I have an RV in the end times

Chapter 94 Black Arno
Zhang Yun quickly left the mansion.

Before leaving, he could still see his companions upstairs waving to him. Zhang Yun looked at it, nodded, and then went on his way.

Passing through the village and into the fields, there is a wide wooded area ahead.

It was dark in the forest, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Zhang Yun was always holding a gun in his hand, and trotted over.

It turned into a shadow in the dark night, and after a while, it disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Almost nothing could be seen in the field of vision. For his own safety, Zhang Yun took out the long-stored nuclear flashlight from the system world.

Snap it open.

The light fanned out onto the forest floor.

The soil is uneven, and there are tree roots lingering from time to time.

This forest is not young, and many trees are at least decades old.

Not far away, a deep whisper came...

Zhang Yun turned off the flashlight because he had already seen the light.

There is a clearing at the end of the woods, where a church rises up, it is the Church of Heaven in all its glory.

There are many people who believe in this religion in China.

Zhang Yun remembers that in his home city, there was a small church a few kilometers away, and many people went to worship.

He lives in a small city outside the eighth line.

Of course it is not surprising that people in this village believe in Catholicism.

But after Zhang Yun listened for a long time, the whispers coming from the church didn't sound like a Bible no matter how he distinguished them.

The candle was burning, and Zhang Yun approached the door slowly, tiptoeing, not letting himself make any sound.

The big wooden door was not completely covered, but a gap happened to be exposed for Zhang Yun to visit.

The church was full of people.

They turned their backs to Zhang Yun, arched their backs, and whispers came from their mouths.

In the center of the church, what is tied is not a statue of Jesus, but a 'corpse wall' made up of corpses one by one.

Those corpses either had no heads, or no hands and feet, and even had a stomach hollowed out...

The walls are red, blood red!
Blood has formed a graffiti-like work of art on this wall.

Messy, but extremely penetrating.

Zhang Yun felt dizzy and wanted to vomit.

He held back and looked intently.

On the corpse wall, there are still a few people who are not dead, they are dying.

There were three guys in suits who looked like they were from the city. There was even a guy with white skin, light brown eyes, and an unshaven beard who was not from China.

Song Ming stood where the priest should have been standing, praying with his eyes closed.

Even watching from a close distance, Zhang Yun was not sure what happened here.

First of all, everyone is supposed to be injected with yellow potion, and then they start to rely on crops grown with zombie manure.

People who ate these crops either became stupid, or became infinitely powerful, and their functions in all aspects were improved.

The villagers then killed the person who injected them.

It can be seen that there are many dead people in white coats on the corpse wall. It seems that those are doctors.

And the people above, without exception, have two artistic black minimalist letters... "NW" sewn on their chests.

Things have become clear.

Zhang Yun came here alone, and he wanted to take one thing away.

suddenly.

Song Ming said loudly: "Let the Lord give us the courage to face the end times! Let the earth return to its original state, let us be immune to viruses from today, and when the world collapses, we will regroup..."

Those villagers echoed repeatedly, and actually began to chant after Song Ming in unison.

Zhang Yun didn't look into the door anymore, but turned his head and glanced outside.

There was a rustling sound outside the woods. After Zhang Yun avoided it, he took out his earphones and adjusted the frequency of the walkie-talkie: "Boy, go back to the RV and wait for me first."

Two seconds later, the intercom responded, "Okay, Zhang Yun, be careful."

Putting away the walkie-talkie, Zhang Yun circled the church from the main entrance.

There are frosted windows on both sides, and there are colorful window grilles on them, so you can't see what's going on inside.

Even so, Zhang Yun still bowed his head and walked around to the back of the church.

The back is covered by a bush, which is a solid wall.

Zhang Yun frowned and thought about it. The best way, of course, is to sneak in after they leave and take away what he needs.

Now I can only crawl here, and I can't let them find out.

If he faced these villagers, Zhang Yun could kill one, two, or a dozen, but not all of them.

Even, he will encounter danger.

That's why Zhang Yun asked Zhou Jue to take the people back to the caravan, and waited for them to leave before he could act.

As time passed, the night became darker.

In the woods, it was shady, the wind rustled the woods, and the leaves beat each other.

The vegetation on the ground was swaying. Zhang Yun was sitting in the bushes when he suddenly heard a cough.

Immediately afterwards, a big hand pressed Zhang Yun from behind.

And the whisper of the other party also sounded at the same time: "Brother, don't move, I am not an enemy."

Looking back at him, it turned out to be a black man!
He was only wearing a light gray shirt, which was already tattered, and he was wearing trousers and leather shoes underneath, looking very embarrassed.

Of course, his dark skin doesn't look too embarrassing.

It's just that this guy held himself down with one hand, and held a gun against his waist with the other.

Zhang Yun sneered: "What are you going to do?"

"Brother, I just want to save my colleagues. They are not dead yet. Just now, I saw you wandering around the church. I knew you were not one of their villagers, so I rushed up to say hello. Please promise me not to do anything. I wouldn't shoot, no, if I did, we'd both die."

The mandarin of this black man is quite fluent, Zhang Yun nodded: "Don't worry."

The black man breathed a sigh of relief, put away his gun, and sat beside Zhang Yun: "Do you know who they are?"

"Village?"

"No, they are heretics." The black man trembled. "They killed my colleagues, cut off their heads, hands and feet, dug out their bellies, and took out their intestines...they are demons."

Zhang Yun didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

This black comrade is really too dark, only his bright eyes and white teeth can be seen.

But I can feel the uncontrollable anger in him at this moment.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure. My name is Yano. Hello." The black man extended his hand and shook it.

"Zhang Yun."

"Are you from outside?" Arno asked.

"Jinjin."

"Oh, I know that place, I've been there on business trips before." Yano laughed.

Zhang Yun bowed his head, and the same "NW" letter was printed on this person's shirt, which showed his identity.

"You...and your colleagues, why are you here?" Zhang Yun asked.

Yano sighed: "Sorry, I can't say anything about this."

　Ask for a wave of recommendation tickets~
　　


(End of this chapter)