Chapter three hundred and twenty nine things have come to this
It is said that the disaster is not as good as the family, but the survivors now only want to vent the crimes committed by Song Wuli on his family!
Their resentment towards Song Wuli was that no matter how Song Wuli died, she could not relieve her anger. Song Wuli was in their hearts, no matter what the ending was, she would be a death. Why not let him see how his family was tortured by them before he died?
What's more?
To insult his wife and kill his children, all people who are related to him must do it in the cruelest and most vicious way!
But unfortunately, all the tortures that people think of have no effect, because Song Wuli has no relatives.
Except for the harem he raised.
However, when I think of his harem, countless people in the crowd looked at each other tacitly. At this moment, any man could see his lewd expression from the same sex!
Immediately, a few "straightforward" people expressed their thoughts.
"Song Wuli, you, the whole family, are all our women! We will take good care of you!"
As soon as these words were said, everyone laughed, and the expression on Song Wuli's face became distorted. He couldn't help it anymore, and roared violently and rushed into the crowd!
"You bunch of garbage, just a bunch of beasts that are not worth a piece of bread. I really should have killed you all! Feed you all the zombies! I want you to die!"
As soon as the crazy Song Wu [District 8 www.yeyin8.com] rushed into the crowd, lifted his arms at the same time and grabbed a survivor who had no time to react!
Under his horrified gaze, Song Wuli smiled and used his strength.
His!
The poor man couldn't even scream, and his whole body was torn in half by Song Wuli's huge force, and blood immediately gushed out, splashing the person next to him.
The air was silent for a short time, and then several sharp screams sounded. The survivors not far from Song Wuli hurriedly retreated behind the crowd, not daring to be noticed by his eyes.
Although someone is supporting them, maybe the one who lives to this day is not very jealous of life?
If a gun hits the bird, the bird will naturally die first, and who doesn’t want to die first.
The reason why they betrayed Song Wuli was nothing more than the bag of biscuits that Bai Huipeng took out. The biscuits were food, and people were iron rice and steel. Only with food could they keep their bodies alive.
In the end of the world, food is their heaven, the hope for all survivors to survive. All they need is one word to do.
live!
The crowd began to disperse, and in front of the crazy Song Wuli, no one dared to look at him!
People wanted to escape, but Song Wuli's heart was filled with anger and would not let them escape at all. He wanted to kill now!
Anyway, it’s all dead, so it’s better to kill a few more. Kill one will not lose money. Kill two will make a profit, and kill three will make a profit. It’s naturally the best to kill everyone!
The people who escaped in an instant seemed to have lost their combat power. They only focused on escaping, and no one dared to take action, giving Song Wuli a great opportunity to kill recklessly!
For a moment, Song Wuli's arms were like two butcher knives. The person he pinched was strangled to death. Every time he punched, he beat him to vomit blood. He fell to the ground and died on the spot. Some of the non-dead people were also carried by Song Wuli.
Take a step and use the bloodiest way to slash the human head and spurt out blood!
The air around the bloody smell with a strange sweet smell spread out. Song Wuli's nose kept twitching, and the smell of blood immediately penetrated into his nostrils, making his madness even stronger, and the force in his hands became stronger. He waved the slaughter room.
It all smells a little fishy!
He wished he had more hands and more people, so that all of them could be buried with him!
However, there are really few hands, and there are only more than ten people killed so far.
The blood is mixed with blood, very strong and has a strong taste. Different people and different blood types, all the blood is mixed together at a low point, with some dark colors, which is shocking!
Song Wu really wanted to kill a few more people, but would Bai Huipeng and others let him continue to kill like this?
The person who was killing did not see it. The person who fled in front was moving to both sides, and dozens of people holding weapons walked straight over!
The person in front of him was Wu Pingzhan. At this moment, he had a ferocious face. When he saw Song Wu who was killing, he raised the shotgun in his hand and shot it!
Bang!
The shotgun made a sound like a war drum. Song Wuli, who had just tore apart a person's body, felt a chill before he could put down his hand.
He looked down and saw a blood mist burst out from half of his body. Then the things in front of him lowered and his upper body fell to the ground.
Song Wu subconsciously supported the ground with both hands, and the crazy grin on his face suddenly turned into fear of death!
All this happened in the flash of lightning, so fast that Song Wuli couldn't feel the pain when he was leaving his lower body and upper body!
After a while, the severe pain came as if it was overwhelming. The pain made Song Wuli sweat on his forehead. The vitality of the second-level new human being was tenacious. Although he lost his lower body, it could not be considered a key point after all, so Song Wuli still
Alive, but you can do nothing!
Wu Pingzhan's face was still a cold grin on his face, and the narrow scar trembled to both sides with his smile, like a crawling centipede! Of course, he is not a good person, for the murder,
He didn't feel any burden in his heart.
At this stage of the end of the world, everyone a person meets on the way to survive will not be a good person. Even if he meets him, he will pretend to have something else to do.
The real good people have long been assimilated in the darkness of the end of the world, and those who have not been assimilated have gone crazy and died.
Wu Pingzhan walked to Song Wuli and looked at him condescendingly. Both were silent, but one had hope in his eyes and the other was full of coldness.
After a while, Wu Pingzhan raised his foot and stepped on Song Wuli's head, bent down, and whispered to him: "You should die!"
After saying that, amid the cheers of everyone, his feet moved back to Song Wuli's neck, and then exerted force.
Click!
The bones sounded crisp, and Song Wuli opened his mouth, trying to say something, but without saying anything, he crawled on the ground like a dead dog.
In the eyes of everyone, Wu Pingzhan took out Song Wuli's evolutionary crystal core and respectfully handed it to Bai Huipeng.
Now that things have come to this point, Song Wuli, the boss who was once a mighty here, was killed. All the food he had saved was emptied and transported to the south of Yudong. Three trucks went back and forth twice before moving everyone to
Survivor base in the south of Yudong.
Before Bai Huipeng left, he looked helplessly at the two tanks parked on the side of the road. The two tanks he brought did not work at all, but just shot a shot.
As for how to fire the cannon, Bai Huipeng still needs to ask carefully.