mankind to unite and fight to the death against the living dead. He has never believed this, because he has seen countless times that a group of people ignore danger and just want to escape for their lives.

Such slogans may just be to stabilize the rule of those in power. He sneered, his bright red fangs dripping with blood.

Every time he takes action, he always picks out cowards and cowards, as well as those selfish and scheming villains, because these skins are in urgent need of reform. He thought that maybe if one of these people is missing, he will be one step closer to his goal. The world

He was evolving towards an unknown and challenging future, and he was working hard. Until one day, a scorching bullet penetrated his head, and the splash of brain matter made him feel suddenly released. The living dead had no pain, but this moment was smooth.

Like a dream, he lay under the iron hooves of the Army of the Living Dead, watching the mighty tide surge and roll, flattening cages filled with reinforced concrete and dividing the country into pieces.

Annexation dyes every skin color red with racial concepts intruding on it...
Chapter completed!