The iron rod is good, even though it has been broken, the fracture is sharp.

There was no more suitable weapon than it, and Tang Ling held it tightly without hesitation.

After experiencing the killing, his brain seemed to be clearer. Tang Ling knew that in this situation, he should not expect to return to the safe area at all. Manglin was relatively safe.

And the obsession in his heart also led him. He had to go back again. He couldn't find his mother-in-law, but also found his sister.

As for what happens afterwards?

The 17th safe area will never allow these corpses to wander. As long as the environment in the settlement can be maintained relatively safe, there will always be new people who will make the place "broader".

Tang Ling's thoughts were so clear, but what was rolling in his heart was pain and anger that he could not express himself.

He ran quickly, and the corpsemen gathered towards Tang Ling from all directions. No one could explain their ability to pursue fresh flesh and blood, just like the sharks in the sea's sensitivity to blood.

With the first experience of waking up the corpse-killer, it is not too difficult for Tang Ling, who has a strong learning ability in combat, to kill the second one, let alone a handy "weapon"?

So, along the way, the second and third... more and more corpses died at Tang Ling's hands.

If he was still clumsy at the beginning, when he was killing the seventh corpse man, Tang Ling was already familiar with it.

Direct attack, facing the weakness of the corpse man, penetrated through his eyes, just the moment the corpse man hit him.

This is simply a kind of precise ‘art’, but unfortunately no one can appreciate the boy’s amazing fighting talent in the empty seat belt.

With a "puff", Tang Ling was already out of breath. There were countless corpses here, and his precise instinct could not turn into endless physical strength to save him.

But Tang Ling still ran numbly. After losing her mother-in-law and sister, life and death actually became very light, but he was unwilling to die just like this.

Besides, the anger in his heart burned him, and the familiar heat flow had burst into his limbs and began to gather towards his heart.

Tang Ling knew that the strange state was about to begin. Just a little more anger would become a killing machine like that night.

In fact, it was clear that God was playing tricks on him all along the way? All the corpses he killed were those who once treated their family with kindness.

How can you not be angry? How can you not be sad?

"Is it still..." Tang Ling had no expression, but his eyes became colder and colder. "Can you get another one?"

It is less than two hundred meters away from the edge of the woods. According to the current density of corpses, Tang Ling can no longer break through the siege.

The precise instinct told him that as long as he ran less than twenty meters along this direction, he would be surrounded by more than five corpses from all directions.

Transformation is the only hope now.

What’s ridiculous is that should I look forward to this hope? Or should I just die and get rid of it?

The cold iron rod was smooth and covered in blood from the corpse. God quickly gave Tang Ling a choice. A corpse roaring with excitement caught up with Tang Ling.

Almost subconsciously turned around, Tang Ling raised the iron rod in her hand, but her hand began to tremble slightly involuntarily.

The corpse in front of me seemed very "lucky". She should have died without suffering too much pain during her lifetime.

So its clothes are quite clean and the traces of decay are not too heavy, except for the fatal wound on the right shoulder.

Such a corpse is like before his death.

Looking at it, Tang Ling's mind was like an explosion, but this corpse man had no emotional fluctuations except for the excitement of finding blood food. He lowered his body and rushed towards Tang Ling without hesitation...

The wind with a fishy smell blew again, and also brought indestructible fragments of memory.

In Tang Ling's memory.

The whole era is gray, but the time spent with my mother-in-law and sister is warm and yellow, like the gentle sunshine in the early morning.

But the only time with a beautiful and hazy color is maintained on the corpse in front of you.

"Why is my face so dirty? Oh, it's broken here..." The clean handkerchief brushed across his face, and his soft hands were gently placed on the wound.

Her breathing was sweet, her smile was like a blue butterfly flower blooming in the countryside, and the sincere heartache and pity in her eyes were like a clear lake, which instantly flooded Tang Ling.

In the evening when he was thirteen, Tang Ling's heartbeat for the first time.

Xiao Ye, this extremely simple name has been imprinted in his heart since then.

later...

The thought was just a moment, and the corpse was less than five meters away from Tang Ling. The familiar eyes in the boy's dream no longer had the lake-like eyes or the smile like flowers.

Only the gray and ruthless eyes and the crazy and greedy expression.

Tang Ling raised the iron rod in his hand, and the hot sweat rolled into his eyes, burning his eyes and blurring his vision.

"I will go to the Seventh Battalion of the settlement tomorrow." Panting, Tang Ling stood helplessly in front of the door, watching Xiao Ye packing his things one by one.

When Tang Ling heard that she was going to move out next door, she couldn't control herself, but she couldn't ask anything? Even the mother-in-law who told him the news did not say much about the reason.

Just a sigh.

"Why leave?"

"Because a girl has to rely on her partner when she grows up, I will be Hook of the Seventh Battalion from tomorrow..." She raised her eyes, her big eyes were still bright, and she couldn't tell whether it was calm or sad.

Tang Ling scratched the door frame and the wooden thorn thrust into his hands without realizing it. Hook? The bully who had the power to distribute drinking water in his settlement.

Xiaoye stood up and approached Tang Ling.

The soft lips fell on Tang Ling's forehead.

He left again in an instant, but turned around and left Tang Ling with a last smile.

With a "puff", the sharp iron rod penetrated into the corpse's eyes, just a short battle. Such accuracy had become Tang Ling's instinct.

Even though, the vision is so blurry.

Pulling out the iron rod, a liquid that couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears slid from Tang Ling's right eye, and a stream of sadness began to spread between her fingers.

‘Hu, Hu…’ Tang Ling’s breathing sound was like a wild beast. He was not so tired. He just felt unable to breathe. The cruel and cold era made him feel so depressed for the first time.

There is no place for memories to be placed.

"You went to the Seventh Battalion, and I never went there again. Although, occasionally, I miss you." It doesn't make any sense to tell the corpse man, but Tang Ling just wanted to say it.

If you say it, the memories that have nowhere to be placed, at least there are traces of the boy's thoughts?

Fortunately, this sadness like a huge wave was only a moment, and the next moment, the heat flow of heart bursting suddenly submerged Tang Ling.
Chapter completed!