"No one will help you, no one will save you. The world despises you."

"You're a born monster."

…

Rotting flesh, venomous insects, waving dead branches, and ferocious sharp teeth … The living dead filled the mountains and plains, obscuring the boundless nightmares.

Xiao Sinan looked back in panic. In the dream, only the cross stood tall in the distance, the church collapsed silently in the black fire, and the priest's voice resounded through the sky.

"Eternal warriors, the future of the Dark Age …"

"Resurrected from the grave, enjoy eternal life."

The child's amber pupils shrank subconsciously. He wanted to run, but there was nowhere to hide. All his consciousness was covered by a familiar and cold voice.

"Virtual scene, establish stress mechanism. If the killing speed is less than 2/1s, it will be confirmed that you have failed, and you will be electrocuted."

"Time starts."

Yan Hao roared desperately, "— Sinan!"

Before he could finish his words, Sinan kicked him in the chest, and his back hit the wall heavily!

The violent collision caused Yan Hao's body to bounce back, and he spat out blood foam.

The next moment, his throat was locked by fingers, and a huge force pressed him back to the wall again, and then lifted him up uncontrollably.

"…" Yan Hao's eyes were wide open, and he struggled to no avail. He felt that his toes had left the ground.

"Si … Nan …" He squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

Sinan was indifferent.

He was like a cold and fierce fighting machine, without thinking or humanity. The hand that locked Yan Hao's throat was like steel, motionless.

But his eyes were half-closed, and his eyelashes covered all his expressions, and even the focus of his vision could not be seen.

Yan Hao's face turned red and then blue. His undislocated hand trembled as he grabbed Sinan's wrist.

But in the rapid lack of oxygen, all his struggles became futile, and he could not even make Sinan's fingers loosen.

… Why … he thought bitterly.

Wake up … Please, Sinan, wake up …

His inner begging was doomed to be futile.

Yan Hao heard his throat creak, and his vision blurred. He couldn't even feel the pain of his dislocated wrist. A second before he fell into the abyss, he saw Sinan raise his hand. His fingers were as sharp as knives, and he was about to dig out his eyeballs.

Who am I?

How was I born?

There were billions of creatures in the world. They were born, grew old, got sick, and died. They were happy, angry, sad, and happy. Time had gathered into history and washed every rock on Earth. How could there be a "me"?

"What did you turn me into?

What did you turn him into?! "

The sixteen-year-old boy stood in the grassland and pointed at the iron-gray tombstone covered with moss behind him. His roar resounded through the cemetery. "Have you asked for our opinion?

Do you know that's not what he wants at all?

Why did he have to force someone who had already left to stay? Why did he have to let him go?

Let the dead go! "

The woman's expensive black dress spread out on the muddy ground as she burst into tears.

"You turned us all into monsters. There's no time, no life and death. You turned the person you love into a monster …"

The boy staggered back. He looked at the woman. Tears finally fell from his eyes onto his pale cheeks.

"Dad is not sick. He … he's dead …"

"He's no longer here."

The first flash of lightning finally lit up the sky above the manor. Thunder rumbled across the sky.

The boy ran up the steps and rushed into the hall. He pushed open the heavy mahogany door at the end of the corridor.

The wind blew through the hall, and the burning candle fell onto the silver plate. The boy stopped in his tracks. He saw a pair of feet hanging in the air.

His gaze slowly moved upward. He looked at the woman with disheveled hair for a long time. Finally, he knelt down on the ground.

"Noah," a voice came from the other end of the corridor.

The hand-woven carpet turned into pieces under his trembling fingertips. After a long time, the boy stood up and walked through the corridor unsteadily. He didn't even look away when he passed by the person.

"Noah!" The person grabbed his hand.

The boy didn't break free. He said faintly, "Are you happy?"

The man's words were blocked. After a while, he snorted. His expression was slightly distorted. "Yes, of course I'm happy. I still remember how you …"

Before he finished speaking, the boy had already broken free from his hand. He walked out of the luxurious hall step by step. He walked along the exceptionally green and gloomy path before the rainy season and out of the manor.

The rain formed countless lines between heaven and earth. The world was white as far as the eye could see. Every step was muddy and heavy. It was as if his feet were entangled by countless invisible chains that were difficult to break free from. They extended toward the endless borders of the nightmare.

Dead. They were all dead.

Then why were these chains still there?

He clearly had no connection with this world anymore, but why did the pain, pain, and bondage still exist clearly in his bones and couldn't be erased no matter what?

The panting in the storm was like the howling of a beast. The boy's footsteps gradually sped up. It became a frantic and desperate run.

There's no other way … he thought.

Just like the countless electric shocks imprinted in the depths of the soul, all fates had already determined the final outcome. There was no other way except endless slaughter.

— — Bang!

Yan Hao felt the shackles loosened. Fresh air rushed into his lungs. He choked and coughed. He didn't even realize that he had fallen to the ground.

After a few seconds, the stars in his eyes finally faded. In a trance, he heard Zhou Rong shout, "Be careful!"

Yan Hao rolled on the ground. The military dagger was inserted into the cement floor close to his body.

Sinan Kong wanted to pull out the dagger, but Zhou Rong kicked the dagger far away. He twisted Sinan's body and pressed him to the ground. The two of them were entangled and rolled for a few meters. Along the way, they knocked down countless wooden pillars and stone slabs.

Yan Hao didn't have time to care about the pain in his throat. He put his wrist back and used his uninjured hand to pick up the dagger. He stabbed it into the zombie's jaw behind him and directly pierced through its skull.

Most of the zombies on the construction site had been shot by Zhou Rong. Only a few zombies with broken limbs were still groaning and rolling on the ground.

Yan Hao stumbled to find his gun and finished them off with a few shots. Then he heard a loud noise behind him. He turned around and saw Sinan holding Zhou Rong's neck and pushing him against the cement wall.

But Zhou Rong was not Yan Hao. The moment his toes left the ground, he bent his knees and kicked Sinan's chest. Sinan fell into a pile of gravel a few meters away.

Zhou Rong strode forward and helped Sinan up from the pile of gravel. He first rubbed his chest, then sat on him without saying anything. He used the strength of his knees to stop Sinan's elbow from struggling. Then he pinched Sinan's crotch, "Sinan!

Wake up, look at me! "

Look at me …

Sinan's unfocused eyes moved. He stared at Zhou Rong blankly.

"Look at me!

What is this? "

Zhou Rong held his chin and made him look at his index finger. Then he patted his face hard, "You don't recognize me?

I'm Zhou Rong!

You're Brother Rong!

How dare you not recognize me?! "

Zhou Rong …

Sinan closed his eyes and then opened them again. He was like a mental patient who had fallen into a crazy dream. His eyes flashed with fear and hatred.

This was clearly a hallucination caused by severe stimulation of the brain. It was a symptom of being unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Zhou Rong's heart sank. He pinched the back of Sinan's neck and forced him to look at his eyes closely, "Look at me, Sinan.

I'm Zhou Rong. We escaped from T city and the fertilizer factory together. Brother Rong has always liked you. You also like Brother Rong, right? "

"You know that Brother Rong will never hurt you and will always protect you. You're willing to go with me, right?"

Sinan, "…"

Zhou Rong's mellow and domineering voice poured directly into Sinan's ears. Like hypnosis, Sinan entered a dream and became a distant halo in the world washed by the storm.

"Zhou Rong …" He whispered nervously and avoided Zhou Rong's eyes.

"It's me. Look at me."

Zhou Rong held Sinan's beautiful chin again, "It's okay. I'm here to pick you up. You're safe … Listen to me, baby. Look at me."

Sinan's wandering eyes were like a small fish that was finally caught by Zhou Rong. He was held tightly in the palm of his hand and forced to look at him.

Zhou Rong's deep eyes seemed to contain some kind of invisible power, while Sinan was at a loss. After a while, some kind of violent thing finally receded from his eyes. He called softly and his tone was full of uncertainty,

"… Zhou Rong?"

Zhou Rong leaned over and planted a kiss on Sinan's trembling eyelids, then moved down to kiss Sinan's nose, cheeks, and lips.

That warm and sunny touch dispelled the torrential rain, and the memory returned to a certain hot summer. In the dense forest, with the saltiness of sweat and the fragrance of the plants, the young man stood on his tiptoes and kissed the chin of the battered special forces soldier. His eyes flashed with a cunning light.

"… Zhou Rong." Sinan murmured.

Although it was just a normal call, Zhou Rong's heart melted in an instant. He couldn't help but let out a hum and subconsciously rubbed the fresh and white soft flesh on the back of Sinan's neck.

Sinan didn't say anything.

Zhou Rong felt that the body under him showed signs of loosening. Suddenly, a huge rock fell to the ground, and the shackles were released. He gave Yan Hao a look and motioned for him to push the motorcycle. Then, he casually held the assault rifle and tightened the gun strap that was slipping off his shoulder.

Then he reached out and tried to carry Si Nan in his arms.

But at this moment, Sinan caught a glimpse of him holding the assault rifle.

Reality was reflected into the brain through the retina. It was exaggerated, distorted, and magnified. The chaotic neurons formed another picture: fully armed soldiers, running and barking hounds, and machine guns that flashed as they spat bullets in the dark night …

"Run!

Run! "

Someone screamed hysterically in the flames.

"Run!"

A woman screamed desperately behind him.

"They're coming for you, run!"

"Why did we lose our freedom, get robbed, and be imprisoned?"

The little boy took his mother's hand, looked up and asked, "Mom, does God love the world?"

In the halo, his mother lowered her head, and the familiar face gradually distorted and deformed. Black spots of decay climbed up her beautiful face, maggots and mud covered her amber eyes, and the flesh on her fingers fell off, revealing the white bones. All of this was reflected in the little boy's frightened eyes.

"Run, Noah.

Don't be caught by anyone, run. "

"Sinan!"

Zhou Rong got up in Huoran, but it was too late.

In the thousandth of a second when he let his guard down, Sinan rushed out like a cannonball and knocked Yan Hao down!

"Catch him!"

Yan Hao rolled to get up. Before he could exert his strength, Sinan sat sideways on the motorcycle, one long leg on the ground, and looked at them, panting.

— — No, he was not looking at anyone at all. His eyes went straight through Zhou Rong and Yan Hao, as if he was looking at something in the void that made him extremely afraid and terrified.

It was the devil buried deep in the ground, and the nightmare that had never left in his life.

"Come back …" Zhou Rong said softly, trembling, and opened his hands, "Come back, Si Xiaonan, please come back to Brother Rong … Sinan!!"

The second the engine started, Zhou Rong jumped out like an arrow, but he only touched the corner of the back seat. Then the motorcycle turned into flowing flames, roaring and rushing to the street!

Woo —!

Under the stunned gaze of Zhou Rong and Yan Hao, the motorcycle jumped over the guardrail and landed with a loud crash.

Sinan did not hesitate anymore, and he did not even turn his head. The motorcycle broke through the sky like a meteor, roaring and disappearing at the corner of the street!

Zhou Rong chased after him for two steps, picked up the submachine gun and threw it on the ground, slapping himself in the face.

Yan Hao shook his head in panic, "Why, what's going on, this is …"

Zhou Rong's voice was full of irritation and depression, "Come back!"

Yan Hao stopped abruptly, and found that on the street in the distance, the scattered zombies had appeared again. They were gathering in groups of twos and threes, slowly approaching the construction site.

— — They were still on the street with no shelter, and the city center was full of millions of zombies. It was too dangerous.

Yan Hao grabbed the gun, and suddenly the roar of the propeller above his head rapidly approached, followed by the sound of the machine gun's explosion, and the zombies on the street twitched and flew away!

They looked up and saw two large dark green helicopters hovering at a low altitude. The hatch was opened, and Grassy threw down a rope ladder, "Come up!"

"Where's Sinan?

What's going on? "Ding Shi asked loudly in the strong wind.

Zhou Rong's face was gloomy, and he shook his head without answering. He said briefly, "Turn on the strong lights and search the city center, quick!"

The sky darkened rapidly, and darkness fell. The most terrible night of the apocalypse was coming.

How long could a man who lacked warm clothes and food, lost his gun, and was delirious and alone survive in the city center with millions of zombies? Could he survive until the next morning?

The answer was like the dark clouds in the night sky, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

The two helicopters turned on the searchlights, and the on-board loudspeakers were turned to the maximum, but all the calls were like stones thrown into the stormy sea, instantly disappearing in the stormy sea of zombies.

The helicopters flew along the streets and over the roofs of every building at a low altitude, but no miracle happened.

The slender and strong figure that everyone was familiar with really disappeared without a trace, just as suddenly as when he came, as if it was a helpless and predestined fate.

"Brother Rong …" Ding Shi's voice trembled, "There's limited fuel, and we have to fly to the South Sea, I'm afraid …"

There was not enough fuel.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Rong sat behind the pilot's seat.

The man's handsome and gloomy side profile, from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, and even his thin lips and chin, outlined a frightening and sharp outline in the shadow of the searchlights.

"When I left," he said abruptly without warning, "I'll leave.

"I told him to wait for me to pick you up."

It was a very calm tone, but Ding Shi was suppressed by some kind of terrible power in his words, and she did not dare to respond.

"He really did wait. When he saw me at the construction site, he smiled and waved at me from afar."

"But I couldn't pick him up as promised."

"… Brother Rong," Ding Shi choked, "this is not anyone's fault, this …"

"He wanted to go with me, but when he got on the motorcycle, he hesitated and looked at me, maybe he wanted to give me a last chance.

But I shouldn't have touched the gun, he was so scared at that time, and I scared him away. "

Zhou Rong closed his eyes. Except for the roar of the helicopter, the cabin was terrifyingly quiet.

After a while, he took a shiny silver object tied to a rope from around his neck. Ding Shi recognized it as the chip that had downloaded all the virus research data in the B Military Region.

Zhou Rong held the chip in his hand and knocked on the pilot's seat as if he was unconscious. Suddenly, he pointed down and said, "What's on the roof?

Let's go closer and take a look. "

Ding Shi did not react. She lowered the helicopter and scanned the roof with the searchlights. "There's nothing, the target area is about 200 square meters … Brother Rong?!"

Zhou Rong threw the chip on the pilot's seat, unbuckled his seat belt, opened the cabin door, and looked back in the cold wind with a smile.

"Waiting for us in the South Sea."

That smile was extremely chic. Ding Shi reached out to grab it, but Zhou Rong had already jumped down and exclaimed in surprise!

Zhou Rong landed steadily from a height of nine meters and pulled out the assault rifle on his back.

He left decisively in the midst of everyone's frenzied screams and disappeared into the dangerous night of the city.