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- Chapter 15 Living Corpse ()
What is the difference between the dead and the living?
This seems to be a very profound question. Physiology, consciousness, philosophy countless answers are enough to completely confuse the listener's thinking.
Yang Guohua's concept of judging life and death is very simple - living people can walk, dead people can only lie down.
"Click¡ª¡ª"
When dry wheat straw is stepped on and cracked, it is very brittle and noisy. Normally, Yang Guohua would not have noticed at all. Such things are everywhere in the countryside. There are many scattered in front and behind every house. Let alone people, even a mouse running over them can make a lot of noise.
His reaction was very fast. As soon as the voice reached his ears, his thick right hand dropped the chopsticks and grabbed the 99 rifle leaning against the wall. He also stopped chewing the rice in his mouth, raised his ears with concentration, and carefully discerned every movement coming from the air.
The whole village was dead. If it were Xiaozhu, he would stand at the door and shout his name without entering the yard. It was obviously not him who sneaked in from behind the house.
Thinking of this, Yang Guohua's eyes sharpened, he swallowed the rice in his mouth, pulled the gun bolt hard, opened the ajar door with a "clang" kick, flat-ended the rifle, and aimed the black muzzle straight in the direction of the movement. .
The moment his eyes reached the target, heavy drops of cold sweat broke out from the forehead of this burly man.
A dark crowd of people was swarming from the path behind their house.
The old party secretary, Yang Ergui, the director of the village committee, and the mother of the second girl next door are all acquaintances I know.
Their faces were dull, and their bodies were swaying from side to side as if they were uncontrollable. Their stumbling steps looked extremely awkward, and their hands fell limply, as if they were trying desperately to break free from the shackles of gravity, but they could not escape the invisible control. It can drag itself hard on the muddy road.
A long trail of blood stretched from their feet to the end of the road. The black blood gushing from the wounds on the body surface gave off a stench that made one almost vomit.
Everyone's eyes were staring stiffly straight ahead. The crystal ball-shaped body had become turbid. The tiny bloodshot eyes coming from the distance around the eye sockets filled the entire white space, irritating the eyeballs to protrude outward at any time. May fall out of the orbit.
¡°Uncle, help, help me¡ª¡ª¡±
The shrill scream broke the almost suffocating terror. On the roof of the old house in Xitou, Yang Xiaozhu, who was covered in blood, held a 99 rifle, and with fear on his face, he pulled the trigger fiercely at the people slowly climbing up the wooden ladder, and the bullets with piercing screams penetrated the flesh. , making a dull "plop" sound. The ones who were hit did not show any pain or make any proper physiological reactions. They just opened their mouths wide, with thick saliva and dirty black blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, and walked numbly towards the panicked prey. Approaching step by step.
"Crack¡ª¡ª"
From a long distance away, Yang Guohua could still hear the hollow sound of Yang Xiaozhu's throat being bitten through by his teeth. Through the sunlight filtering through the dim sky, he could clearly see the dead Yang Laoliu lying tightly on Xiaozhu's shoulder, his sharp teeth biting the side of the young man's neck. The people who gathered around grabbed the prey's hands and feet respectively, grasping the parts they could touch with their fingers, and dragged the living life from different directions. Amidst heart-rending screams, pieces of soft flesh were torn off alive, and the bones attached to them were sliding back and forth on the hands of the swarming contenders. As for the head, it was completely chewed off by Yang Laoliu. Until the moment he left his body, he still had a terrifying expression that was twisted to the point of deformation due to severe pain and fear.
Yang Xiaozhu was torn into pieces, and every drop of blood, every piece of meat, and every bone became food that people were swallowing.
¡°Bahji¡ªbaji¡ª¡±
There was a loud chewing sound, like a big fat pig eaten during the Chinese New Year. Very fragrant and delicious.
The crowd in the back room is getting closer and closer, maybe the blood floating in the air is irritating the empty stomach! Pairs of empty eyes flashed with ferocity as if they were bleeding.
They are a bunch of dead people. The living dead rising from the pile of rotting corpses.
¡°I¡¯ll fuck your mother¡ª¡ª¡±
Yang Guohua, whose blood was pouring from his body, had completely forgotten what fear was. The anger transformed from fear became the only control in his mind at this moment. He dropped the gun in his hand, picked up the guillotine he usually used to cut pigweed, and used his astonishing arm strength to swing the heavy knife high and round. With the roar that burst out from the bottom of his heart, he slashed hard at the dense crowd of corpses. . Wherever the blade touched, a thick black mass of rotten flesh and blood spattered.
The farmer¡¯s thinking is?Pure. Last night's experience and Yang Xiaozhu's encounter had made him conclude that bullets had no effect on these resurrected corpses. Only by tearing their bodies apart and cutting off their heads can the souls of the dead return to peace.
The bloody slashing quickly consumed Yang Guohua's physical strength. Just when he was concentrating on dealing with the group of corpses in front of him, a pair of cold hands suddenly tightened around his thick waist from behind, and a sharp pain came from his neck.
The angry strong man turned around subconsciously, but his fiery eyes condensed in an instant.
¡°Daughter-in-law, why is it you?¡±
The docile woman in the past was lying on her shoulder, sucking in the bright red liquid gushing from her veins. His dark eyes radiated undisguised hunger and greed. Seeing the shocked man with his mouth wide open, it suddenly stretched out its right hand, grabbed the soft tongue between the lips, and dragged it to its mouth.
In the air, the rhythmic sound of propellers was heard.
"The People's Liberation Army is finally here"
This was the last thought in Yang Guohua's mind.
A bullet can only hit one target.
Although Lin Xiang had started aiming and shooting at an altitude of more than a thousand meters, and the large-caliber sniper rifle bullet accurately hit the head of the living corpse, Yang Guohua still died.
His tongue was half eaten by his wife.
Just like when they were making out and having fun, they would always suck each other's tongue as a sign of love. Covered in blood, his lips were always connected to the woman whose head was blown open, without any separation.
According to the requirements of the military region, all villages and residential areas within the jurisdiction must report to the command center every hour. Xiaoyangzhuang's regular reports were all handled by the militia captain. If there was no reply for more than three hours, Xie Zhiping immediately sent reinforcements to the area.
Lin Xiang¡¯s expression was frighteningly cold as he jumped out of the cabin.
With his superb eyesight, he saw Yang Guohua, who was surrounded by corpses, thousands of meters away. I thought I could save this brave man, but in the end, he died miserably among the hungry corpses.
The m5g43 assault rifle keeps roaring. The bullets ejected from the muzzle drilled dense holes in the heads of the swarming zombies. The soldiers were organized into a combat group of three, lined up in a dense formation, and fired fiercely at the corpses with various weapons. As the swaying bodies fell down one by one, the bloody smell that filled the air became thicker and thicker.
Lin Xiang dropped the empty assault rifle in his hand, pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist, pursed his lips tightly, and with a dark look of hatred on his brows, he jumped towards the corpses that kept coming.
"Captain, it's dangerous¡ª¡ª"
Behind him, a team member screamed and wanted to stop this suicidal behavior. But unexpectedly found that his judgment was completely wrong.
Lin Xiang, who rushed into the group of corpses, looked like a furious Tyrannosaurus rex among the sheep. Wherever the blade comes out, pieces of irregularly shaped meatballs will always fly up. When he was able to kill, he even twisted the corpse's arm with one hand, pushed the struggling opponent to the ground, took the edge of the dagger and slashed it straight from the exposed neck Soon, on the muddy and bloody ground, There was another headless corpse that was still twitching. The ugly head was also submerged in the dirty muddy water, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.
He is not a mindless fool. The speed and strength possessed by the Parasite are enough to rival all the living corpses here.
He is not afraid of being infected. The terrible virus has completely changed his body. The same thing cannot have completely different effects.
Perhaps frightened by this extremely brutal killing method, the group of corpses who feared neither life nor death gradually began to retreat. With Lin Xiang's position as the center, they formed an orderly circle with a diameter of several meters. They crowded together, hunched their bodies, hunched their backs, buried their heads deep under their towering shoulders, and looked with frightened eyes. He trembled and stared at the terrifying god of death coming from behind.
Mutants can actually feel scared?
They seem to be very afraid of Lin Xiang, just like ordinary people who encounter a stronger opponent than themselves, they will always look like they are being photographed unconsciously. As if that was the only king he worshiped.
This was the first time Lin Xiang saw such a scene.
It¡¯s very strange, very weird
Hundreds of living corpses were killed cleanly. The mud soaked with dirty blood was full of broken human limbs and broken bodies.
"Each combat team immediately cleans up the scene and does not let go of any mutant creature¡ª¡ª"
After wiping away the blood splattered on his face, Lin Xiang took a bundle of steel wires that had just been opened from the hands of the soldier next to him.
? ?Underneath, is a captured living corpse with its back pushed to the ground, its hands free and struggling in the air.
Use a wire with a cone to penetrate the shoulder blade of the living corpse, tightly bind the wrists, ankles and other joints, then seal its lips with strong cowhide glue, and put the captured objects tied into brownies into fine steel. With its iron cage, it can no longer threaten anyone.
Researching vaccines requires fresh samples. What's more, the living corpses that appeared in Xiaoyangzhuang were completely different from the mutants they were familiar with before.
The soldiers did not risk entering the pile of corpses scattered around. Instead, they removed several canister flamethrowers from the plane, pointed the burning nozzles at the dead corpses, and pressed the launch button hard.
"Whoosh¡ª¡ª"
A huge flame shoots out from the nozzle, and the extremely hot flame tip melts all objects in contact with it. The simple shacks and rotting corpses were burned together, and the air was suddenly filled with a pungent burn.
High temperature is the best way to deal with viruses. When it is unclear whether the virus can be transmitted through air breathing, the best way is to burn out all sources of infection.
Squatting in the yard of Lao Liu's house, Lin Xiang frowned thoughtfully as he looked at the black corpse lying on the ground with his head chopped into two halves.
This is obviously the source of the spread of the virus.
The question is, why did the villagers of Xiaoyangzhuang not turn into black monsters with bone blades like the residents of Kunming City, but were resurrected into a group of slow-moving corpses?
This question is obviously not something I can answer.
"Come here, collect samples¡ª¡ª"
Soon, when the "Nighthawk II" soared from the ground, Xiaoyangzhuang was engulfed in a sea of ??fire and became history marked on the map forever.
Leaning against the hard bulkhead, Lin Xiang's slender fingers have been gently touching the hard objects in his breast pocket through the strong military fabric.
It was a glass test tube about the thickness of a thumb, plugged tightly with rubber.
The paste-like viscous liquid surges back and forth in the transparent tube wall. Whenever it submerged the wall and quickly slid down from where it was due to the turbulence of the plane, a faint crimson color would always be left behind.
This is a fresh blood sample taken from a living corpse.
¡°I don¡¯t know why, but Lin Xiang always thinks of what Mark once said in his mind.
"Evolved parasites are the most powerful beings. They can learn and imitate all the skills of their opponents in battle. Theoretically, they can even copy all the characteristics of viruses and make them a permanent part of their own bodies. "
If it were in the past, Lin Xiang would definitely sneer at such statements. But now, he had to believe this fact.
The "regeneration" simulated from Chris is the best proof.
Xiao Yangzhuang! The living corpses that appeared should belong to new mutant creatures. What kind of powers do they have in their bodies?
What kind of reaction will this kind of blood sample cause when it enters the body?
Will I turn into that rotten monster?
Fear and hesitation were spinning crazily in Lin Xiang's mind, making him agitated. He could only take out Ying Jia's photo from his pocket and look at it for a long time.
This is the best way for him to relieve his worries and calm down his mind.
The girl in the photo is still smiling like a flower, but Lin Xiang feels that the distance between her and him is getting farther and farther.
Su Yongzhe is right. The heir to the Yongsheng Group with a net worth of hundreds of millions should not and cannot marry a penniless poor soldier.
This is a chaotic world.
No one knows how long the virus will continue to spread. Are money and status really that important?
If everything is destroyed, what will the ending be like?
Thinking of this, a faint smile gradually appeared on Lin Xiang's calm face.
He took out the test tube from his arms, turned his body away from everyone's eyes, put his right index finger into his mouth, bit open a hole, and slowly inserted it into the tube. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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