Chapter 211 The Dead and Missing in the Hungry Ghost Apocalypse

Chapter 211: The Dead and Missing in "The Hungry Ghost Apocalypse"

"It's almost time for us to retreat. The bloody smell is so strong that I don't know how much trouble it will cause."

Jiang Qian and Xue Yang picked up cloaks with less blood stains and wrapped them around themselves, using the limited secretions as a reliance on confusing the crawlers' taste, and prepared to evacuate.

Little Allen was still kneeling in front of the corpses of his three companions, his face full of guilt, and he couldn't bear to leave.

"Will you go with us?" Jiang Qian said in fluent English.

Out of humanitarian concern and strong curiosity about the "Ideal Town", Jiang Qian took the initiative to invite Little Allen to go with him.

But Little Allen instinctively wanted to resist: "Can I say no?"

"In theory, you can. But I don't think you are so lucky to get back alive from here to the "Ideal Town" you mentioned." Jiang Qian objectively described his judgment.

He knew very well that this city now not only has a large number of crawlers, but also has mixed in many more dangerous and brutal super-species players like them.

The abilities of these players far exceed the imagination of the natives, and their behavioral logic considers "winning" more than anything else. Simply put, most of these people will not consider the thoughts and experiences of the natives in the dungeon.

Therefore, the fate of little Allen can be imagined: either death or a miserable death.

But little Allen is very stubborn!

"I don't want to follow you anymore... Well, I'm causing you trouble. If possible, please let me leave alone..."

He carefully searched for words, fearing that he would accidentally offend Jiang Qian.

"Okay, then I wish you good luck."

Jiang Qian said calmly, and gave him one of the weapons and equipment collected from his companions.

There is no way, since the other party is so confident, then "the transaction failed."

Jiang Qian decisively gave up little Allen in Xue Yang's surprised gaze, and turned to move towards the planned destination.

"Old Jiang? This kid, are you really not going to take it?" Xue Yang caught up with Jiang Qian, "Doesn't this kid have information that you are interested in?"

"We can't take care of ourselves." Jiang Qian's answer was simple.

"Oh..." Xue Yang nodded, not quite understanding, and followed Jiang Qian's pace.

In fact, there is another fundamental reason for doing this: Jiang Qian needs to ensure Xue Yang's survival rate.

If he is the only one entering the dungeon this time, with the super crystal as a guarantee, his decision-making system will be completely different.

The two of them had just walked a few steps wrapped in cloaks.

There were hurried footsteps behind them, and the breathless cry for help from little Alan!

"Wait for me, help!!"

Along with the cry for help, there was also a strange "scratch, scratch" crawling sound.

Jiang Qian and Xue Yang turned around and saw that behind little Alan, three or five sturdy crawlers were chasing him relentlessly!

Because little Alan couldn't let go of his dead companions, he wanted to bring back some relics from them for burial, but he accidentally waited for the army of crawlers looking for the smell of blood.

Originally, he was wrapped in a cloak and was clean, but he stayed where he was and ran directly into the sight of the crawlers, which was very showy.

The problem is that little Alan has no survival skills.

His first reaction was: choose the lesser of two evils!

Following Jiang Qian, although he was a little nervous, at least he would not be eaten by the ferocious crawlers...

"Trouble is coming..."

Jiang Qian sighed softly.

He pulled out the weapon he had just taken from the dead from his bag - an M16 automatic rifle, and aimed it in the direction of little Alan with a very standard gun-holding action.

When little Alan looked terrified, Jiang Qian fired several shots and hit a crawler that was approaching instantly.

"The gun is good."

He continued to shoot while evaluating the experience of using the weapon.

The bullet exploded not far from little Alan, and the fragments of the crawler's limbs sprayed radially on the chestnut-haired boy, arousing the boy's strong emotions, and he shouted and rushed towards Jiang Qian and Xue Yang!

However, the number of crawlers behind him continued to increase.

Jiang Qian put down the automatic rifle and frowned slightly: "This little brat is really a big trouble..."

Xue Yang beside him was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

In anxiety, he suddenly turned around and stared in horror at the many creepers that gradually surrounded him from behind!

"Old Jiang, we are trapped!"

"Don't panic, Xue Yang, take out your weapons."

Jiang Qian had put away his hot weapons and replaced them with cold weapons: also "borrowed" from the dead: a saber!

Xue Yang took out two kitchen knives and waved them at the approaching creepers eagerly.

He moved forward and backward, his movements were agile and fast!

Although it didn't cause any fatal blows to the creepers, it could disrupt their approaching rhythm to some extent...

Jiang Qian was different.

After all, it was the highest evolution level of the three-state fusion in this copy category!

Compared with the flower Xiao Allen in the greenhouse and the novice Xue Yang, his method of wielding a knife to kill creepers can be described as: cruel, cold, skilled and even inhumane.

The flesh and blood of the creepers rubbed between the sharp blades of the sabers, breaking into strips and pieces, one pool, one piece.

Little Alan opened his eyes wide, without blinking!

In a blink of an eye, blood flowed like a river...

He stared at Jiang Qian's back in infinite horror. This was the cruelest murder scene he had ever seen in his life.

Until Jiang Qian finished the killing, turned around, looked him up and down with a pair of beast-like cold eyes, and asked: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Little Alan got out of his highly nervous state in an instant!

In addition to Jiang Qian's reminder, there was also a sharp pain in his wrist that was like a bone-eating pain.

"Ah--"

Little Allen screamed and knelt down holding his arm.

He looked at the black pus and blood flowing from the wound on his wrist, his cheeks were pale, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and veins bulged. His mind was quickly occupied by the "pain" that invaded!

"Did he get stung by the bullet ant?" Xue Yang ran over from the side, sweating profusely, and immediately speculated when he saw the situation of Little Allen.

"It's very likely, it's a bit troublesome..." Jiang Qian hesitated for a moment and quickly calculated the remaining food reserves.

Then, the fangs on the fingertips stretched out...

Little Allen, who had fallen to the ground and curled up, was suffering from unbearable pain.

This severe pain, accompanied by burning and cramps, raged in his blood, muscles and even bones, causing his reason to quickly disintegrate.

Just when he was about to collapse and cry, his injured arm was forcibly pulled up.

Another strange stinging pain spread through the skin and blood!

The chilly chill along the capillaries fought against the burning around the wound, bringing an indescribable wonderful experience!

Then, the pain eased...

Little Allen felt that his lost reason was returning to him.

At the same time, he heard a familiar voice.

"Old Jiang, you... you used super-species power?"

"Well, otherwise he would be dead."

"Then... are you hungry now?"

"I really want to braise, steam, stir-fry or stew this fat white boy."

"I want to, too." Xue Yang swallowed his saliva and tried to transfer the guy in his hand to Jiang Qian, "Here's the kitchen knife!"

Little Allen took a breath of cold air!

Jiang Qian looked at Little Allen, his voice still gentle: "You don't want to be eaten alive, right? Then tell us about the 'Ideal Town'."

...

In the woods outside the city.

The burly buddy with a strong northeastern accent turned his head and smiled at the old man of the canyon with a simple face with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Then he immediately turned around and continued to concentrate on persuading the leading black man to leave the reason for Canyon Lao Liu.

Of course, English was used throughout the process.

Canyon Lao Liu, who was hung upside down on the tree, was empty throughout the process...

A minute later, Canyon Lao Liu was put down by two strong men who could not communicate with words, and finally stood on the ground again, but his hands were not untied.

The Northeastern buddy with thick eyebrows and big eyes quickly stepped forward to take him!

"Just follow me, I will help you keep an eye on him!"

"Yeah." The black brute snorted, which was considered an agreement.

The group gathered together and discussed for a while, quickly buried the trap again, and whispered to the Northeastern buddy and Canyon Lao Liu to follow the team.

When the team started to move forward, the "helpful" Northeastern buddy came up happily and lowered his voice to "connect" with Canyon Lao Liu. Of course, he spoke in Chinese:

"Monkey brother, we are one of us~ I am 'Northeast Home Cooking'!"

Canyon Lao Liu looked at each other with a little surprise.

Northeastern Home Cooking is a die-hard fan who has read his guide collection!

Before the live broadcast of the "Children's Paradise" breakthrough, when the forum was not so popular, this guy chased Lao Liu to get experience, and he is definitely Lao Liu's "senior reader"!

Although he doesn't like to leave messages, his frequent large rewards still impress Lao Liu.

This is really meeting one of his own... Canyon Lao Liu was surprised.

Of course, he didn't show it excessively on his face, but just nodded slightly to indicate that he had received the other party's message.

The group continued to move forward quickly and quietly, shuttling left and right in the woods.

During this period, Home Cooking did not continue to try to communicate with Canyon Lao Liu, as if to avoid attracting attention and suspicion.

Canyon Lao Liu silently observed the configuration of this team.

A total of 8 people, 5 blacks, 2 whites, and 1 yellow.

Each of them is big and strong, and there is a clear difference in size from Asians.

The black man in the lead is the strongest and most powerful in the group, but it is obviously easy to fool.

The good news is that Home Cooking seems to have a good relationship with the black man, which gradually relieved him.

But he couldn't relax completely before figuring out the origins and purpose of this group of people.

After a long journey, Canyon Lao Liu followed the black man, Home Cooking and others to a prison on the edge of the city.

Canyon Lao Liu's interest was instantly aroused, and he examined the situation of the prison: the damaged iron gate had been reinforced and wrapped with thick barbed wire.

Anti-collision facilities were also arranged on the open space outside the iron net.

If an outsider drove in, the whole car would be scrapped at the first time.

The strangest thing was the jars placed around the iron gate.

He was not sure what was in it, but it seemed that this thing played a significant role in defending against the attack of the creepers.

At least, Canyon Lao Liu did not find the remains of the creepers in the arc formed by the jars.

He continued to observe this unfamiliar environment calmly.

It is possible that there is a sniper rifle aimed at his head from a window not far away. If he moves a little, his head and body will be separated in an instant.

The black man approached the iron gate and briefly explained a few words to his companions hiding in the small house. Soon, the iron gate opened, and the returning team quickly entered the prison with Canyon Laoliu.

Then, Canyon Laoliu found that he had underestimated the size of "this team".

After entering the prison, there were two "gate gods" guarding each checkpoint, and almost everyone was equipped with hot weapons, that is, guns. This shows that this team not only has achieved militarized management, but also has a rich reserve of ammunition and weapons!

They are not scattered soldiers, but a human "legion" with real combat effectiveness.

I don't know how long they followed the team, and they stopped one after another in a spacious space similar to the employee cafeteria.

Not long after, a bald man with a cold face and dark eyes came out. There were two followers who were like "entourage" or "bodyguards" beside him.

As soon as he saw the black man, his cold face immediately became enthusiastic, and he stretched out his arms to hug the black brother.

"My Michael, welcome back!" The bald man hugged the black man and asked impatiently, "Have you found Mei?"

The black man called Michael shook his head with a complicated expression.

Then the bald man's expression froze, and he scratched his bald head with his hands, feeling annoyed but unable to vent.

"She hasn't been back for two days." The bald man shook his head and sighed.

In the current disaster environment, everyone knows what "falling behind" means.

"Dan, we will do what you say!" Michael said loyally.

Home-cooked dishes and Canyon Laoliu stood in the team silently, quietly waiting for the explosive news revealed in the conversation between the two.

However, at this moment, the bald man suddenly raised his head, staring at the "new face" in Michael's team with sharp and cold eyes, frowning and asking:

"Are there new people joining today?"

...

The next day, a group of men and women wrapped in sticky cloaks arrived at the place where their companions lost contact yesterday.

The scene before their eyes was horrifying:

There were fragments of crawlers everywhere, and the dirty blood flowed and polluted the whole street, which was unbearable to look at. Even if the target of the crime was a crawler, this method was still too cruel.

They walked heavily and carefully identified the corpses.

Finally, three bodies that had been gnawed into white bones were found at the corner of the street.

"They are dead..."

The leading white uncle said sadly.

At the same time, he stretched out his sturdy arms with complex totems, personally checked the three bones, and collected the scattered items left by his companions from all over the surrounding area.

Then he turned to look at the crowd and said with certainty:

"It was not the creepers that killed them."

As soon as this was said, the companions who accompanied him immediately reacted with surprise or confusion.

"Could it be the rumored new variant?" someone whispered.

"No way, haven't new variants always been just rumors? Hey, is that really possible?"

"Don't be too optimistic, what else can't happen in this fucking world?"

...

While everyone was talking, the tattooed uncle turned around expressionlessly: "The existence of the new variant has been confirmed."

...

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