Chapter 383

In a wilderness near the national highway, there was a group of survivors stationed here, which was not as chaotic as the refugees, but it was only a base for more than 100 people. At this time, there was no trace of popularity in this place. The 100 survivors were all incomplete remains on the ground, with blood all over the ground. A corpse had been gnawed and could not be seen as it was, with intestines hanging on the body Son and other filthy things.

It's bloody and stinky.

When junzhihe sin first came here, he saw this scene in front of him. There were stars and a few zombies eating the residual human flesh in the distance, but the best part of the meat was eaten clean.

"It happened about a day ago." The voice of Jun rang out.

Sin Chu rushed forward and cut off the heads of those zombies with a knife. At the same time, he told his brother of dragon and Phoenix: "which place is this?"

"The fifth place." Jun's light reply: "almost can grope for each other's route, the fastest tomorrow can catch up with."

"Yes." At the beginning of the crime, the remaining zombies have been killed by the little girl.

"But, sister." Jun Zhi hesitated: "the other side has already looted five small human strongholds. It is estimated that the combat power has been improved these days, and the number can not be estimated. We may not be able to make it by ourselves alone."

At the beginning of the crime, his wrist turned and shook off the black blood beads on the Tang Dao. His voice was cold and cold: "catch up first and then."

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"how is it?" An old man with coarse and thin skin, yellow and black skin, but a kind-hearted face looked forward to Chu Han, holding a plate which was not clean and had been broken several times, with several pieces of pancakes on it.

"Delicious." Wangcai answers for Chu Han.

"Ha ha ha, it's delicious. My craft is handed down from my ancestors. It's just that I can't bring it into play since the end of the world." The old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were very deep. Suddenly, he was stunned and covered with a layer of gray eyes. He blinked: "how strange was your voice just now?"

"Oh, it's strange to talk while eating." Chu Han answers casually and looks at the table with a smile.

"So it is." The old man nodded solemnly, and then with a bright smile like a chrysanthemum flower, he pushed the pancake in his hand to Chu Han: "there's more to eat."

Chu Han glanced at the old man's thin figure and took it with a smile: "thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks." The old man quickly waved his hand: "I --"

"Hello! Are you ready! It's been a long time! " Suddenly a rude voice in the room interrupted the old man's words, with a strong threat: "if you don't work, you will be fed zombies, old things!"

Chu Han looked at his eyes. The weather in the North was very cold, and the snow on the ground became black by trampling mud. This was a small village. He sat on a big stone outside a mud house. In front of him was a wooden table with a broken leg. A snow-white rabbit ate himself into a ball.

The door of the earth house next to it was closed, and there were bursts of heat coming from the cracks left. It seemed that there was a fire inside. The man who had just spoken was full of air and had a great position in this small village.

The old man in front of him was seventy years old. He was blind and wore a short jacket that could not cover his forearms. His skin was black with cold. His trousers were even thinner. His shoes on his feet were broken and his toes were exposed. His figure was even thinner, as if he could be blown into the sky by the wind and snow.

His body stinks, his clothes are dirty, and his craftsmanship is not as good as what he claims to be ancestral. At most, the pancake is cooked.

"Shh!" Hearing the cry of the people in the house, the old man panicked and whispered to Chu Han: "don't be found. You can keep these and eat them slowly. I'll send pancakes to my son first."

"Good." Chu Han responded with a smile, but his eyes were cold and terrible.

After the old man entered the house, Chu Han looked at himself, his clothes and trousers, and his coat to resist the cold wind. He had no dust on his body. His fingers were clean. He was luxurious. He had a crystal worth 20000 points. There was a post-modern solar energy herdsman in the dimensional space, which was enough to make everyone in the village crazy.

"Is that his son?" Wangcai did not know whether he was talking with Chu Han or sighing with himself.

"Yes, it's his son." Chu Han repeated, got up and put Wangcai in his pocket and headed for the exit of the village.

He doesn't want to stay here for a moment. He's afraid he can't help killing people.

Not long after Chu Han left, a group of black robed people suddenly came to the village. Twenty black robed people covered themselves up and stepped into the small village, causing quite a stir.

People close their doors or pack things as fast as they can. They are good at these things. In order to avoid zombies, these people often move. This small village is just a temporary place for them to live. Fortunately, there is a residence here.

They don't know what's alien, they just feel the opportunity is coming.

Another person came out of the room with Xiao Jiu in mind. Zhuang bold Zi said hello to the 20 black robed men in front of him. The son of the old man who sent pancakes to Chu Han was among them.

He was about forty years old. He had nothing to do all his life. After the outbreak of the last world, he went with a group of refugees. The reason why he took his old father was that he could have a free servant."My lord?" The old man's son, with a shy face, approached these people and squeezed aside the competitors around him. He said, "are you here to meet us? Is it from Shangjing? "

The Shangjing survivors base is a place that countless people dream of going to. These refugees also move in that direction. Even if many people die on the road, they can't stop their determination to enter the largest base in China.

The first alien was not seen clearly, but took out a portrait from his pocket with a sharp voice: "have you seen this man?"

A group of people stare at the people on the portrait for a long time. The picture is a young man. The painting is lifelike and the expression is very real. Although the appearance is ordinary, the eyes are unforgettable. With a strong sense of killing, it is not easy to offend.

Looking at a group of people shaking their heads, 20 different species are in the heart of some irritability, since they have not seen, then eat these people in front of them!

Just when the alien was going to start, a voice was suddenly heard from a distance: "son, did you see the young man just sitting outside the house? Where has he gone

"Shit!" The old man's son angrily scolded, turned back two or three steps and ran to the old man, and directly kicked him: "old thing! Do you give me food again? I'll kill you

The old man was beaten to his head and squatted down. Every time his thin body was kicked, it was as if a bone would break. The stranger who just wanted to inquire lost interest when he saw the old man's eyes covered with gray.

"Slaughtered." At an order.

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