Chapter 487

I don't know how many zombies Li Mucheng, the Zombie King, can control. If he doesn't hurry, there will be a wave of zombies when he reacts.

The Zombie King Li Mucheng was stunned by old man Li. Bai Juzhu controlled old man Li and had to stay here.

The Bai family knows that Bai Jue has space and will be fine. They also know that staying will affect Bai Jue.

Only get out of here first.

Bai Yifan gritted his teeth, rubbed his eyes hard, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and drove frantically towards the outside of the village with a car of people.

The road was crowded with zombies. Bai Yifan didn't look at them and directly crashed into them.

Some survivors escaped from the yard on the way.

"Hey! Wait for us! We have to get on the bus, too!"

Some survivors saw the bus and waved to get on the bus.

This is more likely to survive. Who knows if the zombies will suddenly move.

The Bai family didn't hear it. The bus continued to drive forward without stopping.

"Shit! It's cold-blooded!"

"Sooner or later be bitten to death by a zombie!"

Several ordinary people took a look at the butt of the bus and couldn't help but burst into foul language.

However, the speed under his feet was not slow at all. He ran quickly towards the front.

The family can't hear these words. Even if they hear them, they won't stop.

There are zombies not only in the village, but also outside the village. It seems that the Zombie King Li Mu has summoned all the zombies nearby.

Although I don't know why the nearby zombies are stuck in place, it must be the most correct time to run.

Under the dim moonlight, some thin human beings shuttled frantically between the ferocious zombies, fast.

Obviously, they are pale and look about to faint at any time. Their instinct to escape has made them work miracles.

There are a few people who are not afraid of death. One by one, they cut open the brain of the zombie and collect the crystal nuclei in the brain of the zombie. They are happy to die.

And the Zombie King Li Mucheng doesn't care at all, even if the zombie younger brother cuts leeks.

The slender fingers pressed the position of the heart, vaguely feeling the inexplicable emotion from there.

His eyebrows wrinkled tightly and looked very tangled.

Yes, he's tangled.

He's struggling with what's going on with him.

As a zombie, why did he feel other emotions? He didn't know what to do for a moment.

With the rage raging in his brain, the expression on his face became more and more distorted.

I hate the sound of sobbing. I don't know why, but I want to hear it again.

Father, the word began to become strange in his heart.

He remembered that he had not been so cold-blooded before.

When he lost his mother in childhood, he was very dependent on his father and had a strong feeling of father and son.

Flesh and blood affection he remembered, but he could not recall this feeling.

Now he was at a loss to hear the so-called cry of his father.

Why did this sound haunt his mind all the time, and why did it make his heart tingle slightly?

The expression on the face of the Zombie King Li Mucheng was distorted to the extreme, but he still didn't understand.

The more you think about the past, the more you recall your kinship, the stronger the bloodthirsty rage raging in your brain.

Devour, he wants to devour everyone.

The smell of flesh and blood at the tip of his nose was amplified a lot, and the smell of flesh and blood stimulated his violent mood.

The smell of flesh and blood that made him violent did not come from the white family, but belonged to his father.

Flesh and blood, devour.

He was a zombie, a meat eater, and the flesh and blood at the tip of his nose also belonged to the scope of his swallowing.

Li Mucheng, the Zombie King, suddenly calmed down on his twisted face.

He slowly opened his eyes and stared straight at old man Li, his former father, suspended in the air.

"Put him down and I'll give you five minutes."

Li Mucheng, the Zombie King, stretched out a finger and pointed to old man Li floating in the air. His voice was cold.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on his face, making his face more and more pale.

Bai Jue and lengyebai looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Anyway, Uncle Wang and Liu have been rescued, and the survivors locked up in the village have almost run away. They can't beat the dead king Li Mucheng, nor the endless and tireless group of zombies.

Bai Jue's fingers moved slightly, and old man Li fell to the ground slowly.

At the same time when old man Li fell to the ground, Bai Juzhu and lengye quickly ran in the direction of the bus hand in hand.

Their speed is very fast, and their powerful abilities make their physical quality stronger. They have run more than 20 meters in the blink of an eye.

As a Zombie King, Li Mucheng barely has credibility. He didn't command zombies to bite Bai Jue and lengyebai.

Stepping on the scorched land, the Zombie King Li Mucheng walked towards old man Li step by step.

The sobs of old man Li, who was put on the ground, stopped, but the muddy tears were still falling drop by drop.

He couldn't help crying when he thought that his once clever son had become this cold look.

The three good students who almost always got full marks in every exam are gone.

Li Mucheng, the Zombie King, squatted on the ground and looked at old man Li sitting on the ground. His eyes were like looking at an animal.

It's like meeting the person in front of you for the first time.

The Zombie King Li Mucheng looked down carefully.

Old man Li understood that his eyes were like those of his son when he saw the little squirrel for the first time.

Slender white fingers rubbed back and forth, eyes slightly drooping, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Suddenly, the eyebrows twisted again, and the expression on his face also had a distorted trend.

"Xiao Cheng." old man Li whispered to his son, "let's stay in the village and stop eating people, OK?"

Mr. Li tried to persuade his son.

The Zombie King Li Mucheng suddenly looked at old man Li as if he had just seen him.

"What do you say? Don't eat?" the voice of the Zombie King Li Mucheng was a little sharp. "Why don't you eat? I'm hungry!"

The bloodthirsty impulse raging in his brain has never dissipated. The hunger in his abdomen can't be suppressed. Can he live without eating flesh and blood?

The instinct engraved in his bones can't be restrained at all. If he suppresses his instinct, what's the meaning?

Nothing he eats has any taste. Only flesh and blood can make him understand that he is still living in this world.

If he doesn't eat flesh and blood, he doesn't understand the meaning of his life!

"How can you eat people? Eating people is not wrong, it's wrong." old man Li whispered.

The Zombie King Li Mucheng carefully took another look at old man Li's eyes and the eyes of ordinary zombies not far away.

These two eyes are different.

Like him, the bloodthirsty instinct in his bones was expressed incisively and vividly in those eyes.

And there was a trace of despair and inconceivability in his eyes.

Li Mucheng, the Zombie King, is very unhappy, but he doesn't know how to alleviate this unhappy mood.

The Zombie King Li Mucheng suddenly stood up and stopped looking at old man Li's eyes and looked at the cold moon in the sky.

The confusion in his eyes suddenly cleared up a lot.