Gamers Are Fierce

The black stiff with black mane all over, stared at Li Ang bitterly with only one eye left. The soles of his feet jumped like springs, jumped out of the Great Hall, and walked along the two-car wide country road on the left side of the gate. He rushed like a whirlwind and quickly disappeared into the night.

　　 can't even blow up a grenade...

　　 Li Ang, who poked his head out from behind the pile of tables and chairs, let out a suffocating breath, patted the sawdust on his body, and stepped out.

　　 At this time, the three villagers who had played cards together had led the strong men in the village, riding motorcycles, tricycles, and bicycles along the road on the right, hurried to the gate of the Great Hall.

　　 looked over suddenly, these villagers holding flashlights, torches, rakes, pitchforks, hatchets, and even earthen firecrackers for hunting, are connected to one another, and they still have such a deterrent power in the night.

　　 Difficult mountains and bad waters come out of troublesome people, living in a sinister place like Yinshan Village, it is impossible to fight bravely.

　　 It's a pity that this kind of brave fighting is still useful when fighting for water sources and fighting between two villages. When encountering a black stiff that even an assault rifle can't break, it is basically a food delivery.

　　 "Hammer, what about that thing?"

　　 The strong man at the head got off the motorcycle, waved the firecracker, and asked Li Ang.

　　 Li Ang glanced at the villagers with worrisome combat power, shook his head, and said blankly: "Where does the road on the left lead?"

　　 The brawny man was swept away by Li Ang's calm gaze, and subconsciously replied: "Provincial city."

　　 Li Ang nodded, stepped forward, stepped straight on the motorcycle belonging to the strong man, twisted the accelerator, and chased after the black stiff footsteps.

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　　 Feng Tiegen drove a silver-gray Wuling pickup truck with the lights on and drove on the winding mountain road.

　　 The night is deep, and the dense branches hanging from the low mountain wall are like dense fishing nets, covering the deserted moonlight.

　　 Feng Tiegen is going to the county to apply for her mother's funeral certificate.

　　 His wife, Zhang Cuifang, is sitting in the passenger seat. She has a thin face, prominent cheekbones, dyed brown hair, heavy makeup on her face, and she is leaning against the window to brush a short video.

　　 The inexplicable laughter and the noisy soundtrack in the short video echoed in the narrow car. Feng Tiegen was upset when he heard it. He took a deep breath and said to his wife, "Can you stop?"

　　 Zhang Cuifang didn't seem to hear her, changed her posture, and continued to swipe the screen to laugh. The volume of the phone was even louder.

　　 Anger rose suddenly, Feng Tiegen turned his head and shouted: "Turn off the voice softly! Didn't you hear it?"

　　 Zhang Cuifang was taken aback for a moment, and looked at his usually timid and weak husband with disbelief, "Dare you yell at me?"

　　 "Just yell at you, what's the matter?" Feng Tiegen gritted his teeth, "If it weren't for you stinky lady, would my mother die?..."

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Cuifang stared, eyes that occupies most of the white eyeballs as if they were about to stick out, "Feng Tiegen, you are really getting shameless. Who said it was too expensive to treat diseases? Who said that taking care of the old mother is too tiring? And who brought the mother into the bullpen?

　　 You went out to play cards and drank, fell asleep, and blamed others for not giving your mother food? "

　　 Feng Tiegen squeezed the steering wheel tightly, and the veins on his fingers burst, as if he was about to squeeze the steering wheel.

"Oh, why, are you going to hit someone?" Zhang Cuifang glanced at her husband, Shi Shiran put down the phone, twisted and lay in the seat, and sneered: "Hey, Feng Tiegen, Feng Tiegen, I'm surprised. You said why I was so blind to marry you such a useless baby..."

　　 sarcasm, mockery, all kinds of cynicism, acrimonious words, sputtered from Zhang Cuifang's mouth like a machine gun bullet.

　　 Suddenly, the ridiculous storm subsided instantly, Feng Tiegen turned his head subconsciously, only to see Zhang Cuifang staring at the rearview mirror, his face with heavy makeup turned pale.

　　 Step, step, step, step, step.

　　 An extremely rhythmic running sound rang from the back of the truck. Feng Tiegen saw in the rearview mirror that a thin black figure in a brown shroud was rushing along the winding road.

　　 The pace of the figure running is not fast, but the steps are extremely long, and every time it jumps to the ground, it can span a distance of seven or eight meters, looking like a low-altitude floating.

　　 And its gray hair is straight behind him like a straight line, and the hem of the brown shroud dances violently, and it can even closely follow the speed of the truck in the night.

　　 is just a few breaths, and the figure is only a few steps away from the truck. As the distance between the two sides narrowed, Feng Tiegen was finally able to see the figure's face clearly.

　　 his mother.

　　 "Ho...Ho..." Feng Tiegen was too horrified, and Zhang Cuifang, who was also terrified by the side, gave her husband a big push, yelling: "Go ahead!!"

　　 Feng Tiegen woke up like a dream, and ignored his pounding heart, he slammed on the accelerator and left the zombie behind.

　　 The winding road is rugged, with tough rock walls on one side and Baizhang mountain streams on one side. Ordinary travel, even during the day, you have to drive cautiously, a little carelessness will lead to a car crashing down the cliff, car crashes and death, let alone in the middle of the night.

　　 Feng Tiegen couldn't take care of that much, his sweaty palms held the steering wheel tightly, and the palms of his feet switched back and forth between the accelerator and the brake.

　　 The speed of life and death.

　　 The running sound gradually became faint, and finally disappeared completely. Feng Tiegen breathed a sigh of relief and asked his wife without looking back, "Did you throw it away?"

Without any response, Feng Tiegen turned his head to look at the co-pilot, only to see the shameless zombie, flying up the tough rock wall with the power of flying clouds, UU reading www.uukanshu.com clutching the branch that emerged, and the ape climbing the monkey. Leap, rushed to the front of the truck within a few breaths.

　　 Before Feng Tiegen could react, the zombie jumped down from the top of the tree, his thin body like a giant, and suddenly fell on the window of the truck cab.

　　 The glass shattered, and the vehicle turned sideways involuntarily, hitting its head on the stone protective pile on the edge of the cliff.

　　 The steel frame of the truck was distorted and deformed, making a deafening noise. Feng Tiegen, who was not wearing a seat belt, flew out of the cab and rolled over and lost consciousness.

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　　 After a long time, Feng Tiegen woke up with blood dripping from his forehead, the skin on his face and palms was half worn away, and severe pain came from everywhere on his body.

　　The chaotic and disorderly memories gradually pieced together in his mind, and Feng Tiegen struggled to get up from the ground.

　　 The light of the small truck was still barely on. In the two rays of light, Feng Tiegen saw his wife lying in front of the car and his mother.

　　 The woman named Zhang Cuifang was long dead, her silent pupils stared at the dark night, and the black-haired zombies squatted beside her, reaching out in Zhang Cuifang's body, searching for intestines.

　　 literally search intestines and scrape belly.

　　 Chewing, chewing, Heizheng chewed his organs, dripping blood down the front of the shroud.

　　 The strong **** smell filled Feng Tiegen's nasal cavity, making him want to vomit, but his strong sense of survival made him reach out his hand to cover the pantothenic mouth and turn around.

　　He wants to escape.

　　 His left ankle seems to have been fractured. With every step taken, Feng Tiegen's back will be convulsed involuntarily by the severe pain. He staggered and walked in the dark night.

　　 I don't know when, the chewing sound slowly stopped, and Hei Zheng stood up, and his son's back was reflected in the gray and godless pupils.