I dug out these cartons and tore them open one by one. Every time I tore one open and found that it was not Brother Lu, I felt relieved.
After I finished tearing them all, I didn't find Brother Donkey. I finally felt relieved.
"It's paralyzing, it scared me." I muttered, took out the cigarette, lit it and took a puff, when all of a sudden, these thirty or so half-human and half-corpse bodies began to tremble.
When I saw it, the secret passage was not good.
The half-human, half-zombie is actually a very low-level zombie monster. Its strength is not comparable to that of the zombie monster, but it has the wisdom of humans.
There are actually many half-humans and half-corpses hidden in modern metropolises. For example, colleagues who have known each other for a long time at work may be half-humans and half-corpses.
Of course, being half-human and half-corpse has big drawbacks. First, you can't go out in the scorching sun, but it's fine on cloudy days. Anyway, you can't get sunlight, otherwise the flesh on his body will rot quickly. Second, every month
You need to eat human flesh, otherwise your body will start to rot. By the way, it's for this reason that many half-humans and half-corpses like to work in funeral parlors.
There are also three corpse spots on the neck of the half-human and half-corpse. Apart from these points, the half-human and half-corpse is basically no different from ordinary people.
This kind of half-man, half-corpse is actually easy to deal with. As for me, if I touch them with the Sky Sword, they will die. You may want to ask, since I am so powerful and they are so weak, how can I
Why are you afraid?
Damn it, there are more than thirty half-humans and half-corpses, what can you do if they pounce on them?
Anyway, when I saw these thirty-some half-human, half-corpse trembling, I knew something was going to happen, so I decisively opened the iron door and ran out.
It was very quiet outside at this time, and the red light shone on the laboratory, which was so weird that it made me feel a little uneasy.
I took out my cell phone and saw that there was no signal. The idea of calling Hong Zhuo was obviously unrealistic.
I held the Sky-Brighting Sword in my hand and walked cautiously toward the door.
The laboratory was so quiet that the only sound was my own footsteps.
I'm also doubtful.
Where did that bloody beast go just now?
According to common sense, people in this research institute must not let it out. If possible, they must destroy it humanely inside.
Judging from the current situation, most of the people chased after the bloody evil spirit after it ran out.
I walked for about twenty minutes before I reached the gate. The ground was full of bullet holes and there were more than thirty corpses.
Some of these corpses belong to researchers, and some are dressed in security personnel's clothes.
But it looked like he was dead. He looked like there was no blood at all, just like the mummies I watched on the science and education channel.
boom
Suddenly there was a rumbling sound behind me. I looked back and saw more than thirty figures in the distance staggering towards me.
Now it's fun, not only the blood devil, but also these half-humans and half-corpses were released by me.
I'm not afraid of chaos. The research institute is so heavily guarded. It would be very dangerous to come here to rescue people. What's more, this is a Japanese base. Of course, the more chaos, the better.
I am a typical angry youth, and I have seen some comments on the Internet saying that Japan and China are the enemies of our fathers, and that we modern people should no longer care about each other.
These guys have the faces of angels and stand on the moral high ground. Instead of speaking for us Chinese, they speak for the little Japanese devils. Is it still reasonable?
If I were to see this kind of person in real life, I would slap him twice on the ear.
Hatred is hatred, and it is such a blood feud between famous families. How can it be forgotten so easily?
I secretly cheered for the more than thirty half-humans and half-corpsees and ran away.
If I wasn't in a hurry to find Brother Donkey, I would definitely have to run back and release a few more ghosts.
The passages in this institute are like a maze, but luckily there are signposts along the way.
And the institute was also very chaotic.
Often security personnel or researchers would pass by me anxiously.
I ran for a while and was so exhausted that I couldn't run anymore.
Moreover, I was running in the opposite direction to those security personnel. They must have gone to deal with the bloody devil now.
I was still panting when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps in front of me.
I looked up and saw more than ten people in security clothes protecting a person running in the direction of the accident.
The guy being protected looked to be in his sixties and was wearing an ancient Japanese onmyoji robe.
Onmyoji?
Every clan will have ghosts and monsters, and all things are mutually reinforcing each other. If there are ghosts and evil spirits, there will naturally be righteous forces to counteract each other.
For example, European and American priests, Japanese Onmyoji, and Chinese Taoist priests are all like this.
After they disappeared from this passage, I also understood that the blood evil boy wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
Since they dare to study this blood evil, they will definitely be able to eliminate it. In other words, if it cannot be eliminated, everyone must withdraw from this research institute, or run there and die?
This is common sense.
At the same time, I also felt a little bad.
If after they eliminate the Blood Fiend, the Queen of Qiu will definitely find me, Hong Zhuo and Tedami to deal with them as soon as possible.
We must find brother donkey quickly
Just as I was thinking this, a man in research clothes came over. This guy was about 1.6 meters tall. I secretly compared his body shape, and there was absolutely no problem with him.
Just when he passed by me.
I grabbed his hair and pushed him to the ground hard.
When this guy reacted, he yelled: "Bagya Road."
"As for your uncle, what bird language do you want to talk about? Can you speak Chinese?" I slapped him on the ear and scolded him: "Can you speak in human language?"
"Baga."
I slapped him with another ear scraper.
"Son of a bitch." This person cursed at me word by word.
"That's right, it sounds much more comfortable." I just thought this, but it didn't feel right. He was scolding me. Why should I feel comfortable?
I didn't have time to pay attention to these details now, so I cursed: "Fuck, in China you can speak Chinese and Japanese, it seems like you are literate or something? What are you pretending to be?"
The Japanese looked innocent and said in stuttering Chinese: "I also made mistakes in speaking our own Mandarin."
I cursed: "When you come to China, you have to speak Chinese honestly."
I deliberately made my voice fierce. "I have a question to ask you. If you tell me, I will let you go. If you don't tell me, I will kill you."
Unexpectedly, this Japanese man covered his chest and said with a fearful face: "What are you going to do? Drip the wax? I'll buy it."
I have to say that it is really difficult to communicate when the cultural differences are huge, especially in Chinese. Sometimes a word has several meanings, and others cannot understand it at all.