"If you want to dissect, isn't there one here?" Sham pointed to the living room. There was an old Undead lying there. It should be the owner of the house.
Dean shook his head slightly, "I want to dissect the recently dead ones. I want to speculate from their behavior. As for the ones that have been killed by hunters, I will dissect them to see what changes will happen to their bodies after they die."
"I'll go with you!" Zach gritted his teeth.
Dean nodded slightly and immediately equipped his dagger. He pushed open the door and went down the corridor with Zach. One of the corridors collapsed, but it wasn't difficult for the two of them. They could directly jump over the first floor of the corridor.
Soon, the two came to the ground floor and looked outside. They saw the Undead were led away by Mason and Sham. They immediately opened the door and ran to the side of the corner. They immediately saw three corpses piled up on the ground. Although their heads were broken, there was no blood flowing out. Dean grabbed the Undead that he had stabbed to death. He whispered to Zach to help.
Zach's face was pale. No one wanted to get close to this terrible bloodthirsty monster. But he still resisted the fear in his heart and went forward to support the other arm of the Undead.
Dean was not worried about being infected with the virus and radiation of the undead. He carried it back to the building with Zach.
The Undead was heavier than Dean imagined. It looked like a skinny young man, but it felt like a fat man that weighed two or three hundred pounds. Fortunately, he had been blessed twice. His strength was more than three times that of an adult. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult to move the Undead.
Soon, the two of them moved the corpse to the floor where the stairs had collapsed, which was the ninth floor. Dean put down the Undead and went to the room to check again. He didn't see any hidden rats or other dangers, so he moved the Undead in.
The original owner of the room had died, and the blood on the ground had long been covered with dust. There was the body of a teenage boy lying on the ground. Judging from the long nails, it was also an undead. Not far from the body of the boy, under the table, there was a corpse. The hair was very long, it was obviously a woman. The flesh and blood were rotten, and the corpse was also very dark due to the radiation.
Dudian went to the bedroom and took out some moldy and rotten quilts. He covered the corpses on the ground to cover the pungent smell of corpses. Then he asked Zach to sweep away the scattered items in the living room to make an open space.
At this time, Sham saw that the two didn't return for a long time, so he ran down. He was relieved to see them in the room. But soon he looked at the Undead in front of Dean's feet. He trembled: "Really, really want to dissect it?"
Dean nodded firmly.
If it was before today, he would never dare to dissect a human body. But now, after seeing the bloody scene of the previous gnawing, and seeing Scott and other desperate people running past him, he gradually understood that if he wanted to live, he could only rely on himself. No one could protect him, except for the sharp knife in his hand!
Dean held the dagger and gently poked the claws of the Undead. Suddenly, he saw that the surface of the dark and sharp claws was incomparably hard, as cold and hard as black iron. When the dagger stabbed the surface, it was like stabbing steel.
"This, this is the evolved tissue of a creature..." Dean was secretly shocked. In addition to the claws, the undead's soles were also growing like sharp claws. The pitch-black cuticle covered most of the soles, looking extremely hideous.
Dean looked at the chest of the Undead. There was still a trace of timidity in his heart. He took a deep breath, clenched his teeth and stabbed. Puff! The dagger pierced into the belly of the Undead, but no blood sputtered out. Dean was relieved. To be honest, if he saw the blood oozing out, he felt that he would vomit. After all, Scott also said that the so-called Undead were infected humans!
Dean slightly moved the dagger to the side. He saw the tissue of the incision. His face slightly changed. He saw that under the gray skin, there was brown flesh. The blood seemed to solidify in the flesh. To be precise, it seemed to be frozen inside.
Frozen?
Dean vaguely thought that the body of the Undead was exceptionally cold. Not only did it not have the slightest temperature that a living creature should have, but it was cold like an ice cube. No wonder there was no sign of decay under such a freezing temperature.
However, Dean saw that the other Undead killed by the hunters had serious signs of decay. Especially the female Undead that died in the bathroom. Her face and body were completely rotten.
Thinking of this, Dean could not help but look at the body of the boy in the room. He immediately went forward to check.
Like the other dead Undead, the boy's head was also destroyed. It was split from the middle into two. It should have been cut by a very tough and sharp sword. He could not see the original appearance. The boy's neck, arms, chest and other parts showed signs of decay. The skin was swollen like blisters. Dean used the dagger to gently poke the rotten skin like tofu. The tip of the dagger easily penetrated it. Dark red blood oozed out.
Dean smelled the strong corpse odor exuded from the body. His stomach was bursting with nausea. At the same time, he was at a loss. Why would these Undead rot like humans after death and emit the same stench?
Were these Undead really "alive"?
If they were alive, why there was no consciousness? Even the basic instincts that a living creature should have?!
Dean silently pondered, then got up and went back to the previous Undead. He opened its eyelids. It had a western face, but the eyes were green. There seemed to be countless fibers in the pupils. Did they rely on these eyes to track their prey?
Dean was silent. He used the dagger to gently cut the end of the nose. Inch by inch, the raised nose was flattened, revealing two dark nostrils. Dean looked at it and slightly frowned. He turned its head sideways and cut off its ears. He dug a vortex with its ears as the center.
This process made Zach and Sham pale. Their legs trembled. They were not afraid of the Undead, but Dean's expression. It was a very focused, very serious expression. This kind of expression made them feel a heartfelt chill from the bottom of their hearts. They were more afraid than facing a living Undead. Even after many years, they still could not forget this scene.
At this time, Dean hollowed out the ears of the Undead and immediately saw that the ears were full of thick dust. He felt strange in his heart. These Undead had not dug out earwax for more than three hundred years. Their ears had long been accumulated with layers of dust, just like stuffing ear cotton. Their hearing should be very weak. Why were they so sensitive to sound? Could it be that they had evolved a new organ to replace their sense of hearing?
Dean pondered for a moment. He pushed the Undead's chin and looked at its tongue. The tongue had long been broken. It seemed that it was stabbed when biting prey. It could be seen that the Undead really did not know how to protect themselves. It also did not feel pain.
Thinking of this, Dean was startled. He remembered that when Scott killed the Undead, he used a dagger to nail the Undead's head. The Undead screamed and its body kept twitching. Since it did not feel pain, why did it have such a reaction?
His eyes flashed for a moment. Suddenly, he waved the dagger and cut the Undead's mouth from both sides. His palms pressed down hard. Soon, the Undead's entire jaw was abruptly cut off by him, but there was still no trace of blood.
Dean immediately cut off its head. From the cut of the chin, he looked inside the head. Inside was the upper cavity and cold flesh.
He slightly frowned. He was somewhat embarrassed. But he remembered that there were two spare ones downstairs. He immediately clenched his teeth and used the dagger to stab inside. He rotated and stirred. The flesh and brain cells inside were crushed. Then he knocked the head on the floor to knock out all the crushed tissues.
Suddenly, a hard object rolled out from the head. It fell to the ground and hit the shoulder of the Undead.
It was a thumb-sized, perfectly round dark blue ball.
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