Zhang Mo stood in the corridor on the second floor. He could hardly imagine what had happened in the past few days. He had just passed by death several times, which was still too incredible for him, a guy who had basically never seen blood in fights on weekdays.

Zhang Mo did not retrieve the scalpel that penetrated the skull of the zombie's brain. It was not that he was disgusted, but that Zhang Mo had a natural fear of the G virus.

Staring at the empty corridor, Zhang Mo's lips showed a sneer.

......

"ah!"

In a vain scream, he clearly spread from the second floor to the third floor. Cunbantou and Liangzi's faces changed drastically. Cunbantou said in surprise: "It's that boy's voice! He's dead!? Zombies..."

The crow's face was also ugly. For a long time, no sound came from the second floor, which was surprisingly quiet.

"Go and take a look." After a while, the crow looked at the head of the Cun Ban and said.

"Brother! Please, don't!" Cunbantou's legs weakened, and he quickly knelt in front of the crow, his whole body trembling.

The crow stared at the head of the crow who was kneeling on the ground with a narrow and narrow eyes, saying, "Do you want to tell me that you have no use value to me?"

"No! No!" Cun Bantou panicked and hurriedly said.

The crow turned on the cut-off of the pistol and said indifferently: "Go."

The crow head was no longer looking, but he dared not say anything more. He followed the crow for a long time, so when the virus broke out in the end of the world, the crow did not leave him, but he knew that he knew the crow's temperament very well. If he didn't go, the crow would definitely kill him.

Cunbantou took the machete from Liangzi's hand tremblingly and slowly went down the stairs, with his calves trembling visible to the naked eye. The crow held his pistol and looked vigilantly at the entrance of the stairs, not daring to be careless at all.

Cunbantou finally went down to the second floor. He looked around nervously, but he could not see any movement. At the corner of the stairs on the first floor below, there was a long dead headless zombie and two thigh bones that had been gnawed clean. Cunbantou suddenly felt chilling.

Soon, Cunbantou found a line of black blood on the ground. It was obvious that it was left by the zombies. Cunbantou gritted his teeth and followed the blood that extended into the corner of the corridor. He walked in the corridor on the third floor with a machete in his hand. The footsteps of Cunbantou were particularly loud in the open corridor.

Not long after, Cunbantou walked to a corner of a corridor and suddenly stopped. He saw the figure lying in a pool of blood in front of him. Dripping blood dripped on the other side of the figure. Cunbantou's nerves suddenly tense to the extreme. He raised his machete and slowly approached the corpse.

A big cold sweat slid down Cunbantou's forehead. He finally walked to the corpse and raised the machete in his hand suddenly because he saw the four flesh teeth like tentacles on the zombie's face, which looked extremely terrifying. But he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief because he saw a sharp scalpel piercing through the zombie's head.

"wrong."

Cunbantou suddenly changed his expression. He thought that since the zombie was dead and was killed, why did Zhang Mo scream? Could it be...

Bang!

Before the changeable face could be realized, a chair leg suddenly hit the back of his head. He was beaten away by this huge force and knocked on the zombie to hit the zombie far away.

Cunbantou looked up with difficulty, and he was shocked to find that Zhang Mo was standing behind him with cold eyes staring at him.

"Fuck!" Cunbantou subconsciously wanted to slash Zhang Mo, but Zhang Mo was faster. He suddenly stepped on Cunbantou's arm and kicked Cunbantou's throat with the other foot, holding back his scream that was about to be released.

Click

The bones of the arm that were stepped on by Zhang Mo made a clear breaking sound. Cunbantou groaned and let go of the machete weakly. Zhang Mo grabbed his neck and carried him into the private room. His knee suddenly hit Cunbantou's lower abdomen. His lower abdomen suddenly rolled like a sea of ​​turbulent waves. Zhang Mo held the machete and crossed his neck: "If you want to die, just scream."

Cunbantou shook his head in horror, gritted his teeth and suffocated his pain back.

"Very good." Zhang Mo nodded: "I can't kill you, but you have to do something for me."

"What's up?"

"Crazy the crow and Ryoko down."

"What?" The voice of Cun Bantou was rising in vain, but Zhang Mo suddenly covered his mouth, and the machete in his hand fell down neatly. Cun Bantou's left little finger slashed down accordingly. Zhang Mo grasped it very well, and only a layer of skin was left in the little finger to the palm.

A large stream of blood was sprayed on the ground, and Cunban's forehead sweated coldly on his forehead. After a while, he struggled to suppress his twitching.

"This is just a warning. Next time I want you one leg." Zhang Mo said coldly. He let go of Cun Ban's mouth. Cun Ban's headache was so ached, but he gritted his teeth and did not dare to make any sound.

"I promise to cheat the two of them down, and I will never kill you." Zhang Mo promised again and again.

Then Cun Bantou nodded in agreement with a sad face.

The head of Cuban, whose little finger was cut off, was indeed much more honest, but Zhang Mo did not dare to relax his vigilance and pressed it against Cubanan's waist with a machete. The two of them quickly walked to the stairs.

When Zhang Mo saw the miserable hunched head, he whispered: "Tell them that I have died together with the zombies and found good things on the zombies. Whatever you say, just get them down. Don't be tempted by me, you know, you are not my opponent."

Cubantou nodded, he looked upstairs, and he whispered: "Brother Crow."

Hearing his voice, Ryoko quickly responded: "Sunzi, how about it?"

The crow was beside Liangzi and held his breath and said nothing.

Cubantou felt the sharp knife edge that hurt him from behind. He suddenly showed a look of relief. He shouted: "Brother Crow! Don't come down! This kid..."

Zhang Mo's expression changed drastically. He really didn't expect that the timid Cun Bantou would tell the truth, but he did not hesitate. The machete in his hand suddenly pierced into Cun Bantou's body, and Cun Bantou screamed in response.

"Hold!"

Liangzi roared, but when he wanted to rush down, he was suddenly grabbed by the crow.

Zhang Mo pulled Cunbantou to the corridor beside him. Cunbantou's chest was stained with blood. Zhang Mo stared at Cunbantou and said solemnly: "I underestimate you."

Cunbanhai let out a painful moan, and he grinned with a difficult smile: "I... although I am timid, I am bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. I have done many bad things in my life, but that doesn't mean I will...betray my brother..."

Zhang Mo was speechless. He stared at the direction of the stairs and held the machete in his hand. His plan was destroyed and he might face a tough battle next.

"And I don't believe that you will be willing to leave my life after killing them, let alone...even if you really don't kill me, I can't escape the palm of this group of zombies. After so many days of the end of the world, my parents don't know life and death, but my sister was eaten by the zombies in front of me! My dear sister! Do you know?!"

The head of the Cub-Ban looked crazy and looked particularly ferocious.

"I've been surrounded by such a large group of zombies and could be eaten at any time. I've been a long time ago - my mother is crazy, and I've been a long time ago - my mother doesn't want to... I'm alive, but it's better to die in the hands of humans if I'm eaten by zombies..."

The sound of the Cun Bantou stopped abruptly and he died. The unsightly eyes still showed a confused look, as if he was silently resenting this broken world and the cruel end of the world.

Zhang Mo couldn't help but sigh. He was not regretting killing Cunbantou. The crime committed by Cunbantou was probably considered lighter if he killed him ten times. Zhang Mo was just lamenting the fragility of human nature. In fact, there is no clear boundary between good people and bad people. Good and evil are often only in a thought.

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