Chapter 20 Enmity

Tap, tap, tap.

Footsteps sounded behind Feng Tiegen.

The soles of the feet, which were covered with sticky and dirty blood, rubbed against the fine gravels on the concrete road, which was extremely harsh in the silent night.

Feng Tiegen didn't dare to turn his head back, but desperately moved his fractured ankle, and staggered forward step by step.

The pain that was so severe that it stabbed the brain, in the face of fear and desire to survive, he had to give in.

Slap.

The sound of bones breaking was so clear that Feng Tiegen staggered and fell to the ground. He struggled and turned around, looking at the specific and thin zombie, his face was covered with tears, snot and dust.

Heizhi bent his back and stepped slowly towards Feng Tiegen. The indescribable bright red organs fell from its gumless mouth, and the only remaining one eye was cloudy white and lifeless.

It bowed its waist, its narrow and sharp nails swayed in the wind, scratching the ground unconsciously.

Accompanied by harsh noises, the concrete floor was torn by nails, leaving deep scars.

"Mother!" Feng Tiegen shouted hoarsely with tears running down his face, "Mother, it's not that I want to starve you to death, it's Zhang Cuifang, it's that woman Zhang Cuifang who won't give you food!"

Hei Zong ignored it.

Hatred, grievance, grief, despair. These extreme emotions that brought the dead back to life completely dominated the black mind,

Its long-rotten mind has no room for anything but vengeance.

Facing the black stiff face, Feng Tiegen sat slumped on the ground, backed away with hands and feet together,

"I am Tie Gen, Tie Gen! I am your own son!"

"Mom! Do you still remember? My father died early, and it was you who pulled me up with shit and urine."

"There was a natural disaster in the village that year, and everyone had nothing to eat. You have been upright all your life. In order to feed me and my grandma, you had to become a mouse that stole food and brought food from the wind mill in the commune."

"The commune found that there was a decrease in food, and searched it strictly to prevent entrainment."

"You had no choice but to sneak into the windmill before you got off work, took advantage of the darkness, endured vomiting, and swallowed the dry and coarse grain one by one, filling your stomach with gulps. "

"My grandma and I were dizzy from hunger at home. When you came home, your face was flushed, and you bent down to touch the wooden basin and began to retch."

"Grandma and I thought you were sick, and we cried while holding you. You were sweating all over your body, and your back was arched like a shrimp."

"The sound of vomiting was like thunder, and the peas, accompanied by the smell of saliva and blood, fell into the tub like pearls."

"You raised your head, smiled at me, and said hoarsely: 'Son, my mother and I are saved.'"

"Day by day, grandma and I finally don't have to go hungry, but you've lost weight like a reed."

"Our family survived the famine."

Feng Tiegen's eyes were red, and he knelt on the ground facing his mother's zombie, crying, "Mother, I'm sorry for you, I'm not human, mother."

Hei Zong stopped in his tracks and stood in front of his son. There seemed to be a strange expression flashing across his ugly, shriveled face.

It trembled and bent down, reaching out to hug Feng Tiegen.

Just as Feng Tiegen showed joy on his face, the next second, he was tightly bound by his stiff arms.

The stiff black hands clamped Feng Tiegen like iron tongs, making the latter's complexion flushed red, and the veins on his face popped out.

"mother......"

Feng Tiegen's eyes popped out, and he moaned a word from his throat.

Click.

Bones were broken, organs were ruptured, and Feng Tiegen was dead, slipping from the black embrace like a puddle of mud.

Hei Zong stood there, staring blankly at the corpse at its feet. After a long time, it squatted down, opened the abdomen of the dead corpse, searched and scratched, chewed and swallowed.

As the blood was eaten, the zombie's skin, which was as dry as tree bark, gradually became moist, and the hair on its body shone with luster.

If its body has not decayed, if its wisdom has not died out, it will laugh and cry wildly.

Unfortunately, there were neither tears nor smiles on that dark face.

Suddenly, Hei Zang, who was chewing his internal organs, smelled the scent of a stranger. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the forest above the stone wall of the Panshan Highway.

After a while, Li Ang came out from the shadows of the trees, jumped off the stone wall, and stood on the road.

He relied on the function of the mask to weaken the sense of existence, and had been hiding and peeping in the woods for more than ten minutes, silently watching Hezombie complete its revenge.

"An injustice has a head, a debt has an owner, there is a grudge for revenge, and an injustice for injustice."

Li Ang didn't care whether Hei Zong could understand or not, and said calmly: "Zombies gather the resentment of the world and are born with negative energy. They use resentment as power and feed on flesh and blood. I won't stop you from taking revenge, but now that the vengeance has been wiped out, it's time On the road."

Hei Zhan didn't say a word, and responded with silence.

A person and a corpse face each other silently under the night. The small truck that hit the stone pile and was emitting light smoke seems to finally be unable to hold on. The headlights of the car flicker and then gradually turn dark.

The moment the headlights went out, Heizhi froze.

Its figure was like a ghost, with a stride, it flew over a distance of more than ten meters lightly, flashed in front of Li Ang, and swung its claws.

The long and narrow nails cut the air, making a sharp sound of piercing through the air. Li Ang, who had been prepared for a long time, stuck his feet on the ground like cast iron, his upper body was straight like a board, and he leaned back.

Li Ang, who avoided the claw attack with the iron bridge, picked up the short-barreled shotgun loaded with steel ball bullets before standing up, and fired obliquely at the black stiff chest.

Gunshots roared, projectiles burst out, even though the zombies were covered in black hair for protection, they were knocked back a few steps by the sudden huge impact.

Li Ang then stood up and changed the bullets, and without even looking at it, another shotgun shot went towards Hei Zong.

The steel ball flew out, completely smashing the shroud on Hei Zong's body, but was blocked by the messy pile of long black hairs, making it difficult to enter.

Li Ang quickly changed the bullets, retreated while shooting, and dodged into the woods in two or three steps, hiding.

Hei Zong slammed on the ground, and his small and plain Shouxie made a big pothole on the concrete surface, and his figure shot into the forest like an arrow from the string.

In the forest, the leaves are lush and the branches are overgrown. It is dark and silent.

The zombie stepped on the pile of soft dead leaves, opened and closed its nose, and sniffed lightly.

Suddenly, the zombie suddenly raised its head, only to see a black shadow descending from the sky, it was Li Ang who had been crouching on the top of a tree more than ten meters high just now.

Li Ang fell all the way, holding an ax in his right hand and a gun in his left, following the momentum of gravity, he slashed hard at the black stiff Tianling Gai with the axe.

In the blink of an eye, Hei Zang only had time to raise his left arm and block it in front of him.

The camping ax made of high-quality 420 steel is tough and sharp. The curved ax blade unscrupulously tears the black hair on the surface, chisels into the shrinking and withered arm of the zombie, and leaves a deep wound on the radius of the arm.

Before Heizang could make a move, Li Ang, who was stepping on the pile of soft fallen leaves, had already stood firm, holding the short-barreled shotgun in his left hand, and put the muzzle of the gun directly under the ulna of Heizang's left arm.

Li Ang pulled the trigger, only to hear a dull "bang", densely packed steel balls were embedded in the black hair of the zombie's arm.

Those black hairs of unknown material can certainly withstand the impact of the weakened bullets, but at such a short distance, the shotgun bullets still shattered the stiff bones of the left arm,

The whole arm drooped like plasticine.

The long black hair on the left arm swayed in the wind, trying to hook the ax blade, but the stainless steel ax blade coated with anti-corrosion and anti-oxidation coating was like a ruthless scumbag, easily breaking free from the shackles of the black hair.

Li Ang drew his axe, and made another slash, wrapped in the wind, and slashed hard at the stiff neck.