Central.

In the spacious villa, a man sat on the sofa.

"Yizhuang!"

He stood up suddenly, his expression was surprised and angry: "There is something wrong."

In the fire, the man turned around and looked at his face. He was only forty or fifty years old.

But his hair was a strange pure white, and his skin and body were covered with fine wrinkles, which gave people a sense of old age in their seventies or eighties, as if a zombie had overdrawn all his vitality.

On his face, time and time seemed to pass by all the time.

He walked into the underground garage.

The white air was flying, and it was transformed into a cold storage.

It's empty inside.

Only at the end is a coffin.

On the ground of the huge cold storage, symbols were painted with strange red pigments.

Those symbols are just some twisted strokes, but they give people a vicious feeling for no reason.

The man walked into the cold storage.

Open the coffin.

A woman lying inside.

The woman had thick frost on her body, but she was not dead, her skin was fresh, and her eyes were even rotating under the frost. She looked at the man gracefully.

The eyes were very warm.

With a touch of emotion.

Love.

And heartache.

But suddenly, the frost on the woman's face shattered, and then her white and tender skin was exposed to the air.

It starts to rot rapidly and turn black as if it is immersed in a chemical liquid.

The woman let out a soft hum in pain.

"No...there are not enough zombies there!"

The man sweated coldly, gently stroked the woman's rotten cheeks, and whispered: "Your body wants..."

Although the woman's face was full of pain, she still looked at the man with that kind of elegant and warm look.

It seems to be saying, it's okay.

This scene is extremely weird and crazy.

In the cold storage, an elderly man looked at each other affectionately with a rotten female body.

"No, no..."

"We will live together... to a hundred years old..."

The man panickedly swept away the bugs on the woman's face, but when his skin touched the woman's skin, the frost on it melted faster, and the festering spread across the entire face like a circle of ripples.

"ah!"

The man hurriedly pulled his hand back.

"It's okay...we have other ways! There must be! I...I..."

The man's eyes lit up, "I still have my body, my body can last for a while. With this time, we will definitely think of a way..."

The woman shook her head wildly, and a lot of tears flowed out of her rotten eyes, and her lips twitched silently.

It seems like I want to refuse.

But the throat that had already begun to rot violently could not make any sound.

"I don't allow you to leave, I don't allow you to leave me alone..."

The man slashed his palm and pressed the bleeding palm against the runes on the ground. In an instant, his body aged rapidly. Instead, in the coffin, frost slowly condensed from the woman's body.

And those rotten skins are like dead trees blooming, becoming fresh and moist again.

It was also at this time that the man grew old again, as if he was about to die.

Before Bingshuang completely freezes the woman's face, she finally said something:

"Don't save me..."

Her eyes looked at the man were extremely complicated.

Love,

move,

and pain.

"It's okay...it's okay...there's still a way, I won't let you go..."

The man seemed to have not heard the woman's voice, and he stared at the frozen woman's ice for a while.

Then, step by step, left the room.

...

Five kilometers away from the outer ring road, the Yizhuang Village.

The last zombie fell down, and the outer yard was covered with broken corpses.

I cleaned up nearly 100 B-level zombies in succession, and even the Eight-faced Buddhas felt a little tired at this time.

"Rest in place for ten minutes."

She said something, then turned her eyes to the red yarn in the yard.

These red yarns were originally distorted by a large amount of pollution radiation, and were automatically distorted without wind. As the zombies were cleaned up, they gradually stopped quietly.

And when they fall down, they seem to be twisted into a strange pattern, like some kind of... curse?

"These things... seem to be artificially arranged?"

The Eight-faced Buddha is on duty in the inner ring Sheep Ghost District. The Central Ring has more data and information, and the special pollution level it handles is far higher than that of the outer ring. Therefore, there are many strange events she has seen in recent years.

Polluted radiation can never just rot the distortion effect caused by the human body.

Radiation will stimulate people's spirit and drive people crazy.

It will pollute the human body and proliferate flesh and blood.

It causes indescribable cases and leads to madness.

This is why this world is occupied by monsters.

However, these corpses rotted and hardened, but still maintained a phenomenon that was highly similar to the humanoid they had before their death, unlike the pollution.

On the contrary, it is like a natural phenomenon in a special environment.

Or artificially induced.

"Is it possible that someone took the initiative to create this polluted area?"

The Eight-faced Buddha thought, and he couldn't help but feel cold. "But if someone could take the initiative to create a B-level horror house, what level would this person be...?"

"It should be said that it is not just the level of the ability person. If you want to artificially control a B-level terror house, you need to have a considerable understanding and research on pollution, as well as strong scientific research and experimental capabilities."

"Then this person must at least be the upper level of the Central Branch, or the group of lunatics in the inner ring..."

Thinking of this, the Eight-Faced Buddha's eyes slowly became cold, "If this is true, then these lunatics will be too terrible..."

...

"Nanzai, how are you doing?"

“It can still hold on…”

Zhai Nan slowly got up from the ground.

Tai Sui took a light breath, and his eyes reflected a strange scene under the moonlight.

Zhai Nan's face was a little pale and not as human-like, but under him, countless strange shadows like tree branches spread out. These shadows were lifted from the ground, wriggling with wet flesh and fangs, and many bright red "flowers" were connected.

They were human bodies standing straight on the ground.

Yes, the body is a rhizome, and the neck is staring at the flesh and blood flowers covered with fangs!

“Twenty-three…”

Tai Sui sighed with shocking eyes.

I saw that the next moment, Zhai Nan suddenly knocked on the doors of all rooms.

Tai Sui hurriedly shouted in a low voice: "Nanzai, what are you going to do!"

Zhai Nan glanced at Tai Sui.

He smiled pale.
To be continued...