"There are ghosts, there are ghosts! No, it's monsters, zombies..."

The second-middle school boy survived by chance. After seeing a living person other than them, he looked surprised on his face. At the same time, he ran to the bearded man and told him wildly, explaining what he had happened to others, which was very incoherent.

"Yes, there are monsters, zombies, and we need help."

Wang Peng is still trembling with fear and his hands are shaking, but it is much better than the incoherent middle school boy, and at least he can say one sentence in full.

The bearded man in a leather jacket was obviously a Westerner at first glance. The executive tried his best to calm down his trembling heart, trying to take out his means of dealing with Westerners in the business world, and try to make a smile on his face.

"What? Ghost? Monster? Zombies? Today is not Halloween, and your jokes are not funny at all."

The bearded man picked up his arms and looked at them with a look like he was looking at a group of fools again.

As soon as this statement was made, the survivor who had just been chased by monsters and was tensely excited.

"No, there are really monsters, they are zombies! They are the kind of people-eating zombies! We have seen them just now and are still chasing us!"

"You guys are still busy with xx! Those monsters will catch up with you immediately. Let us in."

"Fuck, the monsters have come down and eaten you all."

The bearded man had no expression on his face. After the excited survivors finished speaking, he said, "So gentlemen, where are the zombies?"

After this question, the survivors present suddenly became silent. They looked back one by one and found that they really didn’t catch up with those monsters. What’s going on?

I just fell down and was killed by the monsters who chased them in less than a few seconds. Why are those monsters missing now?

Liu Zheng was also puzzled. Although he did not participate in the survivor's indignant speech, his attention had never left the darkness behind him, and the sense of danger was not activated again, which showed that there were no monsters like mummies behind him who were chasing him.

What blocked them? Why didn't you continue to catch up?

"Gentlemen, it seems that you are not car drivers. We only entertain car drivers, not smugglers, please leave."

The bearded man stretched out a hand to them with a look of being uninvited.

"No, we are not smugglers, we are..."

The second-year junior boy just explained that he wanted to tell his origin, and he was shocked. He remembered the previous cold warning. Once any information about the infinite reincarnation was leaked, he would be punished by death. He immediately closed his mouth.

After experiencing the two magical things that the monsters raided, he did not want to use his life to give others warnings, and would rather believe that they have anything than they have nothing.

At this time, Wang Peng stood up and said to the bearded man: "We are lost travelers and need food and water. I hope we can get your help..."

He didn't foolishly say anything like monsters anymore. Now everyone is very tired and must enter the hotel in front of him.

"No! We only entertain car drivers."

He said sternly, refusing to the beard.

"Haha, you poor people who smuggled in, you are not welcome here."

"Get out quickly, but don't let Kevin throw you out."

The group of people at the entrance of the hotel were watching the show, and at this time they were even more sarcastic, and some people were whistling at the women in the team.

The survivors looked ugly. The hotel did not entertain guests, but only car drivers? What the hell is this?

"Hey, boy, didn't you tell you not to move forward? Are your ears deaf?"

A nigger threw the cigarette butt at his feet and stomped it down hard, then strode towards Liu Zheng who walked towards the gate without listening to the advice.

"Yellow skin? Do you have indigenous blood? Or Eastern monkeys?"

The nigger cursed and came to Liu Zheng, and a rough and black hand was about to grab Liu Zheng.

But the gun of the black hole made his hand froze directly in the air, and his face, which was originally contempt and ridiculous, instantly frozen.

Liu Zheng carried the rifle behind him, but the power of this pistol cannot be ignored.

The other audience members who watched the fun also changed their faces, stood up, staring at Liu Zheng.

"Man, this is not a good choice, not letting you in is for your own good."

The bearded man came to Liu Zheng and said meaningfully.

"But if I'm leaving me outside at night, I think I'll be very uncomfortable."

Liu Zheng looked at his answer.

Of course, the most important thing is that there are those terrifying mummies in the desert. He doesn't want to stage a "Lonely Gunner". Although those monsters have not yet rushed out, Liu Zheng has a premonition that they must still be staring at them in the corner deep in the night.

After saying that, Liu Zheng put down his gun and walked straight through the people toward the hotel gate.

"Then you'd better have money in your pocket, or I'll let you see your butt!"

...

This is a big hotel, it should be said to be a bar.

There are almost dozens of tables, chairs, wine, bars, stages, etc. in the huge space.

Not only are the guitarists with disheveled hair playing and swaying to drive the atmosphere here, but also the dancer who is exposed and only uses a few pieces of cloth to cover the ** part and performs hard on the stands left by the stage and walls to attract attention.

The waiter dragging wine and food wandered among the crowd. The girl with money on her chest flirted with the drunken drinkers. The men around the gambling table stared at the dice with red eyes...

The shouts, scolding, laughter, and strange screams make your ears unable to tell how many mixed sounds there are.

The smell of sweat, perfume, wine, food, etc. are intertwined into a strange smell that pours into the nasal cavity, making newcomers feel strange.

Liu Zheng instantly felt like he had returned to civilization from primitiveness, although the senses this civilization gave him were not very good.

This is not like a bar or a hotel, but like a robber's nest or the kind of trellis described in the vernacular book.

Some people looked at him as soon as he came in, but it was only in those few seconds, and no one paid attention to this 'soldier'.

Liu Zheng came to the bar without realizing it. Behind the bar was a man with a long haired hair in a brown jacket. The wrinkles on his face were like the rings of a big tree, and he was wiping his wine glass with a piece of cloth.

Like an Indian?

Liu Zheng did not speak, and observed everything here in detail.

"What to order."

The bartender said expressionlessly, not even raising his head, as if he was a person who was not good at speaking.

“Are there any rooms?”

Just so happened that Liu Zheng didn't like too much nonsense and asked directly.

"Turn right above the sixth room, one hundred pesos."

Liu Zheng turned around and left without looking back, and the bartender did not ask him whether he would stay.

‘Peso? It seems to be the currency of Mexico. Is this world my era? Or...’

With his thoughts, Liu Zheng found the stairs all the way and walked slowly to the second floor. When he was about to turn the corner to find the room, the corner of his eyes made him find that his "companions" had also entered the bar.

Pushing open the door, an inexplicable smell stimulating the nasal cavity, Liu Zheng waved his hand in front of his nose.

The dilapidated door panels, dirty wooden walls, a bed that I don’t know if it will collapse directly if I lie down. There is nothing else in the room except these.

The decoration style of the entire hotel is full of retro atmosphere, so Liu Zheng did not have any expectations for the room.

Besides, it was much more comfortable here than the trench, and he was already very satisfied.

After closing the door, Liu Zheng sat on the bed and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The excitement he brought in just a few hours can be said to be something that had never been seen on the battlefield before. The mysterious cloaked man, the infinite reincarnation land, the trial mission, the mummy monster... These things filled his mind and echoed constantly, strange and magical, attracting people while being full of crisis.

"A Wu, Li Ming, Shuan Zi, Huang A Si..."

Thinking of the familiar names of robes and names of his past, and thinking that he not only did not die in battle but had such a magical encounter, Liu Zheng didn't know whether it was good or bad.

After calming down, he did not choose to sleep soundly, although he now wanted to lie on this bed and have a good sleep.

But he is a person with a strong sense of crisis, and he will never entrust his safety to luck at any time.

Looking back on the mummy-like monsters I encountered in the desert before, Liu Zheng was incredible.

What the hell is that?

At that time, he found that the mummies were like dehydrated and dried corpses. Apart from this, there was no possibility of human beings pretending. In addition, the scene of gnawing on living people was completely a group of monsters!

I used a full magazine with ten pointed rifle bullets, and each shot hit the monster's chest and made it into a sieve. But it seemed that the monster fell down only under the impact of the bullet and did not die at all. What powerful vitality is that?

Another thing is doubtful, why did they choose to escape in panic and have a motel bar?

Is it a coincidence or how to say it?

Why do those mummies stop chasing after chasing for a while? Is it enough for a dozen corpses to be full? Or is there anything that restricts them, or...

Just as Liu Zheng touched his chin and pondered, a sound of movement only occurred between men and women, and there was a very intense look in his ears.

Damn, it's from next door.

There were a few black lines on Liu Zheng's forehead, which instantly made him lose any interest in thinking.

"Damn it!"

He was so devastated that he wanted to go out and rush into the next door and collapsed the two shameless men and women.

In desperation, he began to check his equipment as a way to divert attention.

Pocket watch, kettle, bullet belt, an eleven-type rifle, a pistol, a bayonet, and a dagger.

There are a total of seven full-house rifle magazines, totaling seventy rifle bullets.

Two pistol magazines, forty pistol bullets.

A steel helmet and a military coat.

Oh, by the way, there are three grenades inside the armed belt.

After checking everything, Liu Zheng lay on the bed hatred. The sound next door continued, so he had to cover his military coat on his head.

He hates the men and women next door, so it is better to take a nap and raise your spirits.
Chapter completed!