Walking alone in the uninhabited street, goose-feathered snowflakes falling from the sky, covering a thick layer on the ice.

A row of lonely footprints extended from a distance, and the lonely figures on the street disappeared among the snowflakes.

There are only black and white left in the world, just like an old-fashioned TV screen.

Before leaving the door, Wang Yao took out two syringes, and handed the rest and pen to Silas to protect himself. He was afraid that this old man sincerely wanted to be in danger.

Wang Yao returned to the ship again, and only empty cans were left in the food warehouse. The ship was plundered a few days ago. He had no choice but to move further away. He prayed in his heart that the cold current would not be today.

The idea of ​​robbing other survivors of food was erased as soon as it appeared in my mind. It was useless to kill them. Things were not that difficult.

The ice water was cold and biting. Wang Yao closed his eyes and Xiao Wu came to search for it, leading him to move forward under the water until he couldn't hold it in, then floated to the surface.

Wang Yao was very lucky. When he went down the third time, Xiao Wu found two backpacks filled with cans. Perhaps it was prepared by someone on the eve of the disaster. But he didn't have time to escape and was washed here by the flood.

When he floated onto the ice, Wang Yao had no time to be happy and the mutation suddenly broke out.

The cold current hit, and it was below zero...one hundred degrees below zero.

This place is quite close to the public library, and the original plot of the movie happened here. Before the cold wave came, Wang Yao fled here and survived for two days. Until the ninth day, the cold wave receded.

This means two points.

Rescue is coming soon.

It's over.

After saying goodbye to the people from the public library, Wang Yao left them a backpack and quickly returned to the shelter.

When I jumped into the room, a strange smell penetrated into my nose. When I came to the corridor, the smell became even stronger. It was like... the smell of meat.

Wang Yao was sure that it was the taste of meat.

It seems that they have had another encounter in the past two days and have obtained meat.

Wang Yao felt a little relieved. The conflict he didn't want to see the least happened.

When I walked to the door, the light came out from the crack of the door, and the meat smelled even more strong. The meat smell was very strange, and Wang Yao didn't think too much. I guess his nose was frozen.

When Wang Yao opened the door and smiled a long time ago, he opened his face: "Guys, I'll be back..."

The words came to an abrupt end. Wang Yao found that everyone was looking over, and then avoided his gaze. It seemed that he was trying his best to hide something.

No one spoke, only the fireplace crackled, and the atmosphere was almost condensed.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yao gradually curled his smile and felt uneasy in his heart. He looked around. Vera was still there, Silas was gone, Sam and the other two and the black vagabond were gone.

"Where is Silas? Where is Sam and the others?" Wang Yao turned his head and asked Villa sternly.

She turned her face away. She held Jesus' necklace tightly and murmured.

The abnormal reaction of the people, an extremely absurd thought appeared in Wang Yao's mind. He threw it out immediately, but the thought immediately emerged again and became more and more intense.

"What is this?" Wang Yao snatched the water cup in the boy's hand, shook the broth, and asked his mother.

"I, I don't know..." My mother turned her head and was also hiding from something.

The food was robbed. The boy reached out and shouted, "That's mine, give it back to me!"

Wang Yao raised the cup and placed it at the tip of his nose.

The smell of meat penetrated into his nose, but Wang Yao felt a violent twist in his lower abdomen and almost vomited. The smell... he was very familiar with it. In other words, Xiao Wu recognized it.

Human flesh.

The water cup was pinched and the pieces mixed with the broth dripped.

Wang Yao's eyes were so angry that he was trembling all over. His angry eyes almost devoured people!

"How dare you!? How dare you!?"

A chaotic heart.

The originally stable line instantly became a mess and was in chaos.

"Bastard, that's my food!" The boy reached out and pulled Wang Yao's sleeves, trying to pull him back.

puff!

Wang Yao's black spear pierced out and drilled into the boy's eye socket. The back of his head was poked out.

"Son! My God! You demon!" His mother was extremely angry and rushed up to tear Wang Yao up at all costs.

Wang Yao's black spear turned and pulled out horizontally, whistling through the air, and the black shadow whipped the woman's neck.

Click—

The sound came, and a large piece of the woman's cervical spine protruded, almost squeezing out of her skin, and her neck fell down with twisted.

The mother and son fell together.

After killing two people in a row, his anger did not ease at all. Wang Yao turned to face the others, and his angrily echoed in the room: "Whose this is? I'll ask you who's this!!!"

No one answered. Seeing Wang Yao killing the two with his own eyes with his own hands, they were frightened and even more afraid to speak.

"No one speaks, right?" Wang Yao laughed furiously, stepped over the heads of several people and came to Vera. His eyes were murderous, his arms stretched out, he grabbed Vera's slender neck tightly and raised her, and pulled her closer to him.

Vera struggled with her legs weakly, her palm slapped Wang Yao, and her throat made a giggle.

"Why do this?" The voice came from the gaps of teeth, full of hatred, almost shattering teeth.

Wang Yao was forcibly enduring, enduring his urge to kill everyone.

"I said you will let us go!" Suddenly a refugee stood up and said.

Wang Yao showed his murderous intention and stared at him. He was glared by his eyes, his heartbeat almost stopped, and he took a few steps back. Then he stubbornly said, "Do you blame us? You never come back, how can we survive for more than 20 of us! That's right, we ate him. Silas is too old, isn't it right to sacrifice him and save all of us?"

Wang Yao turned to stare at Vera in front of him again: "Then why are you still alive?"

"Gee..." Vera Jiao's face was ferocious, his eyes rolled up, and his struggle weakened. In his rage, it was difficult for Wang Yao to control his strength. He almost crushed Vera's neck bone.

Wang Yao's palm suddenly loosened, and Vera fell to the ground, covering her purple neck and coughing violently. Her hand was still holding the necklace tightly.

"God has abandoned you." Wang Yao sneered, looking at the pale-faced woman with mercy, turned to ask the others: "Where is Sam and the others!"

Everyone shrank, Wang Yao repeated it again before someone spoke: "They opposed us, we subdued them and locked them up... and let them come out after they understood. They are still alive! They are locked upstairs by us!"

“Isn’t it used as a reserve food?”

The refugees were speechless.

Wang Yao turned around and went out to find Sam and the others. Someone saw Wang Yao's backpack stuffed with him and the black spear that was forgotten by him. A fierce light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his figure suddenly rose up and picked up the black spear, thrusting Wang Yao's heart straight!

Bang!

Wang Yao's back was like long eyes, and he held the black spear in his back hand, pulled it hard and snatched it. At the same time, he staggered the attacker and threw it at Wang Yao's feet.

The black spear turned a gun flower in Wang Yao's hand, then stabbed downwards, piercing the attacker's knees.

Thrilling screams sounded at the same time.

"Instructions, where are they?"

...

"I know everything."

Wang Yao untied the ropes of the four people and said coldly.

"Who has the fire?"

The few people were stunned, and the homeless man groped on his body and took out a box of matches.

Sam was about to speak, but was blocked by Wang Yaobing. "You go first and go to the public library. I have something to deal with."

After saying that, without waiting for their reaction, he went downstairs to return to the shelter room.

Wang Yao, who should have left, came back again, and everyone's hearts trembled.

Wang Yao just looked at them indifferently, swept around, untied his backpack, and threw it on the ground.

A few cans rolled out and everyone's eyes were gathered on it.

Countless sounds of swallowing saliva sounded. They looked at Wang Yao and then looked at the can.

Someone rushed up, and this action woke up the people they used, and they also rushed up and snatched up.

Without exception, including Vera.

Wang Yao's right arm was squirming, and a tentacle was poked out, and the micro black blade at the top condensed, slashing on the gasoline barrel in the corner.

The light yellow liquid penetrated and spread quickly, spreading rapidly in the room covered with bedding. People were just snatching, and Wang Yao at the door had left without realizing that.

A match was spinning in the air, and it drew an arc on the bedding.

"I never said I'm going to let you go."

boom--

The fire was raging, and the wave of heat swept.

Countless screams rang out.

"What's the sound?" Sam, who was shivering in a thick quilt in the middle of the street, couldn't help but look back at the hotel.

"Go away quickly, I'm going to freeze to death." The black man in glasses hit Sam with his shoulder, and several figures were based on Xu Qianjin.

The hasty acquired journey ends here.

When the three of them entered, only Wang Yao returned. As usual. Speaking of which, when the seventh time entered 236, only the two of them would come down when the god of death came, and the rest would be destroyed without exception.

Silas tried to resolve Wang Yao, but used his own death to pull Wang Yao into the abyss.

The ninth day of the disaster

The cold ends

Rescue is here
Chapter completed!