Walking alone in the seat belt, the shouting wind seemed to have become more violent because of this loneliness.

The black clouds surging, and the black clouds gathered and dispersed, and were finally swept by the strong wind and wrapped into the distance, revealing the pale sky.

There is no sunshine or gloom.

But the white light pierced the eyes.

Sadness is a kind of "strong" power that makes Tang Ling unable to feel the cold, the distance, or even the time.

Maybe it's been a long time, maybe it's just a moment.

Tang Ling was finally on the edge of that transit station.

Looking at the ruins all over my eyes, the sky was not changing, but the sky light seemed to be more dazzling, but it didn't mean to go dark at all.

The transit station, which had just experienced the fire, was still filled with misty blue smoke, and the nose was full of pungent burnt and bloody smell, just like that night of shocking change.

Tang Ling rolled his throat, endured the huge pain, and slowly walked towards it.

The already muddy road was covered with broken rubble and debris, and became extremely irritating.

But Tang Ling had no intention of feeling this. His eyes were empty and confused, and he felt an indescribable numbness in his heart.

There seemed to be a force that pushed him, making him ignore everything and just move forward. Even Tang Ling forgot how he came out of the safe zone? How could he pass through the door of strict defense?

But at this time, Tang Ling could not think at all, and only the moment when her mother-in-law and sister were killed was left circling in his memory. He was frightened and sad, as if he had grabbed the only comfort, as if he had walked to the place where he was killed.

You can meet them again by yourself!

The sound of the rubble shattering appeared at Tang Ling's feet, which was extremely quiet and harsh.

But before Tang Ling could go deep into the transit station, the surroundings seemed to respond to his footsteps, and various tiny sounds sounded.

Crazy...

Crack...

Bang...

Tang Ling suddenly stopped, his body instinctively arched, and subconsciously shouted "Who"?

As the sound echoed in the seat belt, Tang Ling's breathing suddenly became rapid, and a clear and awake consciousness suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart and rushed into his somewhat dull and numb psychedelic brain.

How could I come here? Why did I have such an inexplicable impulse? It seems reasonable and extremely abrupt!

The memories I have walked along the way seem to be full of deviations, seemingly coherent but cannot recall details, and are full of a sense of incongruous breakage.

Unfortunately, there is no time left for Tang Ling to think.

As his words fell, the world was quiet for less than a second, and it seemed like an explosion. The secret and slim sounds around him were no longer covered, and turned into overwhelming noises.

One by one, twisted figures stood up swaying from the ground. In a ruin not far away, a pair of skin-colored, charred and flesh-rolled arms pushed away the debris covering it, and with a low roar, they also crawled out less than ten meters away from Tang Ling.

"Uncle Zhang?" A familiar name appeared in Tang Ling's mind, which coincided with the figure in front of him.

He died under the sword of the Ziyue Warrior. Did he wander here?

Tang Ling's mind echoed, but at this moment, a wind with a rotten smell blew across Tang Ling's face. Tang Ling suddenly leaned back and avoided the gray claws that grabbed his face!

The speed of the beast, with the stinking smell of decay, the cold gray eyes, and the desire to eat wildly.

Is he Uncle Zhang? The one in front of him is clearly a corpse!

Any human corpse will become a corpse if it is not cremated into ashes in time.

This is the iron rule of the times, no one can break it.

Looking at the figures surrounding the layers not far away, Tang Ling had almost no need to think about it and realized that he was surrounded by a corpse.

The appearance of "Uncle Zhang" is just the beginning of the movement of death.

He instantly fell into the abyss of despair, but Tang Ling could no longer continue to think about all this inexplicable thing.

His natural precision instinct allowed him to judge the entire situation at the first time.

While rolling, Tang Ling had already grabbed a sharp-edged stone in his hand, and then stopped his rolling body with a broken pillar.

Before there was any breath, Tang Ling turned over and stood up against the pillar. The fresh flesh and blood attracted the corpse. If he missed a blow, the corpse rushed towards Tang Ling again.

Under such circumstances, Tang Ling just took one step to the left, and jumped and turned around without thinking.

The body of the corpse happened to pounce on him at this time. Tang Ling's timely dodging made it empty, but the huge inertia made it unable to stop and hit the pillar.

Tang Ling also landed at this moment, and the landing point was extremely accurate behind the corpse!

The corpse man turned his head and let out an angry roar. The brain, which had lost its ability to think, was just instinctive anger. How could the weak prey escape?

Tang Ling pursed her lips and just instinctively strangled the corpse's neck from behind.

The sharp stone was raised high, and the corpse's claws were retracted and grabbed Tang Ling's arm.

If it is caught, Tang Ling will have only one result, that is, he will become a corpse man.

Without time to hesitate, the stone fell heavily on the back of the corpse's head, and the black plasma exploded in an instant.

The corpse's body suddenly stiffened and then became softer into Tang Ling's arm.

In fact, it is not very difficult. Under the knocking of hard stones, smashing a corpse's head is not much different from smashing a wild fruit.

A neat kill! But Tang Ling was not happy that his skills became agile and his strength became stronger. He was able to fully match his precise instinct for the first time.

Although once upon a time, he had a luxury that his body could keep up with his judgment.

"Ba", throwing away the stones in his hand, Tang Ling's face showed a painful and weird smile. The moment he smashed it, he and the corpse man looked at each other. Although the gray and greedy eyes were so strange, the face was familiar.

This pain spread quickly, accompanied by something called memory that allowed Tang Ling to enter 'purgatory' instantly.

Uncle Zhang, he seemed to be standing in front of him, waving a sharp stick with a sharp end and inserted it into the body of a sharp-toothed rabbit in front of him.

"Do you know? The moment the sharp-toothed rabbit jumps, it will reveal its soft belly and move quickly."

He seemed to smile shyly and kindly again, and quietly stuffed a small piece of dry food into his hands.

It was a small piece, but it saved the life of the family after two days of hunger.

...

Tang Ling pursed her lips tightly, and there was no tears.

In silence, he picked up a rusty iron rod for supporting the tent from the ruins next to him.
Chapter completed!