Chapter 21 Jingyuan and the road ahead

There was a rumble of thunder, the raindrops hit the water surface, creating countless small ripples, and the whistling wind carried the rapid and intensive dripping sound of the rain.

Jingyuan walked on the cobblestone road based on his feeling, with his head wrapped in a sweater and wrapped tightly, like a rich man from Arabia, but real rich people have special cars to pick them up when they go out. If you are in a hurry, you can call a direct call

After getting off the plane, he, a poor poor man, could only rely on his own feet to walk step by step on the muddy road.

It was dark and cold outside, and the smell of the chemical mixture was not so obvious. Instead, I could smell the smell of wet earth and a salty smell like the sea breeze.

Looking down, he saw that the accumulated rainwater had reached the hollows of his knees, and the water level was about half a meter high.

Every time he lifted his feet, water would enter his shoes. As a result, when he took a step, his shoes fell off his feet due to their heavy weight and were almost washed away by the water.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and pierced the opening of the shoe with the barrel of his spear, and pulled the shoe back out.

This pair of military shoes was larger than his foot size, so there was no problem in wearing them on a daily basis. However, in extreme situations like this, they would fall off easily.

He had no choice but to run to the bench in the community that had not yet been flooded, stepped on the chair, poured out the bulging water in his shoes, and then tied the shoelaces into dead knots three times and three times outside.

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The feeling of being soaked in ice water is really uncomfortable. After leaving the room, every thunder in the sky is so scary. If this thunder hits the top of the head, his skin will be scorched and baked into a black piece.

of coke?

He thought that if he had not died by then, the president of Black Toothpaste would definitely ask him to be a spokesperson.

He leaned against the wall as much as possible, holding on to the wall with one hand to avoid falling, and holding a flashlight in the other hand to illuminate the front.

While walking on this road, he looked back on his life and thought that he had never sworn to so-and-so that if I changed my mind, he would be struck down by lightning, and he should have the right to be protected according to law.

Perhaps his lawsuit was really useful. When the lightning spread out ferocious branches in the sky, it only split a big cypress tree more than 30 meters away from him into blossoms and smoke, but did not give him an exclusive copy of the King of Thunder and Lightning.

combo.

Thousands of raindrops as thin as silver needles fell in the light beam. Jingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, groped his way, and successfully arrived at the gate of the community.

The streets outside are also full of water, but the water level is lower than inside the community, only reaching the calf level.

He stopped temporarily and relied on his memory to determine the direction and determine which way he should go.

Relying on the telephone poles, street lamps and buildings standing in the strong wind as road signs, he soon determined the direction and set off.

This section of the road is relatively safe. You don't have to worry about missing a foot and suffering a comminuted fracture.

The asphalt roads built by modern people are quite smooth, so he can walk with peace of mind.

But going forward, there are some problems.

We have to pass through a bombing zone covered with weeds and hidden potholes everywhere. Under the cover of the turbid sewage, we can't see where the road is.

He had to move forward with extreme caution. For every step he took, he had to repeatedly test the fan-shaped area in front of him with his feet.

He would only step one foot at a time, make sure his feet were firmly on the ground, and then pull back his back foot to stand. He would never dare to move forward alternately with his left and right feet like he usually does when walking.

In just a few hundred meters, he felt like he had walked for a century, but fortunately he passed without any danger.

Continuing forward, there is the shaky arch bridge.

Sure enough, when he arrived at the bridge, he saw the collapsed bridge. The entire bridge collapsed from the middle. Bricks and cement fell to the bottom of the river. Under the erosion of the river water, the twisted steel bars were exposed to the strong wind.

This is probably the most difficult level he has encountered so far.

The originally dry river bed was filled with fast flowing water, dead branches, rotten furniture, tree stumps, and even a zombie that was overwhelmed by the water.

While he was observing, many things drifted past his eyes.

The zombie that was washed away served as a good reference point, allowing him to judge that the deepest water in the river only reached his waist.

There is no problem with this height!

He has walked this section of the road twice, so he only needs to walk along the bridge.

He took off the homemade spear from his back, punched it on the ground as a crutch, and stepped into the river.

The mud made it a little difficult for him to walk. A few broken branches hung on his clothes, rotten leaves stuck to his face, and his whole body was soaked in mud and water.

A broken tree stump hit his stomach led by the torrent. The bark and trunk torn by the wind were sharp, like a thick thorn, and the windbreaker on his body was cut with a very deep cut.

of the mouth.

If it weren't for the cushioning provided by this piece of clothing, I'm afraid the tree trunk would have penetrated directly into his belly and pierced his intestines.

He thought that if he had pain and consciousness, he would not be able to survive this journey. The pain and loss of temperature in his hands and feet would prevent him from moving forward.

But he feels no pain now, so he just needs to keep thinking about moving forward.

He faced the baptism of heavy rain, strong winds, thunder and lightning, and walked forward unswervingly.

The goal of life has never been so clear. In the past twenty years or so, he never seemed to know what he wanted and was always pushed away by others. But now he clearly knows where he is going.

Where to return.

Finally arriving at the shore, he took off his windbreaker, which had increased its weight several times due to water absorption, tore off the sweatshirt wrapped around his head, and pressed the flashlight switch. However, the flashlight that had been soaked in water could still be used, and how to push it was unclear.

Not a single ray of light can be emitted.

Well, it wasn't far from the supermarket. He passed by the small square in front, which was the shopping street. He spent the entire afternoon picking up garbage in the shopping street the day before yesterday. He was very familiar with this place, so there was no need to use a flashlight.

Throwing away the extra clothes, he packed lightly.

The soaked white vest clung to his skin, highlighting the outline of his muscles. He was carrying a rifle and a travel bag, and holding an iron gun and a pistol. He looked like he was going to kill a group of zombies.

The zombies are really here. The three zombies that were used as sculptures in the small square are moving around the flower stand around the fountain.

It seems that due to soaking in the rain for a day and night, their bodies have become stronger. The originally dry skin and atrophied muscles have actually swelled, but their bodies emit a stronger rotten and sour smell, and pieces of them hang on the white bones.

The black rotten flesh hanging down from the top.

Under the illumination of lightning, they looked like three green-faced evil ghosts seeking their lives.

If Jingyuan wants to pass this road, he must face these three zombies.

Although these zombies will not attack him actively, the road ahead is very narrow, and you have to get in close contact with these zombies to squeeze through.

Inexplicably, a ball of fire arose in his heart. He had been working well as a social worker. Although his life was not very rich, it was not that he could not afford to eat or wear clothes.

Why did this kind of bad luck have to come to him? Why did he have to brave the heavy rain and stick to these disgusting zombies!

TMD!

Why!

Even an old doormat like him couldn't stand it anymore.

He took out his pistol, took off the silencer, pointed it at the nearest zombie's head and pulled the trigger.

boom!!!

The gun roared, the needle hit the bullet, sparks burst out of the gun barrel, the bronze cartridge case popped out, and the warhead spun and shot out.

A black flower of blood bloomed on the zombie's head, and the zombie immediately fell to the ground.

In the game, this is a critical hit, and the damage is tripled!

The other two zombies were immediately attracted by the gunfire, and their speed was much faster than the old, weak, sick and disabled ones before, almost as fast as an adult running.

Jing Yuan fired another shot, but this shot did not kill the zombie, but only caused it to pause. At the same time, another zombie had already rushed forward.

Spear thrust!

The iron spear pierced the zombie's eye socket and smashed its brain!

The remaining one was not afraid, so he tripped it with the barrel of his gun, then stepped on the guy's chest, twisted his wrist, pointed the gun tip down, and pierced its right eye hard, driving straight into the skull.

Slowly pulling out his spear, he stopped looking at the zombies and continued walking forward.
Chapter completed!