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MTL - Heroic Death System-Chapter 208 Θ06. Death cycle
At night, when the zombies are most active, Song Bin and others will naturally not take the risk, but choose a relatively hidden building to spend the night.
While you are close to the building, think about how to gain the trust of each other. After all, I said that I didn’t walk with them during the day, and I followed them at night, and I just chose the building they were hiding.
There are more than a dozen floors in the building, and Song Bin and others are on the third floor. It is still impossible to run up and find someone, so I first found a room on the second floor, and I plan to wait until tomorrow to meet them again.
In one night, the emperor should be able to tolerate it.
However, after he was able to step into the building, his mercenary group had already discovered his trace. The perception of the eight-level master is extraordinary, and all living things in the range of perception can't escape his detection.
In Song Bin's perception, it is still an ordinary person without any abilities, so he can't distinguish the person's identity according to the level of abilities and attributes. Although the other person seems to be an ordinary person, he does not relax his vigilance. An ordinary person appears alone here, and it is unusual.
"Tu Bo, go and see." Song Bin whispered to a tall, thin black man in the corner. The latter nodded and sneaked into the darkness.
There was no light in the building, only a little starlight came in through the window, reflecting a deeper darkness.
Tu Bo merged himself with the darkness and dive all the way to the room where he was still. He is the best in the team who is good at hiding. Even Song Bin is not in this respect. However, he has today encountered a more powerful role than him.
In the darkness, a pair of purple pupils shimmered with faint light, and coldly watched Tubo's every move. When he was about to sneak into the Shangke room, he suddenly felt his neck cool, and then his eyes tilted, and the world in front of him turned upside down. At the last moment of losing consciousness, Tu Bo finally understood what had happened, but he could not think about it.
A skull rolled ten meters on the ground, making a series of creaking sounds, which were particularly clear on a quiet night.
Only one door can still be heard, and Song Bin on the third floor heard it.
At the moment when the door could still be opened, Tu Bo’s headless body was dragged into the darkness by a force and disappeared without a trace.
The first thing I can see is the blood on the ground. Following the trajectory of the blood spray, he quickly found a head in the corner of the blood.
The head fell on here, but there was no body nearby. From the head of the man to the door, but a few seconds. Being able to cut a person's head so quickly and drag the body away, the only perpetrator who can think of it at the moment is the little zombie.
The person who was killed should be a member of the mercenary group. They found out that they existed, so they sent people to check it out and turned into a belly meal for the little zombies.
The ability to level the zombies is comparable to the eight-level abilities of human beings. Among these mercenaries, except Song Bin, it is estimated that no one is an opponent of a small zombie.
Still frowning, he thought about defending the emperor, but forgot that he was still following a purple scorpion. Compared to the zombie king with self-control ability, the insignificant little zombies will not have any scruples.
I was thinking about it. Suddenly I felt someone approached and turned to look at it. It was Song Bin and his party.
"Is it you?" Song Bin looked dull. "How come you are here? What happened just now?"
"I don't know, just heard the sound and opened the door to view, but did not see any figures." Still can hide the golden mans in his eyes, did not reveal his night vision ability.
Song Bin will be suspiciously staring at him and ask again: "How come you are here?"
"On the way."
The bald head on the side said coldly: "Just ‘shun’ to a building with us?”
"That's not it." Still calmly replied, "I saw your car. It is estimated that you are here too, so I chose this building to make a stop."
Song Bin reluctantly accepted this explanation and asked: "You really didn't see anything? What happened to the voice just now?"
Not waiting for the answer, the girl around Song Bin whispered, pointing at the corner and shaking: "Bin brother, you, look."
Song Bin and others looked in the direction of her fingers, only in the dark corner, lying in a circular object quietly. The person with great vision in the team quickly recognized that the object was the head of Tubo.
Several people changed their faces, and their faces were shocked and angry. They then looked at the sceptical eyes with suspicion.
It’s still a bitter smile. I thought about how to get their trust. Now it’s good. It’s just happening when I just met.
"Not him." Song Bin suddenly said, "The sound of the previous movement should be the sound of Tubo's head landing. After that, the sound of opening the door was heard. The blood was only seen outside the door, indicating that Tubo had not had time to enter the room. killed."
The bald head still suspected: "If the kid didn't close the door, wait until the wave was killed, then close the door."
"If this is the case, the blood is not just splashing on the door, but splashing into the house, or on him."
I can still see Song Bin, but this person is calm, and a bit too calm, and the death of his companions can be analyzed so calmly.
"That is..." Song Bin’s explanation is basically recognized by others. Although there is a slight convergence of hostility, there is still no good feeling for Shang, and if it is not for him, their companions will not die.
"Everyone is careful, I suspect that there is a powerful zombie hidden in this building." Song Bin's face was a bit ugly because he had not perceived the existence of this zombie.
"You are also with us." Song Bin stared at Shangke. Although it is only a proposal, the tone is very strong.
Nodded, no rejection. With him, the little zombies may put them in a horse. After all, she drank a lot of blood on this road.
"Bin brother, why do you want to bring this kid?" Back to the room, the bald head whispered.
Song Bin’s not far away was a glance, and he replied: “He is not simple.”
There is no breath of the powers, but you can walk freely on the borders of the zombies. In this environment, everyone, including him, is always vigilant, but he looks calm and calm. This calm, not the average person.
Song Bin only said four words and no longer said more.
This night, no one slept, in a dead room, the atmosphere was extremely depressed. Outside the building, there were screams of zombies, and the more depressing atmosphere added a bit of fear and chill.
At this moment, I suddenly felt an arm touched his neck, and then I saw a small human head on the right shoulder. It was the little zombie.
I can still stretch my body and try not to let myself call the sound. Although he is very courageous, he can't stand the sudden shock.
The small zombie’s mouth was stained with blood, and the claws on his shoulders were bloody, and he kept on his clothes!
It is still possible to keep the small zombies behind them as much as possible. Not to protect her, but not to let her be discovered by others. Once discovered, a **** battle is inevitable. He can know the strength of the small zombies, really fight, it is estimated that even Song Bin can not be spared. The night is a zombie world, and the fighting sound will inevitably lead to more zombies.
The little zombie didn't know anything wrong. He had been grabbing it on his back and could hear the sound of the fabric being torn. If this continues, it is estimated that she will be scratched. If there is bleeding, it is a tragedy.
Fortunately, the little zombies were still a bit of a measure. They didn’t hurt him. They just vented their anger and smashed the clothes on his back. Her nails are sharp, and the sound when cutting clothes is not too big, otherwise it can't be hidden anyway.
Probably enough, the little zombies came in as usual, and left quietly.
You can still open your own backpack and try to get a jacket from inside.
"What are you doing?" The bald head not far away stared at him vigilantly and whispered.
"It's a bit cold, I change clothes." Still can't hesitate to return.
The bald head snorted and the sight of the defense never moved away from him.
Still can't care, take out the coat and put it on, and cover the damage and blood on the clothes.
Everyone was frightened and spent a sleepless night, completely ignorant of death passing them by.
The next day, the people searched again in the building. After all, they could not find Tubo's body. They could only find a place to bury his head.
I still think that the quality of this group of people is not bad, but unfortunately living in this end of the crisis, at any time facing the threat of becoming a zombie or being swallowed by zombies.
Tubo’s death, he is responsible, but he is also very clear that even without him, the results may not be better than now. When they meet themselves and ask for food exchange, they have already set fire to the upper body.
Before departure, Song Bin asked Shang: "Are you going with us?"
For your life safety, keep a distance.
"No." Still smirked and refused, then asked, "Can I use the crystal spirit stone to exchange something with you?" Crystal Lingshi is a kind of crystal produced in the high-level zombies, which can enhance the strength of the abilities, the value is not Philippines.
"What do you want to change?"
"Food and all kinds of spices."
Song Bin stunned, but he did not expect that he would change this kind of thing. If it was five years ago, the food was indeed very precious, but since Huo Xuan established the survivor base, the production of food has gradually been on the right track, from the extreme lack, to the self-sufficiency. The value of food has been greatly reduced compared to spar.
Then he thought that he would probably walk in the zombie area for a while, and it is also necessary to supplement food.
Song Bin readily agreed. For a lone ranger who walks in the zombie area, he usually focuses on making connections.
The transactions between the two sides went smoothly, and some of the ordinary materials were still selected, and their value was far less than the spar that he gave to everyone.
Watching Song Bin and his party leave, they can still say a secret: "One way to peace", then turn and go in the opposite direction.
Although he would like to go back to the base with them, he can't leave, at least not now.
In the ruins, the emperor sat on the collapsed wall and looked at the rising sun on the horizon. The sun shone on him, reflecting a lonely and cold ruthless afterimage.
A slight footstep came from behind, and the emperor turned back, and the familiar figure immediately entered his empty sight.
In fact, when he was still able to ask for contact with other humans, he thought he wanted to take the opportunity to escape.
He gave him a three-hour time limit in his heart. If he didn't come back in three hours, he killed the group. Later, I didn't know why, he extended the three hours to five hours and extended from five hours to seven hours.
Until dawn, he felt that the human being would not come back. No human beings are willing to be with zombies, no zombies, and willing to be with the zombie king.
However, the man returned and returned to him.
Seeing him take a gentle step, walked up to him, revealing a gentle smile and said to him: "I am back."
At this moment, the emperor felt like he was being injected with something.
"Change to food?" asked the emperor.
"Well, I changed a lot." Shang can patted his own bag.
"It's too slow, let's kill it next time."
Yes: "...How much do you want to kill?"
"I don't kill them, they will kill me." The emperor stated the facts.
I could still stare at him for a while, and suddenly said with a serious look: "I think that's because you are too old... unconventional and detached from the human aesthetic, so they can't help themselves when they see you. Retorted in trepidation. In fact, they didn't want to, they just couldn't control it."
The emperor touched his face and showed a confused expression.
It is still possible to continue brainwashing: "Your ‘no trimming margins’ look, although very grounded, is not elegant enough.”
The emperor's facial features are three-dimensional, his eyes are sharp, his upper body only wears a worn windbreaker, revealing a strong chest muscles and a **** waistline; the lower body is wearing a pair of leather pants, sketching the slender legs, no shoes on the feet, walking silently .
If you ignore the skin covered with gray-blue plaque, he is almost a human body with a body and a little cold.
"What do you want to do... can you become elegant and gorgeous?" the emperor asked hesitantly.
"Give it to me!" Still full of confidence, "I will help you decorate it. After the decoration, make sure that other humans will never call you again when they see you."