Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 322 Uprising (Eleven)

At this moment, dragon roars and... screams continued to be heard in the main city.

Ningxia and Guo Ni carefully hid in some corners and blind spots, found a gap, and made sure the surrounding area was safe enough to quickly move from one blind spot to another relatively hidden place.

Try not to show your body shape, so as not to be hunted by hunters outside.

In the face of a dragon whose strength is completely beyond the specifications, neither of them has a chance to win.Even if the strength is increased tenfold, it may not be an enemy of unity, let alone what it looks like now.

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

The shock brought by Longyin was huge, and all the living dead in the rule felt an instinctive fear, as if something terrible was about to happen immediately.

Everyone began to tighten their skins, gathered together, grabbed their thin weapons, and tried to protect themselves for a moment.Waiting for the moment when fate comes.

But they didn't expect that the disaster would come so quickly, and the situation was so terrifying that it was enough to defeat the last moment of their consciousness.

Qin Mingfang's living dead were the first to recruit difficulties, and they were kept in the dark without even knowing what happened.

It was an ordinary morning, except for the earth-shattering dragon roar an hour ago, everything was the same as usual.

Especially for the living dead in this place, this strange phenomenon did not attract much attention to them.

The world of comprehension is like this, what is there in Longyin, it may be the vision of some magic treasure or the celestial phenomenon of a strange treasure.At most, the legendary dragon roar made them wonder.

And just like them, neither dead nor alive, what does these things have to do with them?Just messing around.

Since all the out-of-control zombies in the city have been wiped out, the army's work has come to a standstill, and everyone has been left in the camp to fatten up.

The rebels will not be killed, the city will not be built, and the mine will not be dug.All day transporting corpses, transporting ore, and doing nothing else the rest of the day.

Of course, the living dead 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 ore, nor the next fate of the main city, nor did they care about the seemingly arrogant rebels.

Anyway, he listened to the arrangement very calmly, arranged what to do, like a robot.If you use Ningxia's words, it is the life of salted fish, what is your love?

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

The squads in the camp are shrinking day by day, from missing one or two at the beginning to disappearing as a whole.But everyone is indifferent to the mysterious disappearance of their companions.

The living dead who disappeared never reappeared in their lives.

No, maybe they had already discovered it.Because they were the ones responsible for transporting the bodies.Occasionally, they would find from the piles of corpses that they were suspected to be some living dead they once knew, staring at the sky with almost unframed eyes in a twisted and weird posture.

so what?They don't care at all.

It is only today, when they are really faced with a terrible situation, that they find the desperate mood of those dead companions.

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

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

Although there are no soldiers to go out for exercise now, the Qin City Lord has not called them for a long time.Many living dead people also began to get tired, and gradually the venue was abandoned.

But this soldier likes to go outside very much, doing exercises, practicing martial arts, and sharpening weapons... It seems that there is something unforgettable engraved in his bones.

It's as if... as if he had done it countless times before, even though the wind and rain did not change, even though there was no trace of it in his memory.

He is a common, ordinary "local" living dead.Since he was conscious, he didn't remember his past, and only remembered his life on this island. The only difference was whether he betrayed 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 was his most beloved weapon. After he woke up here alone, the knife that was close to him, Yanling, was its name and the only thing he remembered.

This knife is very squeamish and very human. Sometimes Xiaobing forgets to clean it and hears the other side's roaring like a spoiled child.

After the soldier has sharpened one side of the knife, he quickly flips the other side.

For some unknown reason, Xiao Bing felt that the cold knife in his hand was trembling slightly, making an inexplicable buzzing sound, and it had a tendency to become more and more powerful, as if he was warning of something.

Xiao Bing didn't care, thinking that the other party was playing with his temper, and patted the knife face gently: "Be honest." He didn't even see the half abrupt beast face on the knife face before the palm covered it.

He skillfully wiped away the blade covered on the newly turned side, and the terrifying beast face that was distorted by the curved surface appeared on the clean as new blade surface. thing.

Xiaobing's eyes widened, and he touched the reflection tremblingly, not daring to move.The movement of the Yanling knife became louder and louder, as if warning the owner of something.

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

It hurts.

Someone in the camp made a sharp cry, revealing extreme pain and struggle, and finally caught everyone's attention.

It doesn't matter if the living dead feel pain, but few.

The army of the living dead, who were languidly resting in the camp, slowly climbed out of the tent to see what was going on.

Of course, there are many, too lazy to move, do not want to move.

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

The ultimate lazy cancer inside thought impatiently, what a bunch of idiots, even those three-legged cat-like rebels can't do anything, and they were beaten to the point of crying.

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

This has happened before.Those daring guys in the west of the city tried to come here in twos and threes to fight guerrilla warfare.Because they have long lost their cohesion here, they have really exploited a lot of loopholes and lost a lot of combat power.

This time too, they thought it was a rebel operation.

A corporal followed the soldiers of 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 did not respond slowly and slowly crooked to the side.

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

Not a drop of blood, but his stomach throbbed subconsciously.vomit--

what happened……

(End of this chapter)