Aiming at the big pit ten meters away, Zhang Xiaoqiang smashed the torch in his hand, one second, two seconds, three seconds.············································································· From then on, a hot wave swept through Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer. Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer turned and ran. The heat wave chased after their ass, until they ran for dozens of meters, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Kerer could feel Normal breathing.

The red whitish flame was nearly ten meters above the ground, and the thick black smoke hovered over the sky. Some large pieces of black ash tumbling in the heat wave. Looking at the scene of this scene, Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little worried, he did not let such a big The fire. I don't know that the power of the flame is so big. I almost became a charcoal sparrow with Yang Keer.

Yang Keer saw such a big fire and opened his mouth and kept it straight. After a long time, he came back to look at Zhang Xiaoqiang and said that Zhang Xiaoqiang was mad at Yang on the spot.

"How is this! I am still waiting to play BOOS, husband, are you not afraid that I will kill BOOS so that you have no face?"

After a while, Yang Keer suspected that it was too roasting. He was afraid of having an influence on his own tender skin. He turned and walked to the house. He ate what he should eat at noon. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not manage Yang Keer. He looked at it. With the flame, he can't deal with D2 in the heart of the flame. Who makes the D2 skin too abnormal?

"嗷~~~~~" A loud noise came from the big pit, which was a painful mourning for D2's failure to withstand the baptism of the flame. After a while, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a shock from the earth under his feet. Although the big pit in the distance was covered by flames, he could still see many sand and stones flying to the sky. It was D2 striking the earth wall.

The big pit is five meters deep. Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't have to worry about D2 going out. At least before the earth wall collapses, the earth under the foot vibrates constantly, but it becomes more and more slight until it is completely untouched.

"嗷~~~~~" D2 uttered a scream of screams again, and then there was no sound, the flames burned more and more fiercely, and the flames that swayed around in the air seemed more proud.

The zombies themselves lost a lot of water, and the resistance to the flames became more and more powerless. Even if the water accounted for 78% of normal humans, they could not resist it. What about the zombies without the mummies?

The flame burned and burned. In addition to the dry heat flow in the air, there was a strong smell of burnt smell. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was suffocating in the past. He stopped staying in the same place and slowly observed it along the fire pit.

When he saw the zombies on the bridge, he found that he had reached the other side of the fire. The bridge was not visible in the original color. Now the bridge has only one color, black.

The black is a mixture of countless zombies and corpses. Some of the bodies have completely become a muddy mud. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s stomach has started to twitch again. It has only been spit before. Now it is naturally vomiting and vomiting. When I walk to the bridgehead, Zhang Xiaoqiang sees it. The zombies standing in the pond under the bridge, the fallen, floating zombies, the deepest pond center has now been filled with zombies, and some zombies are standing on the corpses in the center of the pond.

Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to cross the bridge to investigate. You can see the layer of meat and bones on the bridge. He can't find a place to go. If he wants to walk normally, unless he finds a big iron shovel, he will shovel the meat and bones. Drop it, and then sprinkle a thick layer of quicklime. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have that time, and he didn't have the time. He bit his teeth and walked on the sticky and thick meat pile. He walked in the meat, and Zhang Xiaoqiang self-hypnosis in his heart. I am walking on a thick carpet.

Every step Zhang Xiaoqiang took on the bridge felt heavy and heavy. Every time he felt his feet, he felt that time was so long, until he stood on the other side, he only spit out the uncomfortable feelings accumulated in his heart.

The iron house, which was previously smashed by D2, is now laid on the ground by hundreds of zombies. Some cigarette magazines and tabloids are also trampled, and the alleys between the two small buildings can always lead to the market. Every step of the way on the ground, you can see a pool of black meat, and a few zombies who have been struck by the bones are lying on the ground and lose their vitality.

Just out of the alley, I saw a vegetable market covered by a plastic shed. On both sides of the alley, I sold clothes. One sold children’s clothes, and children’s toys. One was selling ladies’ autumn and winter clothes. The most conspicuous in the store. There is a lady's leather trench coat hanging in the place.

Now there is no wandering of the corpse, and there is silence in the kilometer range. Zhang Xiaoqiang is walking in the empty vegetable farm. The empty vegetable farm is now very quiet. Looking at everything in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, there is a feeling of incomprehensible, no zombies. And no one, everything here is no different from the virus before, except no one.

The military shoes stepped on the concrete floor and made a sound of “squeaky··································································· The vegetables placed on the tarpaulin have turned into yellow, and some lotus roots have become a coupling. Even if the garlic potatoes that are easy to store are also buds, Zhang Xiaoqiang continues to move forward, chasing lost time, and going out. There weren’t a few steps in the military shoes that suddenly stopped.

Zhang Xiaoqiang jerked back. The garlic and potatoes with buds were still lying on the old tarpaulin. He stared at these things with his eyes fixed. What was melting in his heart, the melted things flowed to the chest and turned into hope. Two words.

Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the front of the concrete pier, picked up a piece of garlic and gently stroked the bud on the garlic. His eyes were a little moist and lived. The end of the garlic was alive. He picked up the potatoes and the water of the potatoes fell. The powerful, but the first buds above still pierce the rough skin and explored the head. Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully observed the surrounding environment and reached a conclusion.

There are greenhouses in the market to block the violent sunshine. The surrounding buildings and the previous zombies will block most of the wind outside. lightnovelpub.net~ Although these crops do not have enough water, they still sprout, just transplant them. Going to the soil, taking care of it, and waiting for the harvest to get several times the return of dozens of times, what is more valuable than this?

Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully held this crumpled potato with moldy old pickles on the palm of his hand. He looked at the light and looked at the buds like lavender crystal on the potatoes. His heart was filled with joy.

"Dangdang·····" came from afar to the sound of a beer bottle to the ground. A strong sense of oppression was filled with Zhang Xiaoqiang’s heart. It was also the incomprehensible and annoying sixth sense. Zhang Xiaoqiang was careful. I dare not care about it. He knows that every time there is such a feeling, there is always trouble. This time, it will not be listed. Zhang Xiaoqiang pulls out the Jingwei sword and pulls out the saber.

He held the knife in his left hand, and the right hand held the sword carefully watching the surroundings slowly receding into the alley. The food market was still silent. It was just that the silence made people feel flustered. The sound that just appeared seemed to be only an illusion, but the oppressive urgency. The feeling is getting stronger and stronger. This strong sense of urgency is so strong. The sense of crisis in the past is completely drizzling compared to the present, and this time it is a downpour.

Although Zhang Xiaoqiang was cautious but not afraid, several life and death crises had already tempered his mind enough, although he did not know where the crisis came from, but he knew that he was now more calm and calm, and he could not solve the problem in panic. Send your own life.

He slowly moved with the forefoot on the ground, trying not to make a little sound, so he retired until he exited the market, and the dangerous feeling did not weaken, but did not increase any more. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the alley in front of him. A little sigh of relief, as long as you have retreated over the bridge, at least there is no complicated terrain, there are not so many obstacles, you can see what the danger comes from.