Gamers Are Fierce

　　 Tap, tap, tap.

　　 Footsteps sounded behind Feng Tiegen.

　　 Hei Zang's soles of feet stained with sticky blood, rubbing against the fine gravel on the cement road, looked extremely harsh in this silent night.

　　 Feng Tiegen did not dare to turn his head, but desperately moved his broken ankle, staggering forward one step at a time.

　　 The pain is so severe that it stings the brain, and in the face of fear and desire to survive, you have to give in.

　　 Click.

　　 The sound of bone fracture was so clear that Feng Tiegen staggered and fell to the ground. He struggled to turn around and looked at the thin and concrete zombie. His face was full of tears, nose and dust.

　　 Hei Zheng bent his back and stepped slowly towards Feng Tiegen. The indescribable bright red organs fell from its gumless mouth, leaving only his monotonous eyes white and apathetic.

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

　　 Along with the harsh noise, deep scars were torn from the nails on the cement surface.

　　 "Mother!" Feng Tiegen burst into tears, shouting hoarsely: "Mother, it's not that I want to starve you to death, it's Zhang Cuifang, it's the woman Zhang Cuifang who doesn't give you food!"

　　 The darkness is dead.

　　Hate, grievance, grief, despair. These extreme emotions that allowed the deceased to resuscitate completely dominated the black and stiff consciousness.

　　 Except for revenge, its long rotten mind could not contain anything.

　　 Feng Tiegen faced the black stiff, and sat slumped on the ground, moving back with his hands and feet.

　　 "I'm Tiegen, Tiegen! It's your son!"

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

　　 "There was a natural disaster in the village that year, and no family had food. You have been upright all your life. In order to feed me and my grandmother, you had to be a rat who stole food and brought food out of the commune wind mill."

　　 "The commune found that there was a reduction in grain, and it conducted strict searches to prevent entrainment."

"If there is no other way, you have to sneak into the wind mill before going to work, take advantage of the dimness, endure vomiting, and swallow the dry and rough grain bit by bit, crashing, crashing, filling your stomach bag. "

　　 "My grandma and I were hungry and dizzy at home. When you came home, your face was flushed, and you bent down and started retching in the tub."

　　 "My grandma and I thought you were sick and we cried while holding you. Your whole body was sweaty and your back arched like a shrimp."

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

　　 "You raised your head, smiled at me, and said hoarsely: ‘My son, my mother is saved.’"

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

　　 "Our family survived the famine."

　　 Feng Tiegen’s eyes were red, and the zombie knelt down toward his mother, crying: "Mother, I'm sorry, I am not a human, mother."

　　 Black Zombie stopped and stood in front of his son. On that ugly face with shrivel muscles, a strange expression seemed to flash by.

　　 It tremblingly bent down, and reached out to hug Feng Tiegen.

　　 Feng Tiegen's face just showed joy, but the next second, he was tightly bound by his black stiff arms.

　　The black and stiff hands clamped Feng Tiegen like iron tongs, making the latter's complexion flushed and blue veins violent.

　　 "Mother..."

　　 Feng Tiegen's eyes burst, and a word groaned from his throat.

　　 Click.

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

　　 The black zombie stood on the spot, staring at the corpse under his feet in a daze. For a long time, it squatted down, cut open the corpse's abdominal cavity, searched for intestines and stomach, chewed and swallowed.

　　 As the blood eats down, the zombie's bark-like skin is gradually moisturized, and it shines with the hair on its body.

　　 If its body is not decayed, if its intelligence is still not extinguished, it will certainly laugh and cry.

　　 It's a pity that there are neither tears nor smiles on that black face.

　　 Suddenly, the black zong who was chewing his organs smelled the vitality. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the woods above the rock wall of the winding mountain road.

　　 Brush and pull, Li Ang walked out from the shadows of the trees, jumped off the rock wall, and stood on the road.

　　 Relying on the mask's ability to weaken the sense of existence, he has been hiding in the woods for more than ten minutes, watching the Black Zombie silently complete its revenge.

　　 "Injustices have their heads, debts have their owners, there are grudges and revenge, and there are grievances."

Li Ang didn’t care whether the black zombies could understand it or not, and said calmly: “The zombies are born with grievances and anger, and feed on flesh and blood. I will not stop you from taking revenge, but since the grievances have been wiped out, it is time. On the road."

　　 Hei Zheng didn't say a word, and reported silence.

　　 A person and a corpse were facing each other quietly under the night. The small truck that hit the stone pile and was smoking lightly seemed to finally be unable to hold it. The headlights flickered and dimmed gradually.

　　 The moment the lights went out, the black froze.

　　 Its figure resembles a ghost, and with one stride, it lightly crossed a distance of tens of meters, flashed in front of Li Ang, and swung a paw.

　　 The narrow and long nails cut the air and made a sharp, squeaky sound. Li Ang, who had been prepared, had his feet tied to the ground like cast iron, his upper body was straight like a plank, and he leaned back.

　　 Before getting up, Li Ang, who avoided the claws on the iron bridge, picked up the short-barreled shotgun with steel ball bullets and shot it diagonally at the black stiff chest.

　　Guns roared and projectiles shot out. The zombies were protected by black fur all over, and they were also blasted back several steps by the sudden huge impact.

　　 Li Ang then stood up in the gap, replaced the bullet, and did not even see that it was another shot towards the black stiff.

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

　　 Li Ang quickly replaced the bullets, UU reading www.uukanshu.com retreated while shooting, flashed into the woods in three or two steps, and disappeared.

　　The black stiff stomped on the ground, and the small and plain shou shoes stepped on the concrete surface to form large potholes in the bowl, and the figure was like an arrow from the string, and jumped into the forest.

　　The forest is full of leaves and branches, and it is dim and silent.

　　 The zombies stepped on the pile of soft dead leaves, opened their noses and sniffed lightly.

　　 Suddenly, the zombie suddenly raised its head, but saw a dark shadow falling from the sky, it was Li Ang who had been lying on the top of a tree a dozen meters high.

　　 Li Ang fell all the way, holding an axe in his right hand and a gun in his left hand. Then, under the force of gravity, an axe smashed into the black stiff Tianling cover.

　　 Between the electric light and flint, Hei Zheng had no time to raise his left arm and stand in front of him.

　　The camping axe made of high-quality 420 steel is tough and sharp. The curved axe blade unscrupulously tore the black hair on the surface, chiseled into the zombie’s shrunken arm, leaving a deep wound on the arm’s radius.

　　 Before Black Zombie could take any action, Li Ang, who was stepping on the pile of loose leaves, had already stood firm, holding the short-barreled shotgun in his left hand, and pressing the muzzle directly under the ulna of Hei Zombie's left arm.

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

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

　　 The whole arm is like plasticine, drooping down.

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

　　 Li Ang drew his axe, another diagonal split, wrapped in the wind, and severely chopped on the black neck.