Apocalypse Meltdown Chapter 383: Hunting
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A wilderness next to the National Highway, where there were originally a group of Survivor camps, not as chaotic as the refugees, but it was just a 100 multi-person camping site, but there was no trace of popularity at this time. The 100 name Survivor has all been turned into incomplete wreckage on the ground, full of blood, and a corpse that has been eaten cannot be seen as it is. The body is covered with intestines and other dirty · objects.
Bloody and bloody.
When Junzhi and Zuichu came here, they saw this scene in front of them. In the distance, there were a few zombies in the distance eating the remaining human flesh, but the best meat parts were already eaten long ago. Clean.
"It happened about a day ago." Junzhi's voice sounded.
Zuichu rushed to the front with a knife and cut off those zombie heads, while commanding his brother Mixed Gender Twins: "Where is this?"
"At fifth." Junzhi replied lightly: "You can almost find the route of the other party, and the fastest tomorrow can catch up."
"Yes." Zuichu whispered softly. At this time, the few zombie that had been left had been beheaded by the little girl.
"However, sister." Junzhi hesitated a little: "The other party has looted five small human strongholds. It is estimated that the combat power has improved these days. The number cannot be estimated. We may not be able to rely on us alone."
Zuichu's wrist shook and dropped the black blood beads above Tang Blade, and his voice was calm: "Catch up and talk again."
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"How is it?" An old man with rough skin and thin skin and yellow and black skin, but with a kind face, looked forward to Chu Han, holding a dish that was not clean and broken in several places. pancake (flat bread).
"Delicious." Wangcai answered for Chu Han.
"Hehehe, it's delicious. My craft is ancestral, but Last of Days has nowhere to play." The old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were very deep, and suddenly he had a meal. A layer of gray eyes blinked: "How did you sound a little strange just now?"
"Oh, talking while eating, the voice is of course strange." Chu Han answered randomly, smiling at the Wangcai on the table.
"This is also true." The old man nodded seriously, and shortly afterward smiled like a chrysanthemum · flower, pushing pancake (flat bread) in front of his hand to Chu Han: "Here, eat more." "
Chu Han glanced at the old man ’s thin figure and took it with a smile: "Thank you."
"No thanks, no thanks." The old man quickly waved his hand: "I — —"
"Hey! We have been waiting for a long time without ah!!" Suddenly a rude voice in the house interrupted the old man's words, with a strong threat of meaning: "No longer do you work to feed you zombie, old immortal things!"
Chu Han looked in front of me. The weather in the north was very cold. The snow on the ground was trampled into mud and turned black. This is a small village. I sat on a big stone outside a clay house. A wooden table with one leg, a snow white rabbit eats itself into a ball.
The door of the nearby mud house was closed tightly, and there was a burst of heating from the gap left. It seemed that there was a fire in it. The person who just spoke was full of energy, and he was in a great position in this small village.
The old man 70 is very old, blind Two eyes, wearing a short jacket that ca n’t cover the forearm, the exposed skin is blackened, the pants are thinner, the shoes on the feet are open to reveal the toes, and the body is thinner It seems that it can be blown into the sky by this wind and snow.
He has a stinky body, dirty clothes, and his craft is not as good as what he said is an ancestral one. At most, it is just that pancake (flat bread) is familiar.
"Hush!" Hearing the people in the house shouting, the old man whispered to Chu Han in panic: "Don't be found, you keep eating slowly, I will first send pancake (flat bread) to my son."
"Okay." Chu Han responded with a smile, his eyes cold and terrifying.
After the old man enters the house, Chu Han glances at himself, long trousers, a coat that resists the cold wind, there is no trace of dust on his body, his fingers are clean, he is luxurious, he always carries a crystal worth 20,000 points, and there is a rear space The modern solar energy Wrangler has enough food to drive everyone in the village crazy.
"That's his son?" Wangcai didn't know whether he was talking to Chu Han or sighing himself.
"Yeah, it's his son." Chu Han repeated the sentence, got up and picked up Wangcai into his pocket, and headed towards the exit of the village.
He did n’t want to stay here for a moment, he was afraid he could n’t help trying to kill.
Soon after Chu Han left, a group of black robe people suddenly came to the village. The 20 black robe people covered themselves tightly and stepped into this small village, which caused quite a stir.
People close the gates or use the fastest Speed to pack things. They are very good at these. In order to avoid zombie, these people often move. This small village is just a place where they temporarily live. Good luck. There is a place to live here.
They do n’t know what hybrid is, they just think the opportunity is coming.
Some people are screaming at the heart of Xiao Jiujiu, and walked out of the house excitedly, daring to greet the 20 named black robe in front of him, and send Chu Han the old son of pancake (flat bread).
This man is about 40 years old and has nothing to do with his life. After the outbreak of Last of Days, he followed a group of migrants. The reason why he took his elderly father was also to have a free servant.
"Adult?" The old man's son approached these people with a shy face, and squeezed away the competitors' careful opening: "Are you here to pick us up? Are you from Shangjing?"
Shangjing Survivor Base is a place where countless people want to go. They are also moving in that direction. Even if more people die on the road, they ca n’t stop their determination to enter the biggest base of China.
The person headed by hybrid is not seen clearly, but just takes a portrait from his pocket. The voice is sharp: "Have you ever seen this person?"
A group of people stared at the person in the portrait for a while. The picture shows a young man. The painting is lifelike and the expression is very real. Although the appearance is ordinary, the Two eyes eye is unforgettable. With a strong sense of killing, it is not easy to provoke at a glance.
Looking at a group of people shaking their heads, 20 and hybrid are all a little irritable. Since they have n’t seen it before, then eat these people!
Just when the hybrid was about to start, suddenly a trembling voice rang out from a distance: "Son, have you seen the guy who just sat outside? Where is he going?"
"Fuck!" The old man's son scolded, and turned back to 2~3 and ran to the old man, kicking him directly: "Old immortal thing! Did you give daddy's food to me again? I Kill you! "
The old man was beaten with his head squatted down, and every time a thin body was kicked, it seemed that the bone would break. The hybrid person who just wanted to inquire completely lost interest when he saw that the old man Two eyes was gray.
"Slaughter." Ordered.