Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

Chapter 121

The memory of the old man clearly explained everything.In peacetime, he is just an ordinary pilgrim who is superstitious about the gods. He is responsible for offering incense and praying every day. He also hopes that the gods can hear his cry and help him escape the sea of ​​suffering, at least, to live a better life.

And these superstitious (note, not religious) people, because they focus entirely on the nihilistic gods, and ignore their families and their own lives.The life of this old man was very miserable. When his family left, his job was lost, and he was suffering from hunger and cold, what the old man wanted was not change, but...

Why do I have such a sincere heart of faith!But no god can give me help? !Is it as a god!Shouldn't you be sympathetic to believers?Why do this!

The old man who worshiped the gods even more fanatically, just with a little more hatred, met the peak of the blv virus outbreak during a day of prayer.

Like every superstitious person who believes in religion and gods, this old man, who has encountered a lot of unfair incidents in his own opinion, began to look for new beliefs in the last days without law enforcement structures.

However, although the destruction of communication facilities made the old people who didn't care much about current affairs even less aware of what happened around them, the survival rate of the neighboring country Huaxia, which is regarded as a miracle in the world, and the gain of great power came at the price of only a nominal amount. The "non-human" evolution and evolution of the old man made the old man's jealousy break through the last layer of reason.

Why!Why do Chinese people disrespect God so much!All can be blessed by God!Those gods must be blind!Only then can you not see me, a loyal believer!

That being the case, fuck your god, I am a god myself!everyone!Everyone should listen to me!

He made up a so-called ancient god of creation. While serving a non-existent virtual character, the old man claimed to be the high priest, and constantly recruited other survivors in the name of the religion of salvation.A god who has believed in God for more than 40 years, naturally understands the psychology of those believers very well.

Using God's name to persecute and using God's gift to lure, aimless wanderers, who are the most indispensable in the last days, surrounded the old man and became a big group.

In it, all the materials collected by the members must be shown to the old man, and if they like it, they will be taken away in the name of God, and an illusory gift of God will be promised.In this way, the old man gathered a group of hundreds of people in a way that is difficult for normal people to understand, and the so-called boys and girls were used for sacrifices, which was also the old man's idea.

Use food or weapons to exchange helpless young children from their parents or guardians, or directly kill their parents to snatch the children.As the years passed, the old "high priest" lost the love of ordinary old people for children and replaced them with hatred.

Why can they enjoy doing nothing?

Why should their parents think of them everywhere?

Why can they rely on their weak bodies to live in this world!

Why...they have a more dynamic life than themselves? !

Abused, dismembered, roasted, and finally, with the pleasure of revenge, the poor child's flesh was eaten into his mouth.

In his memory, Moze felt the crazy excitement of the old man when he was doing these things. This is an unimaginable emotion and picture for Moze in peacetime.Even in bloody games marked with the Eighteen Prohibitions, only when the enemy is an adult, there will only be scenes of dismemberment.

Moze already felt unbearable to watch the lively life that was originally living die at the hands of "myself".

Recalling the crazy old man with three shrunken skeletons hanging around his neck that Chen Simeng absorbed near the bamboo building, his memory should be almost the same as that of this old man.

Only then can Chen Simeng, who was originally innocent, suddenly burst out with a terrifying expression.

"Yuan... Yuan!" I didn't care about the machete that had been swung in front of me, and I didn't bother to push the armor to block the howling bullets. The red tentacles and viscous liquid were on the emotional Moze. Tossing, dyed Moze as if turned into a blood man.

"Huh ha ha ha ha!" A deep and hoarse laughter came out of the dark bioluminescence, and the originally sly sunny expression became terribly distorted under the twitching muscles.

Yuan, as a split personality who is more sensitive to emotional perception, can't just ignore it like Moze after seeing the inhumane memory.He must hide these things well in the depths of his memory so that they will be forgotten over time.Otherwise, Moze, who is the main character, will be influenced by that crazy old man at some point, although the current Moze is not much better.

It was the first time that Moze and Yuan jointly controlled the body, and Moze felt his head was about to explode. The emotions belonged to Yuan, mixed with his own anger, causing the whole body to become agitated.

"Did you know? Those little octopuses like us very much." The voice with a happy smile seemed to appear in his mind again. When he communicated with Yuanzheng for the first time, his description of blv was a cute baby octopus .

But now, the blv virus consciousness that likes Moze and Yuan is also affected by the emotions of the two, and a terrible outbreak is brewing.

The two closest survivors have already stopped breathing... The reason why the prototype is called a prototype is because each prototype is a moving pathogen, and beside Moze, the red color of the virus is mixed. The solution had already formed a blood mist that was difficult to disperse.

In the eyes of the two survivors who stopped breathing, the pupils from brown to red slowly gathered light, but dimmed again in the next second.

The scarlet tentacles squirmed on their bodies, bringing the corroded and digested plasma back to Moze's body.

"Master!" Chen Simeng shouted anxiously not far away, he wanted to rush up, just like what Moze did to himself that day, to call back Moze's consciousness.

The three untied teenagers around him hugged Chen Simeng's legs and waist tightly with their numb arms.The children's keen intuition made them feel the terrible hostility in Mo Ze, but Chen Simeng couldn't feel it.

Since Moze is willing to rush over without hesitation when he is crazy, what reason does he have to abandon the master who is out of control!

Cruelly shaking off their bruised hands, Chen Simeng rushed towards Moze with his armor wrapped around him, but was held down by the wet Alex with a fishy smell on the way.

"If you don't want your master to see only one corpse later, it's better to stay away from him." Alex looked back with a complicated expression, and he really didn't understand why he just found another area that didn't have so many corpses When I went ashore on the beach, I saw Mo Ze, who had obviously reached a critical state, and Chen Simeng, who was not afraid of death and rushed up.

"Master!" Anxiously and at a loss, Chen Simeng pointed at Mo Ze, who was being shot by dozens of rifles. Chen Simeng pushed away Alex's arm that restrained him, and lowered his body to rush to Mo Ze's side again.

"He needs a release, and it will come soon, right now..." Alex, who has a deep understanding of the critical state, silently counted the time. Passed by.

The noisy shouts disappeared without a trace, and the original muzzle of the gun that spewed out crisp gunfire has also been silent.All that was left was the crisp crackling sound of tears splashing on Chen Simeng's cheeks as they fell to the ground.

The large group of survivors standing there had disappeared, and the only thing that could prove their existence was the scarlet streak on the ground, as well as the deformed machetes and guns.

The only difference from before was that Moze, who was covered with crimson liquid paste and tentacles, stood quietly at the original position, the corners of his mouth on the smooth side of his face were lifelessly parallel.

In Chen Simeng's memory, the corners of Mo Ze's mouth were always slightly upturned, and even if there was nothing to be happy about, he would still maintain a very shallow smile.Of course, no one else could know how much Chen Simeng beautified Mo Ze's memory.

"Ah... Damn mentally handicapped! It hurts me to death! You bastard!" Moze's heart is different from the indifferent appearance. Moze, who is not feeling well all over his body, is paralyzed on the soft bed, looking at the people around him. Looking at the source of a joking smile, he pinched his soft cheek fiercely: "Just bury the memory of that bastard, why do you want to trigger such a terrifying chain reaction in your body! It hurts!"

"Oh, let go of your anger, or you will keep holding it in, and sooner or later there will be problems." Looking down at Mo Ze, who was disapproving, Yuan waved away the fingers that pinched his cheeks to make a blush, and said softly: "Our memory It's sharing, and the mood is also sharing, even Chen Simeng can tell that you are still brooding over the breaking up of friendship, you want to lie to me?"

"Ah... Is there any inevitable connection between this and the outbreak just now?" Pretending not to understand, he slid over the topic of cold words. He has always mixed in cold words as his only source.

Even if the final outcome is not good, as an observer, he is still a little bit more comfortable than the person involved.

"Yes, release your mood and let it out by the way." Spreading his hands, he didn't seem to find Moze's hidden purpose, Yuan smacked his lips, turned over and got into the quilt: "Your Chen Simeng has been dangling beside you , don't you feel it?"

"Huh?" Communicating with Yuan in his mind was actually not much different from what would happen when his mind wandered. After recovering, Moze grinned and realized that he had left that battlefield and came to to another beach.

Throughout the whole process, he moved his legs subconsciously, which also made Chen Simeng think that Mo Ze had completely lost his consciousness, leaving only his body.

Stretching for a while, Chen Simeng jumped in front of Mo Ze in surprise with different movements, staring at Mo Ze's face with eyes full of steam, when Mo Ze felt a little embarrassed, Chen Simeng hugged Mo Ze tightly.

"Master! Are you... are you okay?" Chen Simeng asked the most general question in a bewildered tone, and Chen Simeng lay on Mo Ze's body without waiting for Mo Ze's answer.

Behind him was a soft golden beach, without those disgusting corpses, which also made Moze feel relieved and fell down on the beach following Chen Simeng's strength.Gently pulling Chen Simeng's drooping bangs to the top of his head, Mo Ze cleared his throat unnaturally: "Well, there was a little accident just now, did it scare you?"

There was no answer, only warm body temperature, and Chen Simeng's back glowed red by the setting sun.

"Well... If Alex doesn't mind, we can wait here until the evening before leaving." Embracing the speechless Chen Simeng, Mo Ze sniffed the light fragrance that belonged exclusively to Chen Simeng, and smiled happily.

As for the light bulb, Alex raised his eyebrows, leaned against a boulder, and also looked up at the colorful sky.

Two little kids.