Too quiet.

Shirley felt the surroundings uneasy. Since the first incident, the kidnappers had no sound. Gradually, for a strange reason, she felt more and more isolated from the world. The darkness around her was so dark that it was incredibly quiet that the silence around her was so unimaginable that the cross was bound to be extremely imaginative. In the final analysis, where was she brought by the murderer?

The most embarrassing thing is still behind. She has never been prepared to be kidnapped, let alone been tied up in a dark environment for a long time. The urge to urinate gradually emerges, which is much torture than hunger, but she has to endure it. Considering all the possibilities, it is already a lucky thing she has not been stripped naked now. Since the bottom line of dignity still exists, she naturally does not want to let herself end up in a miserable situation.

"My phone was taken away... but my dad worked overtime all night tonight. I had known it, so I said I had gone out for a walk. What home should I go home..."

Of course, Shirley thought about ways to break free, but at most she would just straighten her waist or bend her wrists. It is worth noting that her shoes were taken off, but cotton socks still exist, which is worth analyzing. It shouldn't be because it's inconvenient to tie up with shoes. It's just ordinary small leather shoes. Considering the cross, it may be religious, but that should be barefoot. And in the final analysis, what is the cold stone texture she felt on her back?

Shouldn't it be a cross made of wood?

It's dark in front of me, but unfortunately the surroundings are silent. If it weren't for the short time, if it weren't for the fact that I could really contact me, I guess she would have been crazy, right?

But gradually, it seemed that some sound appeared.

...

"This is the third fire."

Solan did not look at the fire behind him, but looked indifferently at the small house in the forest ahead.

It obviously shouldn't be the building that this mountain should have.

An absurdly tall wooden church.

Three hundred feet in length, and two towers about one hundred and eighty feet high.

Arya's eyes widened when she saw it. The level of Westminster, the project volume is that zombies can make, that is, they can have such leisure. Moreover, if a puppet master who can control hundreds of zombies as coolies, then he will have the capital to squander.

So, this is a huge building for humans, but for zombies, it is a small house in the forest.

Black and gold, two scented ribbons are facing straight towards the main entrance of the church, and the heat of obsidian is so amazing that if Solan lets go at this time, he will have to cause a forest fire. Such a pure natural fire is not as easy to control as the golden fire behind him.

Solan did not move forward rashly because of the shadows, more and more zombies were gushing out from both sides of the church, gathering little by little in front of the woodland.

"Okay, I admit that I underestimated you before."

As he said this, he still waved his fingers disdainfully, while Arya grinded the kitchen knife happily.

The church stands in the clearings of the forest, which is particularly clear and bright with the moonlight all over the sky, which makes the zombies' scarlet eyes shine. They drag slowly but firmly, with slow but firm steps, gathering into pieces little by little. They have no highly decayed shells or staggering and disabled postures. They all move in the perfect posture that humans should have, but the speed is relatively slow at this moment, and they are just doing the preparation work.

There are densely packed areas, and more and more figures gathered in front of the church, most of which rose from the vast forest and walked here. Land infantry, female medical staff, Vietnamese monkeys, local women of the guerrillas, and the warring parties of the Vietnam War formed an alliance here, and whites, blacks and Southeast Asian races gathered together. They lined up neat human walls, and hundreds of scarlet eyes looked in the same direction, wearing tattered clothes, staring at scarlet eyes, making a wailing cry from hell, waiting for more partners to gather together.

"Gugu, Gugu."

There was no bell ringing in the church, only a bat-like shadow crouched on the tower, under the full moon, making the sound of an owl. Its real body has actually been exposed. A tall and thin black man, who looked like a pole, was wearing an extraordinarily large British windbreaker, but he just didn't know whose surname and where he lived.

"Gugu, Gugu."

Solan could see his eyes from afar. The crystal-clear red color was completely different from the low-end zombies with bloodshot eyes. It was a feature that only zombies could have. The golden vertical pupils could also be glimpsed, but the purity was far less transparent than that of himself. Obviously, his serious injury was not healed, and at this time he was just holding on to recruit troops.

Thanks to the vast area of ​​this forest, rows of zombies gathered from afar. The US Army and the Vietnamese monkeys were interspersed and arranged, and female medical soldiers in nurses were scattered in the middle. Before they knew it, the organization of a battalion had gathered together, and the second battalion was about to fill. In just a moment, the entire infantry regiment would be formed. These are all old zombies that have been cultivated for more than 30 years. Nematodes in their bodies have been parasitized for many years, and their qualities are incomparable to newborns.

Solan whistled a long time.

"It'll take a long time to burn."

Arya kept ticking her head: "It's so satisfying to cut it."

"Well, let's see how great German good steel is... on!"

After waiting for a long time, Solan could no longer hold back!

A long roar towards the sky made the pine leaf needle forest sway endlessly. Facing the round moon, towards the ancient church, towards the thousands of scarlet zombies with high-explosion cannon shells shot rapidly, and instantly exploded!

"boom!!!"

The charge that broke through the sound barrier caused violent fluctuations. The human was just a vertical line, but it bombarded the entire surface. In an instant, a huge gap was instantly blasted out, just like a beast tyrannosaurus biting an ordinary human!

"I...Damn!"

This amazing scene even caused Arya to brake instantly while she was in a hurry, and then she was thrown into the dog to eat shit. She even took off her kitchen knife.

Even so, she still raised her chin and knocked on the scene in a daze.

The tower is so high, the moon is so round, and there are so many people in the sky.

"Dad...so amazing?"

The next second, she quickly stood up.

"This is my dad, how can it not be amazing!"

Take up the kitchen knife and grab the head quickly.

“…”

"He" stood at the top of the tower, his liver and gallbladder were ruptured.

The man only had one blow, but directly asked the zombies to lose half of their number. Not to mention how amazing the power it was, how many years of hard work it had just floated in the sky, and before it could land, the rest were slaughtered by "her".

she!

"He" now fully understood why so many companions who had been sent to kill her were unable to complete the task at all.

With the same fighting style, if the girl really got out of the sheath, he wouldn't say anything. But now, the other party is just holding two kitchen kitchen knives... kitchen kitchen knives! As the only fatal weakness, the brains of these zombies are very hard, which is comparable to living people. Moreover, these treasures have been cultivated for many years, and the hardness of the brains is more than just bones?

Kitchen knife, even the German steel kitchen knife is just a kitchen knife, just cutting across each head one by one without any sluggishness... He has tried it himself. Even if he uses the best Japanese samurai sword, it is time to roll the blade when he cuts three!

Even if he is just a puppet master, he is still a zombie, right?

Don’t underestimate the physical strength of the puppet master. If you have such a hard head, you will have a lot of rolling blades! After all, these zombies have been trained by him for forty years!

But this girl...

How powerful is this momentary pressure so that the opponent can cut through dozens of zombies' heads without abandoning the blade?

No wonder other killers go without going back, and finally make their turn.

With such a skill in knife skills, if she really uses her own set, she can cut the tank into tofu, right?

“…”

After Solan's attack, he only looked at the mysterious puppet master on the church tower.

Shirley was undoubtedly locked in the church, but this zombie... It would be fine if the white pastor could not forget his job during his lifetime, but how much does he mean to play this calculation?

After all, it was born before Martin Luther King, and was it allowed black people to be pastors at that time?
Chapter completed!