Wei Ming's eyes widened and he was shocked. He shouted, "Dodge!"
The driver also saw it and subconsciously turned the steering wheel.
"Bang-" The car hit the guardrail on the side.
Mo Yan who was standing on the roof saw Wei Ming hurriedly get out of the car. His eyes were extremely cold.
Wei Ming who felt the strong killing intent immediately looked towards Mo Yan's direction. He could only see the trees in the darkness around him.
"Deputy Leader, in front!" At this time, one of Wei Ming's subordinates suddenly said.
Wei Ming turned his head and saw a figure standing in the middle of the road a hundred meters ahead. Just when he looked over, the figure moved and slowly walked towards him.
However, as soon as he moved, several silhouettes flashed out from the surroundings and quietly landed behind him, following him as he walked over.
Wei Ming's side was vigilantly holding his gun and staring at the group of figures that suddenly appeared in front of him.
When they saw the dark circles under the eyes of the group of people that came over, and the pairs of pitch-black eyes that flickered with various colors, they all tensed up.
"It's a zombie!"
Wei Ming looked at the zombies in front of him and suddenly felt depressed. He was shocked.
Not good, it's a king zombie! And a few of them!
"Retreat!" Wei Ming decisively turned around and shouted. Then he flashed and was ready to escape.
As soon as he gave the order, his subordinates immediately understood what he meant. One by one, they turned around and ran.
Even their boss was scared away, of course they had to run too!
But after Wei Ming turned around and flashed for less than ten meters, the figure in front of the zombies also flashed and quickly appeared in front of Wei Ming. Wei Ming had no choice but to stop moving.
The surrounding was dark, Wei Ming could clearly feel the existence of the opponent, but he couldn't see the face of the opponent. And just now when he was in front of him with the car lights, he only had a rough look.
But this zombie's cold killing intent was too obvious, he couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to. Now that he was facing the opponent at such a close distance, Wei Ming felt that the opponent's killing intent was directed at him.
After having this thought, Wei Ming's body tensed up. He took a step back and condensed two big fireballs in his hands. The fireballs' light illuminated the surrounding environment.
At this time, Wei Ming finally saw the face of the zombie in front of him. Half of his pale face was covered with veins, and his purplish lips were tightly pursed into a line. His pitch-black eyes, which flickered with purple light, had no warmth at all. Instead, they were filled with killing intent.
But the strange thing was, Wei Ming actually saw hatred in them! He was a little confused. Why could he see hatred? This was the first time he met this zombie, and he didn't seem to have offended him before.
But no matter what kind of hatred it was, he didn't care. Because the opponent was a zombie!
He threw the fireball in his hand and quickly retreated.
"Rumble …" Mo Yan casually waved his hand and a few lightning bolts struck down at the same time. The two fireballs that were flying towards him were shattered in an instant.
Another bolt of lightning chased after Wei Ming's retreating figure.
This bolt of lightning struck down in an instant. Wei Ming, who was retreating, didn't have time to dodge. He had no choice but to activate all the abilities in his body to form a protective shield.
"Bang!" However, the opponent's lightning still managed to blast open his energy barrier, sending Wei Ming flying. With a bang, he hit the ground on the side.
They were currently on a small hillside. Because this was the outskirts, the surroundings were barren.
After Wei Ming hit the ground, his entire body was in so much pain that his reaction speed was a lot slower. At this time, Mo Yan waved his hand and threw another two small bolts of lightning at Wei Ming's legs.
"Ahhhh!" Wei Ming screamed. Both his legs were broken by the lightning.
Mo Yan flashed and appeared next to him. He looked at Wei Ming and saw that he hadn't changed much from a few years ago.
He squatted down and reached out to search for something on his body.
When Mo Yan came closer, Wei Ming finally reacted. He didn't care about the pain on his legs. He raised his hand and formed a ball of lightning, then threw it towards Mo Yan.
Mo Yan calmly turned around and immediately flashed to another direction. At the same time, he kicked out.
"Kacha —" Wei Ming's hand was immediately broken by the kick.
"Ahhhh!" Wei Ming screamed again. The facial features on his face twisted into a hideous frown.
He could see that this zombie didn't want to kill him immediately. Was it going to torture him? Why?
Moreover, this zombie was at least a level 2 king. Wei Ming already knew that he couldn't escape. Death was so close to him, but Wei Ming wasn't afraid. This was because he had dealt with death many times.
Whether it was the gangsters before the apocalypse or the zombies after the apocalypse.
But what was this zombie king looking for on his body?
The injury on his legs and the broken hand made Wei Ming lose his mind. However, when he felt Mo Yan searching his body, he was at a loss.
Soon, Mo Yan found a flashlight, paper, and pen on his body. He then turned on the flashlight and bit it in his mouth. Then, he used his hand to write on the paper.
Wei Ming was shocked when he saw the zombie writing. He saw the zombie writing? Was he hallucinating?
Wei Ming suspected that he was seeing things. Maybe the pain on his body made him hallucinate. He closed his eyes and opened them again. He saw that the zombie had finished writing and placed the words in front of him. He even took the flashlight out of his mouth and shone it on the paper.
Wei Ming's eyes widened when he saw what was written.
— — Do you know how it feels to have your flesh cut off by a knife?
After Wei Ming opened his eyes wide, he suddenly revealed a terrified expression. He raised his head and stared at Mo Yan's blurry face in fear.
"You … you …" Wei Ming shouted at Mo Yan with a panicked expression, but he couldn't say anything.
At this moment, Mo Yan pulled out a short military knife from his leg. The cold metallic gleam flashed across.
"No … Impossible! You're not Mo Yan … He's dead! He's already dead! "Wei Ming suddenly became spirited. He twisted his body and wanted to retreat. However, his legs couldn't move, and he could only move one of his hands.
Mo Yan's military knife turned nimbly and was held in his hand. Then, he slashed at Wei Ming's arm.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
As for Wei Ming's other team members, they were quickly killed by the other Zombie Kings. By the time Wei Ming died, the flesh on his body had already been sliced into a bloody mess by Mo Yan. A large amount of blood seeped into the ground where he lay, and the ground around him was covered with pieces of fresh meat.
Mo Yan stood up, smelling the sweet smell of blood in the air with an intoxicated expression. Only then did he turn around and leave.
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