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    In the distance, the fixed scene is like a frozen picture in a photo.

    Lin Xiang holds a gun in his right hand and holds onto the wall with his left hand, locking onto the street corner.  His eyes did not move at all.

    He was once familiar with everything in the city, but he was extremely unfamiliar with the ruins beneath his feet.  The place that brought me countless beautiful memories in the old days has been reduced to a core of dust and rubble.  There are even very few plants.  Radiation and drought combined to kill all hope of green plants taking over the ruins.

    It cannot be said that Lin Xiang¡¯s thinking and imagination are too rich.  Anyone who is bored and waiting will always find something to do for himself.  What's more, the shadow in the detection consciousness is still jumping forward.  Although we are getting closer, it takes too long.

    The moment "he" appeared at the intersection, the pupils in Lin Xiang's eyes shrank sharply.

    Taking a deep breath, I barely suppressed the faint uneasiness in my heart and the huge shock in my heart.

    Lin Xiang subconsciously clenched the handle of the gun, and the finger holding the trigger trembled slightly, but was tightly controlled by the tense nerves and did not make a series of movements such as bending and retracting.

    Without a doubt, "he".  .  c.  "Should be able to be counted as a human being.

    The body proportions completely conform to the most basic definition of human beings.  The skin color is very dark, but it is essentially different from the African skin color. It is a sauce color between dark red and rich black.

    ¡°He¡± is very thin.  He is stooped, with a hunched back. Judging from the length of his thighs, he is about 1.75 to 1.80 meters tall.  But in reality, it looks like he can't show the momentum he deserves, more like a slave who lives in poverty and can only live a submissive life relying on the breath of others.  And figure.  "." It's really scary.  I don't know whether he suffers from muscle atrophy or long-term malnutrition. There is almost no fat on his body, and his skin is tightly wrapped around the bone surface.  Except for the slight bulge at the upper part of the pelvis and the abdomen, which is almost the size of a watermelon, the rest of the body is as skinny as firewood.

    ¡°He¡± was wearing a light gray sweater.  The clothes were too big and disproportionate to the skinny figure.  The torn collar hung down on the shoulders, revealing a neck covered with countless protruding blood vessels like tree roots.  The clothes were in tatters and were old and had threads broken everywhere.  Both sides of the sleeves were covered with strands of flying catkins, which had obviously decayed and could only maintain a relatively complete shape.  It can neither keep warm nor cover the shameful parts of the body.  To "him", it seemed like a dispensable body attachment that he didn't even want to take off.  because.  "." "His", next.  The body is complete and naked.  bare.  Not even a rag around his waist.  The mass of genitals in the middle of the legs, which represented the symbol of maleness, no longer existed. It was only a little bit about two or three centimeters, like a strange bulge in the shape of a dry sarcoma.

    The most terrifying thing is "his" left hand - the five fingers on the front of his left arm that should have been able to be extended have long been replaced by a hard, crescent-shaped armor blade.  The thin edge of the blade was lightly shimmering with a crisp halo.

    Lin Xiang looked at "him" getting closer and closer in silence.  Time passed by minute by minute.  "." He began to feel that the wind blowing against his face was extra cold than usual.  And in my own inner world, I also felt a kind of unspeakable fear and helplessness.

    "Sure.".  "It's a living corpse."  "

    These words were not spoken aloud.  Instead, it echoed crazily in Lin Xiang's mind, involving long-standing memories full of sadness and pain that he thought he would never think of again.

    Obviously ¡°he¡± is the owner of this vegetable patch.

    The long black bone knife was dragged diagonally on the ground, following the footsteps, drawing a curved and irregular white line, making a squeaking and rubbing sound.

    The hard chitin bone knife is very sharp, and the friction points dragged on the ground have become blunt and rough. At first glance, it does not look like a weapon that harvested countless lives in the old era, but more like a simple sickle-shaped knife.  farm tools.

    ¡°He¡± stood steadily in front of the vegetable patch, silently for nearly ten minutes.  From "his" perspective, what Lin Xiang could see were only five or six blooming green vegetables planted alone among the dirt, and scattered beside them, each of which had been cut off above ground, leaving only half of them.  Dried cut vegetable roots.

    "He" seemed to be thinking about something.  "." After a few more minutes, "he" finally lifted his feet and walked into the vegetable field. Using his completely deformed left arm as a tool, he inserted the tip into the soil and pried up large chunks of soil.  After constant digging, the vegetable roots covered with mud began to be exposed one by one. They were carefully picked up and carefully knocked off the mud on the stone along the street. They carefully put one in and took it off the waist.  Barely considered a complete woven pocket.

    Lin Xiang slowly walked out from behind the wall where he was hiding, watching all this silently.  The gun in his hand was never raised, just pointed at the ground.

    hisThe movement was very light and made no sound.  The living corpse was busy digging for vegetable roots, and did not notice anything strange from beginning to end, let alone that there was an extra person behind him.

    ¡°He¡± worked very hard.  When putting the vegetable roots into the pocket, you can still hear the heavy breathing rhythm.  When he finished the work at hand, tied the heavy bag tightly with a rope, put it on his shoulders with great effort, and turned around with satisfaction, he finally found Lin Xiang standing behind him with his feet spread apart like an iron tower.  .

    "you.".  "You. c."  Whatcc.  ".Who are you?

    A horrified cry erupted from deep in the throat, the voice was hoarse, as if it had been filled with too much sand and was very ugly, and the intonation also had a prolonged and dull tone.  The sudden fright made "him" instinctively take a few steps back. His feet hit the rubble heavily, and he lost his balance and fell uncontrollably.  The woven bag on his shoulders also fell down, and "Gululu" rolled out fresh vegetable roots covering the ground.

    Lin Xiang suddenly exerted force and accelerated, rushing forward like a wolf.  He took a long stride and flew up with his right foot, accurately stepping on the elbow joint of "his" left arm, pressing down the sharp bone knife.  At the same time, he pulled out a steel bar from the concrete pier next to him, pointed it at the opponent who was supporting the ground, and stabbed him hard with the palm of his right hand as he wanted to get up again, completely immobilizing his body and preventing him from moving at all.

    ¡°He¡± seems to feel no pain.  Although the steel bar that passed through his palm was nearly ten centimeters deep into the ground, he was twisting it desperately, trying to pull it out again by relying on the strength of his bones and muscles.  This terrifying movement had no effect in the end, and the living corpse obviously understood this, and began to change its movement pattern, shaking its arms from side to side, creating enough gaps for the nailed palm to be withdrawn.

    Lin Xiang glanced at the corners of "his" pursed lips coldly, revealing a cruel and vicious smile.

    Without any explanation, he grabbed the top of the steel bar and used his muscles to forcefully break the steel bar downward into a right angle.  Then he held it back hard along the corner line to form a nail tail with a diameter significantly larger than the steel bar itself.  "Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh" he laughed ferociously, and then he crushed the huge steel nail downwards viciously, pinning the entire palm of the living corpse firmly.

    "you.".  "Is it a scam? Why."  "

    ¡°His¡± two eye sockets are deeply sunken, and the surface of what should have been a crystal ball is covered with a gray film similar to that of a cataract patient.  Lin Xiang has never studied living corpses, let alone whether their visual nerves are the same as humans.  But judging from these simple words, "he" can obviously see himself c

    The expression on "his" face is extremely ferocious and terrifying.  This effect is largely due to the atrophy of facial muscles, which are completely attached to the bones. The cheekbones are extremely convex, and the cheek fossa is only connected by ligaments, barely retaining the function of moving the chin bone.  If enough fat and water can be injected, he should be considered a hard-sweat man who meets human aesthetic standards.  But now.  .  c.  "What Lin Xiang saw was just a terrifying living skeleton.

    Judging from the questioning, "he" should be very scared.

    For some reason, Lin Xiang instinctively remembered that when he first entered the ruins, the slain living corpse had also used the same hoarse and unpleasant tone to beg for mercy before it died.

    "Say! Who are you?"

    Lin Xiang only felt that the muscles all over his body were tightening, and there was an uncontrollable excitement and excitement.  This is the effect caused by the secretion of large amounts of adrenaline in a short period of time.  Not because of sex.  Desire, but comes from the subconscious arrogance of controlling the fate of others, and the abuse of others.  Jump, and.  Violent, violent.  extreme desirec

    "I

    ".name?"

    ¡°He¡± opened his mouth wide like a human, revealing a dry, reddish tongue with a little mucus.  The voice is still shrill and harsh, as ugly as a nightmare: "Me.".  "howl.".  "Okay, Ah Hao Hao."

    Just like a child's phonetic recognition in the first grade of school, it took Lin Xiang nearly three minutes to barely distinguish the word "Ah Hao" from the short and deep syllables of the other party.  Although I don¡¯t quite understand the meaning, but by combining the preceding and following sentences, it shouldn¡¯t be difficult to infer that this is the name of the living corpse c

    he.  "." It actually has a name?

    This made Lin Xiang shake his head repeatedly, feeling an incredible sense of absurdity.

    To a large extent, asking questions is just a continuation of the language of the other party's words.  Lin Xiang never thought about getting the answer from a living corpse They were monsters, the murderers who indirectly destroyed the old era.  Even if there is no nuclear war, no one can guarantee that the civilized world can continue to exist under the crushing of a huge group of living corpses.  And those humans who have been bitten or even had their bodies cut apart and caused injuries will also become part of the group of terrifying mutated creatures in a short period of time.

    "No, don't kill me."

      The pronunciation of these words is obviously clearer than at the beginning.  Lin Xiang, who returned to reality from his memories, discovered that while he was talking, "he" had been looking at the gun in his hand.

    ??Obviously, "he" knew what it was, as well as the power and effect of the gun.

    Lin Xiang didn't speak. He lowered his head and observed "him", the whole body of the living corpse who called himself "A Hao", starting from his shoulders.

    "His" skin is very hard.  Most of the surface has formed a scale-shaped structure.  Of course, these are not scales in the true sense, but a mesh-shaped skin texture. This is almost a common feature of most refugees in the wilderness, and it is also a manifestation of human self-evolution in response to the radiation environment.  Unsightly, but very strong, the semi-chitinized skin can effectively resist ray damage and keep the underlying muscle tissue activated.  Especially in joints that are often in contact with other objects, cells accumulate layer by layer to form harder and thicker cutin, and even evolve into armor-like connective tissue.

    Lin Xiang drew out his fighting knife and cut a small incision about half a centimeter deep on "his" chest.  There was no bleeding, and the bulging blood vessels under the skin were more like decorations that had completely lost their function. They were very hard, to be precise, they should be tough.  Together with ligaments, it binds muscles and bones to allow the body to move c

    ¡°How can your internal organs stay fresh without blood?¡±

    This seems to be a joke, but even Lin Xiang himself does not find it humorous.  He gritted his teeth fiercely, without caring about the pleading in "his" eyes, and stabbed the knife deep into the other person's chest.  As the sharp blade pierced through his muscles, he could clearly feel the hollow that passed along the blade to his hand.  Only a muffled sound of "thump" was heard, and the dagger sank to the point where it had no handle.

    "He" still didn't show any pain, he just screamed at the top of his lungs.  Begging for mercy, begging for help, shouting.  ". c. His hands were completely immobilized, but his legs and feet kept rising, bending, and then straightening quickly, stirring up a mess of dust.

    Lin Xiang looked at the desperate living corpse with cold eyes, and suddenly felt a very strong sense of sadism.  He felt that he was obviously becoming a little irritable, and the dagger in his hand was cutting smoothly downwards.  The tightly clamped blade cut the skin and muscles, and also made a "squeaking" sound similar to rubbing on glass. It took a lot of effort, but it still cut the living corpse's body open from the middle, revealing a deep black hole.  Cavity.

    Feel.  "." There was nothing, but the expected rancid smell could not be smelled.

    Very unexpected.  "." Lin Xiang was surprised, crossing the blade of the blade, cutting the chest and abdominal muscles of the living corpse horizontally, and opened it with force.  Suddenly, the entire inside of the body was completely exposed to the dim skylight.

    Near the spine, there is a layer of thick black substance about seven or eight centimeters thick.  It has completely dried up. Judging from the shape and appearance, it should be internal organs such as the heart and lungs.  The stomach pouch is deflated into a gray membrane connected to the muscles.  As for the intestines.  "." They have shrunk to trunk lines only half a centimeter thick.  Curved and wrapped around organs such as the kidneys and gallbladder.

    In the old days, Lin Xiang did not have professional medical training like Liu Yuchen, nor was he a talented doctor like Rand Walker. But he was a soldier and had some understanding of the human body structure and internal organs.  The cruel survival rules of the wasteland world also gave him a deeper understanding of the science of human anatomy.

    ¡°He couldn¡¯t have gotten every component of the human body wrong.  However, he could not understand and did not know what language he should use to describe what he saw with his eyes.

    He is not afraid of these dried internal organs.  In fact, when he saw "him" from a distance, Lin Xiang had already guessed that the body of the living corpse had actually been mummified.  But I don't know why, "he" is still alive.  and.  "." In the dissected cavity of the body, where the heart should have been, there was actually a hole about ten centimeters in diameter, which became the only body organ. It remained soft and hydrated enough, and was bright red in color.  substance.

    It¡¯s like a smaller version of football.  It is contracting one by one, or should be said to be squirming.  Lin Xiang really wanted to cut it open and see the internal structure inside.  However.  "." The despair and fear revealed in the eyes of the living corpse made him finally stop what he was doing.

    He didn't know how many times he had seen such eyes The company commander whose head was beheaded by his own hands in Kunming City, the girl whose intestines were dragged out of her body by a living corpse in Chengdu City, and those who have died  , but got up again in the form of a corpse, citizen c with a fixed expression on his face before death.  "They are exactly the same, exactly the same.

    "Don't.".  "Do not kill me."

    "He" has a strange voice.  The pitch is off.  Especially the word "kill" sounds more like "Silly" syllable.

    Lin Xiang was stunned for a moment, then slowly stood up from the living corpse.  He slowly inserted the pistol back into the leather barrel on his waist and looked at "him" with a complicated expression.

    Kill "him".  ".c. It is meaningless."

    There are no living people in the ruins.  Judging from the previous series of actions of this living corpse, "his" goal was obviously the vegetable roots on the ground next to him.

    It¡¯s very weird, very weird.

    In Lin Xiang¡¯s memory, the only food for living corpses is meat.  They feed on the bodies of living people, and while killing them, they also spread the virus that has a crazy devouring effect.  But now.  "." "He" actually digs these things out of the ground.  Could it be.  "." Is this "his" food?

    Lin Xiang shuddered.  But at the same time, a strong curiosity arose.

    "I.".  "Hungry."

    Perhaps because he understood the expression on Lin Xiang's face, "he" twisted his body with difficulty and struggled to pronounce two monotonous words with no rhythm.

    Lin Xiang nodded calmly, walked to "his" left hand that was nailed, and pulled out the steel bar that was deeply inserted into the ground.  The living corpse, which had regained its freedom, struggled to get up from the ground.  He looked down at the open chest and used his right arm, which had evolved into a bone knife, to close the torn flesh.  His right hand grabbed a piece of scrap wire from the pile of debris next to him, penetrated the skin with force, and stitched the scattered body back together like a button.

    It won¡¯t hurt, and it is also a special way of evolution.  (To be continued)
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