Section 15: Living zombies ()

What is the difference between a dead person and a living person?

This seems to be a very profound question. Physiology, consciousness, philosophy...numerous answers are enough to completely confuse the listener's thinking.

Yang Guohua's concept of life and death is very simple - living people can walk, dead people can only lie down.

"Click--"

When the dry wheat straw is trampled, it is very crisp and loud. If it were normal, Yang Guohua would not pay attention to it. This kind of thing is everywhere in the countryside, and there are many scattered in front of and behind the houses. Not to mention people, even a mouse can make a lot of noise even if it runs past it.

His reaction was quick. As soon as the voice came into his ears, his thick right hand threw down the chopsticks and grabbed the Jiujiu rifle leaning against the wall. The rice in his mouth also stopped chewing, and he raised his ears with all concentration, carefully identifying every abnormal movement coming from the air.

All the people in the village were dead. If it were Xiaozhuzi, he would not enter the yard and stand at the door and shout his name. He sneaked in from behind the house, obviously not him.

Thinking of this, Yang Guohua's eyes slashed, swallowed the rice in his mouth hard, pulled the bolt hard, and opened the empty door with a "clang" kick, held the rifle flat, aimed the black gun directly at the direction where the movement was.

The moment the sight reached the target, a large drop of cold sweat emerged from the burly man's forehead.

A crowd of people were crowded with people from the small road behind their house.

The old branch secretary, Yang Ergui, the village committee director, Erniu's mother next door... are all acquaintances she knows.

Their faces were dull, their bodies were shaking left and right as if they were uncontrolled. Their staggering steps looked extremely awkward, and their hands were soft and drooping down, as if they wanted to break free from the constraints of gravity, but they could not get rid of the invisible control. They could only pull their bodies and pull on the muddy road with difficulty.

A long blood mark stretched from under their feet to the end of the road. The black blood that was overturned from the wounds on the surface of the body emitted a foul odor that made people vomit.

Everyone's eyes were stiff and straight ahead. The supposedly crystal-clear spherical body had become turbid. The tiny bloodshot from the distance around the eye sockets filled the entire white space, stimulating the eyeballs to protrude outward and may fall out of the orbit at any time.

"Uncle, help me, save me-"

The shrill scream broke the horror of almost suffocation. On the roof of the old house in Xitou, Yang Xiaozhu, who was covered in blood, held a rifle with a 99th rifle, pulled the trigger towards the people who were slowly climbing on the wooden ladder with fear, drilled into the body with a harsh and screaming bullet, making a dull "puff" sound. However, the hit person did not express any pain or made the proper physiological reaction. They just opened their mouths, with the fishy saliva and dirty black blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, approaching step by step towards the panicked prey.

"Ka Chi--"

Across a distance, Yang Guohua could still hear the sound of the hollow of Yang Xiaozhu's throat being bitten by his teeth. With the sunlight from the dim sky, he clearly saw that the dead Yang Laoliu was lying tightly on Xiaozhuzi's shoulder, with sharp teeth biting the young man's neck. The people who surrounded him grabbed the hands and feet of the prey, grabbed the parts he could touch with ten fingers, dragging the fresh life from different directions. Amid the heart-wrenching screams, soft pieces of meat were pulled off, and the bones stuck to it were also sliding back and forth on the hands of the contenders. As for the head, it was completely chewed by Yang Laoliu. Until the moment he left his body, he still had a terrible expression of being twisted and deformed due to severe pain and fear.

Yang Xiaozhu was torn into pieces, and every drop of blood, every piece of meat, and every bone became the food that people were swallowing in their mouths.

"Baji-Baji-Baji-"

The sound of chewing is very loud, just like the fat pig I ate during the Chinese New Year. It is very fragrant and delicious.

The crowd in the back room was getting closer, maybe the blood floating from the air stimulated the empty stomach bag! The empty eyes were all the same as bloody flickering.

They are a group of dead people, living dead people who have climbed up from the pile of rotten corpses.

"I'll fuck your mom--"

Yang Guohua, who was surging with mixed blood, had completely forgotten what fear was. The anger transformed from fear became the only control object in his mind at this moment. He threw down the gun in his hand, picked up the guillotine that usually cuts pig grass, and swung the heavy blade with amazing arm strength. With the roar that erupted from the bottom of his heart, he slashed down towards the dense corpse groups. Wherever the blade went, a thick black rotten flesh and blood splashed.

The farmer's thoughts are simple. Last night's experience and Yang Xiaozhu's experience have made him believe that the bullets have no effect on these resurrected corpses. Only by tearing up their bodies and cutting off their heads can the souls of the deceased return to peace.

The bloody slashing quickly consumed Yang Guohua's physical strength. Just as he was focusing on dealing with the corpse group in front of him, a pair of cold hands suddenly hugged his thick waist from behind, and a heart-wrenching pain came from the neck.

The angry strong man subconsciously turned his head, but his fire-like gaze condensed in an instant.

"Wife, why are you?"

The once docile woman was lying on her shoulder and swallowing the bright red liquid gushing from her blood vessels. Undisguised hunger and greed emanating from her shiny eyes. Seeing the man with a shocked face, she opened her mouth wide. She suddenly stretched out her right hand, grabbed the soft tongue between her lips, and dragged it to her mouth.

In the air, the rhythmic sound of the propeller spinning came.

"People's Liberation Army, finally here..."

This is the last thought in Yang Guohua's mind.

A bullet can only hit one target.

Although Lin Xiang had already started aiming and shooting at an altitude of more than 1,000 meters, and the large-caliber sniper rifle bullet hit the head of the living zombie, Yang Guohua was still dead.

His tongue was eaten halfway by his wife.

Just like when he is having sex on weekdays, he always uses sucking the other person's tongue as a sign of love. With blood all over his body, his lips are always connected to the woman whose head is exploded, and there is no separation at all.

According to the requirements of the military region, all villages and residential settlements in the jurisdiction must report the situation to the command center every hour. Xiaoyangzhuang's regular reports are all under the responsibility of the militia captain. Without replying for more than three hours, Xie Zhiping immediately sent reinforcements to the area.

Lin Xiang, who jumped out of the cabin, looked frighteningly cold.

With his extraordinary vision, he saw Yang Guohua, who was besieged by a group of corpses thousands of meters away. He thought he could save this brave man, but in the end he died tragically in the mouth of a group of hungry corpses.

The m5g43 assault rifle kept roaring. Bullets ejected from the muzzle drilled dense holes in the heads of the zombies. Each three soldiers formed a battle group, lined up in dense formations, and used various weapons to fire violently at the zombies. As the shaking bodies fell down, the bloody smell that filled the air became thicker and thicker.

Lin Xiang threw down the hollow assault rifle in his hand, pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist, pursed his lips tightly, and with the gloomy hatred between his eyebrows, he jumped towards the corpse that kept rushing towards him.

"Captain, dangerous-"

Behind him, a team member exclaimed that he wanted to stop this suicide. However, he unexpectedly discovered that his judgment was completely wrong.

Lin Xiang, who rushed into the corpse group, was like a Tyrannosaurus rex furiously in the flock of sheep. Wherever the blade reached, pieces of irregularly shaped meat would always fly up. He even twisted the corpse's arm with one hand, pressed the opponent who was struggling desperately to the ground, and grabbed the blade of the dagger and slashed it down from his exposed neck... Soon, there was another headless corpse that was still twitching on the muddy bloody ground. The ugly head was also submerged in the dirty mud and water, and he could no longer see his original appearance.

He is not a mindless man. The parasite possesses a velocity and strength that is enough to match all the living zombies here.

He was not afraid of being infected. The terrible virus has completely changed his body. The same thing cannot have completely different effects.

Perhaps because of the extremely cruel killing method, the fearless corpses of life and death gradually began to retreat. With Lin Xiang's location as the center, they formed a circle of about several meters in diameter in an orderly manner, surrounded each other, shrank their bodies, hunched their backs, buried their heads deep under their raised shoulders, and looked at the terrified god of killing coming from behind with their terrified eyes.

Mutants can even feel scared?

They seem to be very afraid of Lin Xiang, just as ordinary people encounter opponents that are stronger than themselves, and they will unconsciously show their conquered expressions. It seems... that is the only king they worship.

This is the first time Lin Xiang has seen this scene.

Very strange, very weird...

Hundreds of zombies were killed completely. The mud blisters of dirty blood were filled with broken human limbs and broken bodies.

"Each combat team cleans up the scene immediately and don't let any mutant creature go—"

Wiping away the dirty blood splashed on his face, Lin Xiang took a bundle of steel wire from the soldiers beside him.

Under his feet was a captured zombie with his back pressed to the ground and his hands were struggling in the air.

Use conical steel wire to penetrate the zombies' shoulder blades, tie the wrists, feet and ankles and other joints tightly, then seal its lips with strong adhesive force, and put the traps tied into browns into an iron cage made of stainless steel. It can no longer threaten anyone.

Fresh samples are needed to study vaccines. What's more, the living zombies that appeared in Xiaoyangzhuang are completely different from the previously known mutants.

Instead of risking entering the pile of corpses scattered, the soldiers moved several cans of flamethrowers from the plane, aimed the burning nozzle at the dead corpses, and pressed the launch button hard.

"Swoosh--"

Huge flames shot out directly from the nozzle, and the extremely high-temperature flame end melted all the objects in contact with it. The simple shed and rotten corpses were mixed and burned together, and the air was suddenly filled with pungent burnt.

High temperatures are the best way to deal with viruses. When it is unclear whether the virus will be transmitted by air breathing, the best way is to burn all the sources of infection.

Squatting in the yard of Lao Liu's family, looking at the black corpse lying horizontally on the ground, whose head had been cut in half, Lin Xiang frowned thoughtfully.

This is obviously the source of the spread of the virus.

The question is, why did the villagers of Xiaoyangzhuang not become black monsters with bone blades like the residents in Kunming City, but were resurrected as slow-moving corpses?

I obviously can't answer this question.

"Come on, collect samples—"

Soon, when the "Nighthawk Type Ii" rose from the ground, Xiao Yangzhuang had been engulfed by the sea of ​​fire and forever became history marked on the map.

Relying on the hard bulkhead, Lin Xiang's slender fingers were gently touching the hard object in his chest pocket through the solid military fabric.

It was a glass test tube that was as thick as a thumb and was stuffed with rubber.

The viscous liquid in the sauce-like shape surges back and forth in the transparent tube wall. Whenever it passes through the wall and slides down quickly from its position as the plane bumps, it always leaves a faint scarlet color.

This is the fresh blood sample taken from the zombies.

For some reason, Lin Xiang always remembered what Mark once said in his mind.

"Evolutionary parasites are the most powerful beings. They can learn and simulate all their opponent's skills in battle. In theory, they can even copy all the characteristics of all viruses, making them permanent retention of their bodies."

If it were the past, Lin Xiang would definitely sneer at such statements. But now, he has to believe this fact.

The "regeneration" simulated from Chris is the best proof.

Xiao Yangzhuang! The living zombies that appear should belong to new mutated creatures. What kind of supernatural powers do they have in their bodies?

What kind of reaction will this blood sample bring to the body?

Will I become that kind of rotten monster?

Fear and hesitation were spinning wildly in Lin Xiang's mind, causing him to get irritated. He could only take out Ying Jia's photo from his close-fitting pocket and watch for a long time.

This is the best way for him to relieve his worries and calm his mind down.

The girl in the photo is still smiling like a flower, but Lin Xiang feels that she is getting farther and farther away from her.

Su Yongzhe was right. The heirs of Yongsheng Group with a net worth of billions should not and could not be combined with the penniless soldiers.

This is a chaotic world.

No one knows when the spread of the virus will continue. Is money and status really that important?

If everything is destroyed, what will the end be like?

Thinking of this, a faint smile gradually appeared on Lin Xiang's calm face.
Chapter completed!