Chapter 97

The scene outside the window was a little too familiar to Wen Zheng. Just looking at the characters moving stiffly, it was very similar to the scene in the zombie world.

It was another zombie world.

Wen Zheng didn't think about why he stayed here. He was still observing the environment outside the window. There was a sound of collision outside the closed door.

According to the previous method of dealing with zombies, Wen Zheng looked at the room and was about to push the bed in the room to block the door.

As a result, there was a crash.

I don't know if the monster outside the door ate spinach or the material of the door was too rubbish. Before the bed was pushed over, a huge hole was broken in the middle of the wooden door.

Wen Zheng immediately changed to combat mode, but it turned out that it was not a zombie, but a huge tongue attacking Wen Zheng's face from the hole.

Bang!

The express bent down to avoid it, and the tongue hit the wall behind Wen Zheng directly, making a loud noise, shaking a lot of white ash on the wall to the ground.

"What kind of monster is this?"

It looked like an enlarged version of the tongue of an amphibian.

The tongue sticking out from the outside was covered with extremely disgusting mucus. It looked slender, but every time it contracted, it moved at high speed like a slingshot.

Not only was the force of the attack strong enough to be fatal, but it was also strong enough to flip over the bed in the room.

Wen Zheng needed to concentrate to avoid it, but he still got embarrassed.

The room he was in was too small. There was almost nothing except a bed. There were too few things he could use. Without weapons, Wen Zheng was unwilling to use his skin to contact the mucus that he didn't know whether it was poisonous or not, and he was completely at a disadvantage.

Recalling the scene outside the window he saw before, there was an empty small garden with an iron fence under the window of the room.

Although there were zombies wandering on the road outside, it was not easy for those zombies to cross the protection of the fence and enter the small garden. Besides, Wen Zheng's zombies were also familiar old friends.

After making sure, Wen Zheng dodged and evaded. He grabbed the bed sheet from the bed, tightened it into a rope, and tied it to the bed. He jumped over the tongue and pulled the rope to jump out of the window.

There was a violent friction between his palm and the bed sheet. Wen Zheng used his feet to push against the wall at the moment of falling to slow down his falling speed.

Although he saw that the garden was empty before, when Wen Zheng began to slide down the rope slowly, he had a bad sixth sense and looked down.

Wen Zheng widened his eyes: "When did all these people run here?"

He didn't know when, without his noticing, the fence surrounding the garden fell to the ground, and it was filled with dense zombies, all staring at him with appetite.

These zombies were wearing hospital gowns. In addition to the characteristics of the zombies themselves, there were all kinds of twisted and rotten wounds that were beyond common sense. The scene could be said to be a combination of zombie movies and ghost movies.

If you are a little timid, you might have a heart problem.

Wen Zheng noticed something was wrong, but the scene of zombies in front and monsters behind made him unable to think. He had to ensure his own safety before thinking about other problems.

Looking at the zombies below, and the zombies rushing to the farther place, considering the possibility of infection after being injured by zombies, Wen Zheng thought it would be better to return.

In comparison, the monsters just encountered might be easier to deal with.

As the saying goes, good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. This kind of horror movie-like scene often does not make the protagonist too easy, and accidents always come one after another.

Just when he paused for a few seconds, the bed sheet rope tied to the window began to shake. It didn't look like the bed sheet rope was broken, but more like the bed tied to the other end of the bed sheet rope was about to crack.

"Could it be that the tongue broke the bed after I ran down? I didn't hear any movement inside."

Wen Zheng was puzzled, and helplessly pulled the bed sheet rope against the wall before free fall, and jumped to the big tree in the garden.

It was even worse to always stay on the tree and hide, so Wen Zheng broke off a branch of suitable thickness. The next second, the branch he was standing on broke, but Wen Zheng had already gotten used to it.

After clearing a space with the branches, Wen Zheng picked up a part of the collapsed iron fence that was suitable for attack, which was more convenient to use, and began to start killing in this building that looked like a hospital.

Even though Wen Zheng did not have superpowers now, his pure fighting ability was still beyond ordinary people.

However, these zombies seemed endless, and there were many corpses piled up under his feet, and his physical strength was gradually exhausted.

Wen Zheng tried his best to control his increasingly heavy breathing, and looked at the increasing number of zombies, and once again tried to find other ways out.

He remembered that there was a small door for staff to enter and exit near the hospital garden.

Because his mind was distracted elsewhere, Wen Zheng began to fight more by relying on his body's instincts, and a claw with huge nails suddenly appeared diagonally.

"Wow!" Wen Zheng dodged narrowly, looking at the zombie's nails that were almost longer than his own fingers. Even in the battle, he couldn't help but say a few words, "Such long nails, I guess it took a lot of effort to keep them before the end of the world. Let me help you cut them today."

Fighting back and forth with the long-nailed zombie several times, he gradually found the pattern of the opponent's attack. Wen Zheng used the tip of the iron fence to fiercely lift up the zombie's long nails.

He really peeled off a few long nails and dropped them on the ground. The zombie opposite let out a roar. Wen Zheng rolled on the ground and picked up the long nails on the ground with his hands wrapped in torn sheets.

He looked up after picking them up, and happened to see the small door blocked by the zombies from that angle.

Now there is finally hope to get rid of this endless battle.

Continuing to fight the zombies, Wen Zheng finally got rid of the scene that made him numb and entered the small door that was not locked.

The moment he came in, Wen Zheng closed the door and locked it from the inside. Facing the dark corridor that could only be seen near and far, Wen Zheng listened to the banging sound from outside the door and was completely worried about the quality of the door of this hospital.

He began to explore inside, hoping to find a safe room where he could hide and rest for a while.

This seemingly simple wish was difficult to achieve at this time. After Wen Zheng went in, he tried to look at the doors of several rooms. All of them were wooden products that were easily damaged, so he simply ran deeper.

Only after entering will you find out how big this hospital is. Some rooms are locked and difficult to open, and some rooms have a bad premonition before you even try.

Trying hard to suppress the urge to open the door, Wen Zheng frowned slightly, and the weird feeling lingered in his heart.

What exactly is wrong?

His footsteps stopped at this time, and Wen Zheng's thoughts shifted to the guide map next to the stairs, which showed the different distribution areas of the hospital.

Wen Zheng seemed to have forgotten the monster with a huge tongue he encountered upstairs. He ran upstairs without stopping, as if he had completely memorized the map at the first glance, and he was not afraid of taking the wrong path even in the dark.

Footsteps were heard in front of a room. Wen Zheng hesitated for two seconds before reaching out his hand and opening the iron door in front of him that was half-closed and transparent.

The door opened, and the light in the room illuminated an area outside the door.

Wen Zheng faced the light head-on, ignoring the vague shadow behind him, and all his attention was placed on a bed in the room.

He unconsciously moved two steps forward, and Wen Zheng entered the room. With a click, the door that Wen Zheng had pushed open closed automatically, completely blocking the darkness outside the door, leaving only the light that illuminated every corner in the room.

After the distance was shortened, Wen Zheng could finally see the face of the person lying on the bed. Wen Zheng was so familiar with that face that he couldn't help shouting out.

"Grandpa..."

The old man on the bed murmured weakly, still muttering Wen Zheng's name: "Xiao Zheng, you came to see me..."

But in those eyes, there was not the warmth and guilt that Wen Zheng had seen, but greed and covetousness that was well concealed, but still made Wen Zheng aware of it.

That cold look was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, and nothing could make people sober more than this.

Facing the old hands stretched out from under the quilt, Wen Zheng not only did not approach, but gently stepped back two steps, and his eyes looking at the bed became particularly cold.

After coming here, Wen Zheng was always forced to act by the changes here, and his ability to think seemed to have disappeared from his mind from the beginning.

Until this moment.

Grandpa Wen occupies the most important position in Wen Zheng's heart. The picture of Grandpa Wen lying on the hospital bed when he was diagnosed with cancer has always been hidden deep in Wen Zheng's heart.

This scene was used to deal with himself, making Wen Zheng's heart full of anger, but he had to ask himself to calm down first.

When his thoughts were no longer affected, all kinds of strangeness emerged at this moment, like beads being strung together, and everything became understandable.

From the moment he came to this strange scene, he had entered a nightmare.

Sometimes people don't realize that they are in a dream when they are asleep, and they will not doubt strange things, but will only react according to the situation in the dream.

And dreams are often the most illogical, and are affected by the subconscious of the dreamer, so things appear or disappear inexplicably, so the layout of the hospital is exactly the same as the hospital where Grandpa Wen stayed with cancer.

But now realizing that you are in a dream is one thing, and how to wake up from this dream is another.

Wen Zheng collected his chaotic thoughts and this time he actually smiled.

Perhaps the core of this nightmare had already appeared before his eyes.