Six Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Meet the Enemy

Wei Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, startled in his heart. Shouted fiercely: "Dodge!"

The driver of the car also saw it, and subconsciously turned the steering wheel.

"Bang—" the car hit the guardrail next to it.

Standing on the roof, Mo Yan's eyes were extremely cold when he saw Wei Ming who hurried down from the car.

Sensing a strong killing intent, Wei Ming immediately looked in Mo Yan's direction. All I could see was the dark surrounding trees.

"Deputy leader, go ahead!" At this moment, a subordinate next to Wei Ming suddenly said.

When Wei Ming turned his head, he saw a figure standing there in the middle of the road a hundred meters away. Just as he looked over, the figure moved and slowly walked towards him.

But as soon as he moved, a few figures flashed out from the surroundings, and quietly landed behind him and followed him.

Wei Ming raised his gun and stared at the group of figures that suddenly appeared in front of him vigilantly.

When they saw the dark circles under the eyes and the eyes of various colors shining in the darkness, they all became nervous.

"It's a zombie!"

Wei Ming looked at the zombies approaching, and suddenly felt depressed. He was taken aback.

No, the opposite is the Zombie King! And several of them are!

"Quick retreat!" Wei Ming turned around immediately and shouted, and then he dodged and was ready to run away.

When he gave an order, his subordinates immediately understood what it meant. One by one immediately turned around and ran away.

The boss was scared away, so of course they would too!

But just as Wei Ming turned around and flashed less than ten meters away, the figure of the zombie figure behind him also flashed, and soon appeared in front of Wei Ming. Forcing Wei Ming to stop his figure.

The surroundings were pitch black, and Wei Ming could clearly feel the presence of the other party, but he couldn't see the other party's face clearly. And just now, I just took a rough look at it with the headlights in front.

But the cold killing intent on this zombie was so obvious that he couldn't ignore it. Now facing the other party at close range, Wei Ming feels that the other party's killing intent seems to be aimed at him.

With this awareness, Wei Ming's whole body tensed up. He took a step back and condensed two big fireballs with his hands. The light of the fireball illuminates the surrounding environment.

At this moment, Wei Ming finally saw the face of the zombie in front of him clearly. Half of his pale face was lined with blood vessels, his bluish-purple lips were tightly drawn into a line, and those dark eyes with a purple light shining in the middle were lifeless and full of murderous intent.

But the strange thing is that Wei Ming actually saw the hatred in it! He was a little puzzled, why could he see hatred? This is the first time he has met this zombie, and it seems that he has never offended him before.

But no matter what the hatred is, he doesn't care. Because the other party is a zombie!

He threw out the fireball in his hand violently, then dodged back quickly.

"Boom——" Mo Yan waved his hand casually, and several lightning bolts flashed down and hit the two fireballs flying towards him at the same time, instantly dispersing the fireballs.

There was another bolt of lightning chasing Wei Ming's retreating direction and struck.

The thunder and lightning struck down in an instant, and Wei Ming, who was retreating, had no time to dodge. It can only be used as a protective shield by arousing the supernatural powers of the whole body.

"Bang—" But the opponent's lightning still exploded his energy shield, and Wei Ming flew upside down. It hit the ground with another bang.

Where they are now is on a small hill. Because this is the outskirts, surrounded by barren mountains and mountains.

Just after Wei Ming fell to the ground with a bang, his whole body hurt so much that his reaction became much slower. At this moment, Mo Yan waved his hand, and once again threw two tiny bolts of lightning on Wei Ming's legs.

"Ah—" Wei Ming screamed, his legs were broken by lightning.

Only then did Mo Yan appear beside him in a flash. He looked at the current Wei Ming, and saw that there was no change from the previous few years.

Crouching down, he stretched out his hands and groped for the opponent.

When Mo Yan approached, Wei Ming finally came to his senses. Regardless of the pain in his leg, he raised his hand and hit Mo Yan with a ball tongue.

Mo Yan just turned around calmly, his figure immediately flashed to another direction, and kicked out at the same time.

"Crack——" Wei Ming's hand was kicked off immediately.

"Ah—" Wei Ming screamed again in pain. The features on the face became hideous, twisted and wrinkled together.

He could tell that the zombie didn't intend to kill him right away. Is this to torture him? Why?

Moreover, this zombie is at least a second-level king, and Wei Ming already knows that he cannot escape. Death is so close to him, but Wei Ming is not afraid. Because he is a person who has dealt with death many times.

Whether it's the underworld before the apocalypse, or the zombies everywhere after the apocalypse.

But what is this zombie king looking for in him?

The injury on the leg and the fractured hand caused Wei Ming to lose his mind due to the pain, but when he felt Mo Yan groping around himself, he also felt a flash of bewilderment.

Soon, Mo Yan found a flashlight, paper and pen from him. Then he turned on the light and bit it in his mouth. Then write on the paper with your hands.

Seeing him writing, Wei Ming froze. He saw the zombie writing? Is he dazzled?

Wei Ming suspected that he was wrong, maybe it was the severe pain all over his body that made him hallucinate. He closed his eyes, then opened them again. Seeing that the other party had finished writing, he put the words on the paper in front of him, took the flashlight from his mouth, and pointed it at it to illuminate it.

After Wei Ming saw the words written on it, his eyes widened.

——Do you know what it feels like to be cut off with a knife?

After Wei Ming's eyes widened, he suddenly showed a frightened expression. He raised his head in fear and stared at Mo Yan's face which he couldn't see clearly.

"You...you..." Wei Ming shouted at Mo Yan with a confused face, but he couldn't say anything.

At this moment, Mo Yan drew a short saber from his foot, and the cold light of the metal flashed past.

"No...impossible! You're not Mo Yan...he's dead! He's already dead!" Wei Ming suddenly regained his energy and twisted his body to back up. But his legs can no longer move, and only one of his hands can move.

And the saber in Mo Yan's hand turned nimbly, and he held it back in his hand. Then he stabbed Wei Ming's arm.

"Ah—" The miserable cry of pain resounded through the hillside.

And Wei Ming's other team members were quickly hunted down by other zombie kings. By the time Wei Ming died, Mo Yan had cut all his flesh into a bloody mess. A large amount of blood seeped into the ground where he was lying, and the surrounding ground was covered with slices of fresh meat.

Mo Yan stood up, smelling the sweet smell of blood in the air with an intoxicated face, and then turned to leave.