A putrid smell permeated the room, the floor was dripping with liquid dissolved from corpses, and horrific corpses were walking around in a daze.

"Take your time, don't be in a hurry, I won't miss anyone."

In such an environment, Li Zhi sat on a stool and carefully recorded the deeds of these old people without checking whether what they said was true or false.

They are the forgotten people after the war.

And Li Zhi, too.

After finishing recording, I packed up the pen and paper on the table and stuffed them into my white coat.

"The interview is over, should we talk about other things, such as you."

The originally lively room suddenly fell into deathly silence.

All the old people looked at Li Zhi coldly, cold breath emanating from their bodies, and a gray mist suddenly filled the air.

This is a strong aura of death.

They are all dead. There is natural hatred between the dead and the living. When the wishes of the dead are fulfilled, that is when they no longer need the living.

"I don't know what keeps you in this weird state, but if you continue like this, you will be in pain.

A pure soul cannot survive even if it is put on rotten and thick clothes of flesh and blood. It will only cause the soul to be polluted, eventually lose its mind, and degenerate into a complete monster.

So...I will send you to liberation and go to where you should go."

Li Zhi took out an ax from his clothes.

Even if these corpses can move, think, and speak.

But as long as they are chopped into pieces and burned to ashes, they will truly rest in peace.

At the same time that Li Zhi took out his axe, all the old people rushed towards Li Zhi, and the cold atmosphere almost completely obscured the surrounding area.

Although these old people are old, death has given them faster speed and more powerful power than young people.

If they were the zombies in "Resident Evil" before, now they are the zombies in "World War Z".

Coupled with a body that can ignore ordinary damage, each of them has around second-level strength.

But for Li Zhi, no matter how much he is at the second level, it is not enough!

Just as he was about to chop these old vegetables into pieces, Wang Sini suddenly rushed over and held down Li Zhi's hand.

Li Zhi frowned and did not forcefully break away, but was directly overwhelmed by these living dead.

Corpses were piled on top of each other, and everywhere they looked there were rotting bodies. But what surprised Li Zhi was that these living dead did not attack him.

Mrs. Zhao, who was on the innermost floor, raised her finger to her mouth with the finger of an unknown corpse: "Shh, don't make a sound, it's coming."

Boom, boom, boom...

Heavy footsteps came from outside the door, and all the corpses subconsciously held their breath.

A huge, pale palm rested on the door frame, and then a head wearing an iron hood entered the door.

"What are you doing? I seem to smell the scent of a living person."

This is a three-meter-tall monster, with chains wrapped around his body, wearing armor made of thick iron, and carrying a huge skull-crushing hammer in his hand.

The aura of death exuded by one of his demons is even greater than that of all the old people here. The air around him is alienated, and the twisted mini-dead souls are wailing all the time.

"We're...exercising."

Old Zhaotou stood outside the circle, trembling and said to the monster.

The monster's huge head sniffed hard for a few times. No smell of strangers could be detected, so he slowly walked downstairs, dragging the huge skull-crushing hammer.

It wasn't until the strange aura of the monster completely disappeared that the pile of corpses piled up into a hill dispersed.

Li Zhi stood up from the ground speechlessly, looking at his clothes with a displeased expression on his face.

The white coat he wore was the Robe of Resentment obtained from Jueneng Temple, which he dyed pure white with paint.

This was the first time in so many years that he wore a clean white coat, but it was stained with some dark red blood.

"That was the patrol just now. Once a stranger enters Xinghong Garden and is hit by it, he will be skinned and cramped, and die in a miserable state..."

"I don't care what the patrolman is, my clothes..."

Old Zhao hit his walking stick hard: "Young man, actually we have another purpose for bringing reporters here."

"oh?"

Li Zhi temporarily ignored his clothes.

"We want to kill that thing!"

…

More than half a month ago, Xinghongyuan Community was as peaceful as usual.

"That child hasn't been here for several days." Old Zhaotou said with emotion.

Mrs. Zhao responded: "He is not related to us, so he can't always help us with our work. He probably won't come here again in the future."

All the people living here are elderly people. They don’t even own property, and even the garbage has to be taken out of the community by themselves every day.

A while ago, a young man wearing a mask came.

This young man is very diligent and has solved most of the solvable problems in the community in a few days, making the lives of the elderly much more comfortable.

"Will he really never come again?"

A man wearing a black robe and a stooped body appeared behind the old couple at some point.

Old Zhaotou frowned: "I don't know that guy, how do I know if he will come..."

Tear!

Old Zhaotou fell to the ground, and the dark claws of the black-robed figure pinched a piece of flesh and blood that was still beating faintly. This was Old Zhaotou's throat.

"No matter whether he comes again or not, this place is mine!"

"Old man!"

Mrs. Zhao was so stimulated by this scene that she fainted immediately. A black light flashed and her scalp flew out.

"She was so unafraid, I wanted to chop off her head."

After killing the two old men, the figure in black robe opened his arms and showed a ferocious smile:

"This is a forgotten place that no one pays attention to. It is full of old people who have stepped into the realm of death. With Rachel here, the War Investigation Bureau will not notice this place for a while. There is no better choice than here.

Already."

Gray-black aura emanated from his body and condensed into three monsters wearing iron armor.

These monsters rushed into residential buildings and quickly killed every old man they saw. Even Jing Yanlong, who came here to collect protection fees, was stabbed in the waist by a back stab.

The old people in Xinghongyuan, who had no ability to resist, were slaughtered to death by these three monsters.

After doing all this, the figure in black robe walked into the garden in the center of the community, sat cross-legged on the ground and raised his hands.

"It's time to wake up and provide nourishment for my children..."

Inexplicable power enveloped the entire community, and all the corpses twitched at the same time.

Old Zhao stood up and picked up his lost throat, while Mrs. Zhao picked up her scalp and wanted to find some glue to stick it on.
Chapter completed!