Chapter 383 Chasing and Killing

In a wilderness next to the national road, there were originally a group of survivors stationed here, not as chaotic as refugees, but it was only a place where more than a hundred people were stationed, but at this time there was no trace of popularity in this place. The hundreds of survivors were all turned into incomplete wreckage on the ground, with blood all over the ground, and the corpses had been eaten so that they couldn't be seen, with intestines and other things hanging from their bodies.

The ground was bloody and stinky.

When Junzhi and Sinchu came here, they saw this scene in front of them. In the distance, there were a few zombies eating the remaining human flesh, but the best part of the meat had already been eaten. clean.

"It happened about a day ago." Junzhi's voice sounded.

While rushing forward, Zui Chu cut off the heads of those zombies with a knife in his hand, and at the same time told his twin brother: "Which place is this?"

"Fifth place." Junzhi replied lightly: "I can almost find out the other party's route, and I can catch up as soon as tomorrow."

"En." Zui Chu responded softly, and the few remaining zombies had been beheaded by the little girl.

"However, sister." Junzhi hesitated: "The other party has looted five small human strongholds. It is estimated that the combat power has improved these days. The number cannot be estimated. We may not be able to handle it alone."

With a flick of his wrist, Zui Chu shook off the black blood drops on Tang Dao, and said in a cold voice, "Catch up first."

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"How is it?" An old man with rough skin, yellow and dark skin, but a kind face looked at Chu Han expectantly, holding an unclean and broken plate in his hand, with some pancakes on it.

"Delicious." Wangcai answered for Chu Han.

"Hehehe, as long as it tastes good, my craft is inherited from the ancestors, and it's just that there is no place to show it in the last days." The old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were deep, and he suddenly paused, covered Hui Hui blinked: "Why did your voice sound a little strange just now?"

"Oh, talking while eating, the voice is of course strange." Chu Han answered casually, smiling and looking at Wangcai who was eating extravagantly on the table.

"That's true." The old man nodded solemnly, then smiled brightly like a chrysanthemum, and pushed the pancake in his hand towards Chu Han: "There are more, eat more."

Chu Han glanced at the old man's thin figure, and took it with a smile: "Thank you."

"No thanks no thanks.

The old man quickly waved his hands: "I—"

"Hey! Are you done? Waited for a long time!" Suddenly, a domineering voice in the room interrupted the old man's words, with a strong sense of threat: "If you don't work, I will feed you to zombies, old and immortal things!"

Chu Han looked in front of him, the weather in the north was very cold, the snow on the ground was trampled and muddy, it was a small village, and he was sitting on a big rock outside a mud house, in front of him was a man with a broken leg On the wooden table, a snow-white rabbit ate itself into a ball.

The door of the earthen house next to it was closed tightly, and there was a burst of heat coming from the gap, as if there was a fire inside. The person who spoke just now was full of air, and his status in this small village was not small.

The old man in front of him was seventy years old, blind, wearing a short jacket that could not cover his forearms, his exposed skin was blackened from the cold, his trousers were even thinner, his shoes were torn to reveal his toes, and his figure was even thinner. It's like being blown into the sky by the wind and snow.

His body stinks, his clothes are dirty, and his craftsmanship is not as good as what he said was inherited from his ancestors. At most, the pancakes are cooked.

"Hush!" Hearing the shouts from the people inside, the old man whispered to Chu Han in a panic: "Don't be discovered, you save these and eat slowly, I'll go and deliver pancakes to my son first."

"Okay." Chu Han responded with a smile, but his eyes were terribly cold.

After the old man entered the house, Chu Han glanced at himself. He was dressed in long trousers and a coat against the cold wind. There was no trace of dust on his body, his fingers were clean, and he was dressed in luxury. He carried crystals worth 20,000 points with him. A modern solar-powered wrangler with enough food to drive everyone in this village crazy.

"That's his son?" Wang Cai didn't know whether he was talking to Chu Han or sighing to himself.

"Yes, it's his son." Chu Han repeated, got up, picked up Wangcai, stuffed it into his pocket, and walked towards the exit of the village.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment, he was afraid that he would lose control and want to kill someone.

Not long after Chu Han left, a group of black-robed men suddenly came to the village. Twenty black-robed men covered themselves tightly and stepped into this small village, causing quite a commotion.

People close the gates or pack things as quickly as possible. They are very good at these. In order to avoid zombies, these people often migrate. This small village is only a place for them to live temporarily. Fortunately, there is a residence here.

They didn't know what a different species was, they just felt that the opportunity had come.

On the other hand, there was another person who walked out of the room excitedly with a smile in his heart, and boldly greeted the twenty black-robed men in front of him, and the son of the old man who brought pancakes to Chu Han was among them.

This person was about forty years old, and he had nothing to do all his life. After the end of the world broke out, he followed a group of refugees. The reason why he took his elderly father with him was also to have a free servant.

"My lord?" The old man's son approached these people with a shy face, pushing away the competitors around him and said cautiously: "Excuse me, are you here to pick us up? Are you from Shangjing?"

The Shangjing Survivor Base is a place where countless people dream of going. These refugees are also moving in that direction. No matter how many people die on the way, they can't stop their determination to enter the largest base in China.

The expression of the alien in the head was not seen clearly, but he just took out a portrait from his pocket and said sharply, "Have you seen this person?"

A group of people stared at the person in the portrait for a long time. The painting on it was a young man. The painting was lifelike and his expression was very real. Although his appearance was ordinary, those eyes were unforgettable for the rest of his life. Feeling, it's not easy to mess with at first glance.

Seeing a group of people shaking their heads, the twenty aliens were all a little annoyed. Since they had never seen it before, they would eat these people in front of them!

Just when the alien was about to make a move, a trembling voice suddenly sounded from a distance: "Son, did you see that young man who was sitting outside the house just now? Where did he go?"

"Fuck!" The old man's son cursed angrily, turned his head, ran to the old man two or three steps away, and kicked him directly: "Immortal thing! Are you giving away my food again? kill you!"

The old man was beaten to the point of crouching down with his head in his arms. Every time his thin body was kicked, it seemed that his bones would break. The alien who just wanted to ask about it lost interest when he saw the old man's eyes covered with gray.

"Slaughter." An order came.