Feng Yuan's exploration mission was coming to an end.
After a week-long exploration, Feng Yuan couldn't wait to go home.
Walking on the messy streets, Feng Yuan looked into the distance and saw that the setting sun was already hanging in the sky. It was like a gorgeous and dazzling rouge, attracting countless people to be mesmerized by it.
However, perhaps because it was too high up, it made the original admirers feel unreachable, so now they were waving their arms, looking for the real rouge in their hearts on the ground.
It's just that the rouge also has a shelf life, after the shelf life, only the stinky darkness on the ground was left.
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"Brother Yuan, we can go back in one day, right?" Taking a bite of the bread in his hand, the man as strong as a brown bear casually shot the zombie's head that was moving over. He stood next to Feng Yuan and asked casually in this situation that was like a spring outing.
"Well, hold on for one more day, and we can go home." Looking at the mangled flesh and organs on the ground, Feng Yuan also held a piece of bread in his hand, chewing his mouth, and chatted with the man about the reason why they came here. After being in the apocalypse for a long time, he had already ignored the smell of blood and became accustomed to it. Disgusting, dirty, and messy things no longer existed in his heart.
In the end of the world, there were only a handful of entertainment that could relieve stress. After exploring the Barren Land for a long time, Feng Yuan's mood had become irritable. Holding an axe, he plunged into the zombie crowd and started killing.
Killing zombies was not enough to be ruthless. For example, Feng Yuan kicked the first zombie that rushed up. His strength was great, and the angle was tricky. He kicked it directly to the ground, but it lost its mind and didn't feel pain. Even if its leg was broken, it didn't roll on the ground and cry for its parents. Killing them could only be done with one blow. For example, "Bang!" Feng Yuan ran to its side, raised his axe, and slashed at it. Only when its head flew and dirty blood splattered, would they really die.
Compared to Feng Yuan, the brawny man's attacks felt like they were crushing dry weeds. His right arm was simply like a divine weapon. It didn't need to be too complicated. With a slap or a punch, he could bombard the zombies to the Nine Nether Hell, to the point where they would never be reincarnated. For a moment, he established an unshakable image of a great man.
What kind of scene was it to be besieged by hundreds of zombies? Those who have watched apocalyptic movies might be able to imagine. They were like surging flood beasts, dark and oppressive. Their mouths, which were like quagmires and emitted a foul stench, opened wide and emitted "wuwu" sounds. Their feet stepped on the messy and twisted corpses, making "ka ka" sounds. Although their speed was slow, when they reached a certain number and attacked in a besieging manner, it was enough to make up for this weakness.
"There are so many of them, so dense that it's disgusting."
Feng Yuan stood on the spot and held the axe horizontally before his chest. His cold face didn't change in the slightest, and even his eyes were like ripples of water without wind, calm and peaceful.
This kind of attitude could only be formed after experiencing many cruel habits. Perhaps only the person involved would know.
Feng Yuan clearly remembered that when the apocalypse first began, when he first saw the human world fall, how weak and powerless he was. Fear was like the fiercest red crane, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices. That heartbeat that seemed to have stopped in an instant was unforgettable.
The first time was always the most painful. Watching people being killed was the same as killing people. In order to protect himself, when Feng Yuan killed the enemy who stole his food for the first time, the enemy's eyes revealed madness and reluctance to live, as well as hatred and pain for the murderer. It was also one of the memories that Feng Yuan could not erase.
After that, everything became no longer profound. Brothers who killed each other for food, forest demons who used others as bait because of their desire, people were like zombies, and zombies were like people. Under the influence of greed, killing, and other negative desires, it became difficult to distinguish between the two sides. Zombies ate people and spit out their bones, but sometimes people did not even spit out their bones.
Since people and zombies could not be distinguished, what was the use of conscience? Except for the bottom line, Feng Yuan gradually cut off all the useless things. He killed until his hands became soft, until his heart died, until now, he was indifferent to everything.
This was called growth, and also called harvest.
As a hundred-man commander in the army of order, Feng Yuan had already reached the limit of this position, and there were many people who had the same thoughts as him. Those people had experienced the apocalypse, so they naturally knew that if they wanted to survive in this dangerous world, they had to become strong or ruthless!
"Not enough! Continue, all of you come! "
At this time, the giant beside Feng Yuan had transformed into a real monster. Only a gust of wind and afterimages could be seen, the giant had already carried a powerful aura and rushed towards the group of zombies. His speed was simply inconceivable!
That giant's clothes suddenly fluttered without wind, a surge of heroic spirit like ten thousand galloping horses escaped from his body. That kind of imposing manner that came from the bloody prison made the originally slow speed of the surrounding zombies even more sluggish.
His arm was his weapon, he waved his violent "sharp blade" at the group of zombies, causing a bloody mist to fill the sky.
A large number of zombies were directly cut in half at the waist, the upper and lower bodies split with a "zi" sound. Blood and body fluids splashed all over the ground, and the air suddenly filled with a rotten stench.
There was still one more day to return to order and be able to leave this damned place. At this time, under the effect of the giant force, Feng Yuan's fire axe seemed to be invincible, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, every time the axe was swung out, a zombie would definitely lose its life!
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"Who can save us."
Unknowingly, the journey had progressed a lot. When Feng Yuan and the others passed by a small district, a mournful cry for help suddenly came from the top of a building.
"What's that sound?"
Feng Yuan suddenly looked at a certain part of the building, only to discover that the person on the top of the building was shouting for help. However, now, he was not only alone, he was also holding a little girl in his arms. From Feng Yuan's angle, he vaguely saw that she was seven or eight years old.
However, the situation of the other party was very dangerous, he was already pushed to the edge of the roof by the crowd of zombies. Although he tried his best to kill, the zombies that were getting more and more excited after seeing the flesh and blood did not intend to give him a chance at all, they continuously rushed in from the top of the building, crazily clawing at him.
"Save people!"
In addition to collecting information about the surrounding situation, the most important thing for Feng Yuan was to find survivors. After a few days of searching, Feng Yuan rarely found any traces of survivors, and the moment he heard the call for help, he rushed forward, after cutting down a few zombies blocking the way, he immediately climbed up the stairs.
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