When the familiar sound wave suddenly sounded, the bloodthirsty violence suppressed by zombification was churning in his heart, Yinhua's figure flickered, and as he lost control of his body instantly, he fell heavily to the ground.

Those mottled black fine lines climbed at an unprecedented speed under the catalysis of sound waves.

He only felt that his vision was shaking, and the red color in the bright and colorful world was quickly blurred.

dream cloud...

He wanted to reach out and bring her back to his side, but he couldn't even simply raise his hand. He could only touch the piece of cloth that slipped through his fingertips very quickly, and then he couldn't feel anything.

She was forcibly taken away from him, and he was powerless like a coward.

The burning sensation grows in the internal organs, which symbolizes the rapid degeneration of the five senses of human beings, and the deterioration is blazing with the help of sound waves.

In a trance, he saw those black lines crawling out of the straps like spider webs and running towards the palm of his hand.

He watched in panic as the roses bloomed and decayed, the woman tormented the person at the top of his heart like a play, and his degenerated hearing captured the suppressed and painful screams.

The scene of the first deterioration seemed to reappear, and he became a burden and waste again.

Guilt and self-blame drowned him like a tide, and he loathed himself again.

A sonic weapon that can catalyze zombification and suppress supernatural beings, surrounded by fourteen third-order supernatural beings, it is not easy to escape.

He knew that his powers were exhausted, and he couldn't compete with these uninvited guests.

Moreover, once the deterioration started, when the sound could not be fully emitted, his ability became an unusable decoration.

There is another way...

Following his heartbeat, he stopped fighting against his body's instincts. Almost at the moment when his heart relaxed, the sweet smell of blood aroused his zombie instinct, and the world in front of him was completely transformed. In the overlapping scenery, he She was the only one left in his eyes.

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

Compared with fragile humans, zombies can endure extreme pain, and their abilities are far superior to those of the same level.

Catching a momentary gap, he jumped up from the ground like a ghost, completing several kills in an instant.

He couldn't tell whether it was because the deterioration had invaded his brain, and his mind was already a jammed film, and the zombie's thinking gradually replaced the original one, but the idea of ​​protecting her hadn't moved, and the idea of ​​more than ten years had already been deeply rooted like an instinct.

But the sound wave and the heavy blow from behind shattered his hopes.

Confronting 14 third-level power users is like hitting a stone with a pebble, let alone an infected person who has not completely deteriorated.

The hand he raised was once again pierced by the blade and nailed to the ground.

The tinnitus that has been roaring in the ears since the zombification overlapped with the pervasive sound waves.

His heart suddenly shrank suddenly, as if something important had left, and his connection with it was completely severed.

He was almost blinded by the zombification, and he couldn't see the girl's bright eyes gradually dimming, like stars falling into the dark clouds.

He tried his best to see her clearly, but there were overlapping shadows in his vision, the boundary between illusion and reality, and he couldn't see her clearly.

Next, the pain that was weakened by half of the zombies also allowed him to clearly feel the pain in the back of his neck.

As the blade slid across, it cut open the diseased flesh like cutting dead flesh. Perhaps the executioners walked too fast and hurriedly, and the cutting action came to an abrupt stop.

Those sweet smells quickly went away, and in this corner of the world, only the corpses with the same breath as him were left, rotting and rotting in place.

As in the extreme heart.

Is this the end?

The vitality passed rapidly, and the peach blossom eyes that used to be beautiful were almost only the whites of the eyes, reflecting the firelight rising into the sky.

The fire roamed the forest, wrapped around wooden stilts.

I'm so unhappy...

Heart palpitations and a sense of panic are intertwined, and the sense of impending death follows the trend, and those expectations are transformed into delusions that cannot be obtained under the approach of death.

The old fortune-teller said that his life was smooth, but his fate seemed to change according to people's words, just like he bowed his long head reverently and humbly in front of the Buddha, and hid all his prayers and blessings behind that small jade Buddha, but The idols in the shrines always avoided listening.

Also like the comedy of the big acacia, it came to an abrupt end and slipped silently and quickly from the apex to the abyss of tragedy.

In the moment before death, hallucinations swarmed.

In the misty and twisted grotesque, or the tall and short shadows of people passing by, the grotesque scene passed by.

Recalling his short and bleak first half of his life like a revolving beacon of memories.

The weak mother is holding the young child and reading the fairy tale of reunion, but in the blink of an eye, it is the mother begging for mercy from the father in the broken wine bottle, and the blood is bright red.

The boy greeted his new classmates in the new elementary school class, but in a blink of an eye, innocent and cruel children choreographed malice, and the shreds of textbooks all over the floor were white.

The mother and the aunt next door were cooking the New Year's Eve dinner in the warm little home, and then replaced it with a mourning hall full of white flowers. The crowd who came to offer condolences was black.

There doesn't seem to be anything worth lingering on in this world, and this realization made his will gradually collapse.

However, the person who could affect all emotions even thinking about it came to mind.

"Yinhua!"

He couldn't tell whether it was a voice from the memory that was hard to remember or from the hallucinations constructed by the dying, like a soul bell that pulled him back from the edge of loss little by little.

"Yinhua, it's alright. Mom and Aunt Yin are gone, I will always be with you." In the late night that nourished the cowardly and gloomy, she soothed his well-disguised unease.

"It will be all right, it will be all right." She never broke her promise, using her weak body to earn a rare special medicine for the burdened him between life and death.

"If you're hungry, eat me." The zombies that everyone avoided, she stood there fearlessly and sacrificed herself with complete confidence.

She suddenly broke into his monotonous black and white life like a bunch of fireworks, and then exploded with the colors of the stars and the moon.

I can't bear it anyway....

Tears of blood streamed down his pale cheeks onto the cold floor.

He hasn't waited for her answer yet.

The desire for survival that erupted from the bottom of my heart was like a monstrous explosion that swept through my limbs. The depleted powers are suddenly abundant, like a downpour filling a small stream, hitting the edge again, and evolving towards the sea.

Whether it is a zombie or a monster, as long as you can survive...

He allowed himself to be dominated by the desires in his heart, and his gentleness and gentleness covered his nature, and he fought frantically with the violent bloodthirsty instinct of the zombies with the body as the boundary. Then the two extremely similar ones died, and after a fierce collision, they intertwined and merged, and they completely merged into one.

In the raging fire that distorted the air due to the high heat, a thin figure slowly stood up amidst the ruins.

His movements looked very unnatural, and there was a sense of hysteresis in every move. The ferocious wound on the neck healed quickly with the naked eye, leaving only a thin red mark.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, he pulled out the metal blade that penetrated his limbs emotionlessly, and the pierced wound disappeared instantly.

Bending down and stretching out a bone-like hand, he picked up a butterfly/knife in the blood on the floor, and then grabbed it as hard as touching a lover. The sharp blade immediately cut through his sickly flesh.

He was ignorant.

Walking out of the mountain fire, the flames didn't seem to be able to hurt him at all, and stopped only 1 meter in front of him.

He stood in the ruins, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The sense of smell brought by high-level zombification eliminates all unnecessary interference and tells him where the alluring sweet scents are distributed. Even if they are thousands of miles away, he can easily locate the individual among them.

But there was only one target he was looking for.

He opened his eyes with only whites remaining, and looked to the north, as if looking at something else through the void.

The black fine lines all over the body stay docilely, no longer aggressive.

"Dream...cloud..."

The hoarse voice seemed to be blocked by a foreign body sensation, and the out-of-control supernatural ability scattered around with the sound and materialized.

Alienated monsters from the fire, heading north.

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