shock!

Meng Fan could only use the word shock to describe his mood at this time, because the strange man's face could no longer be called a human face. At least 80% of his face had no skin, especially his mouth and nose, all of which were exposed to gloomy bones. His left ear was gone, and half of his right ear was gnawed off by something, and even bones were exposed on his eyes.

If Meng Fan hadn't been talking to him for a long time, he would definitely treat him as a skeleton or a zombie that had not yet been dried, and he would not treat him as a human anyway.

"You need my help now, call me a kind of person." The weirdo continued to roar, his thinking seemed a little confused: "But it was you so-called kind who drove me out of your base, not counting. When I knelt on the ground and begged you to let me go, you pointed a gun at my head and wanted to kill me and the zombies. At that time, have you ever thought that I am your kind, and that's how you treat your kind?"

As he was talking, the weirdo was already in tears. Meng Fan could imagine the pain and helplessness of being treated as an infected person or even as a zombie. If a person becomes uninhibited, ghosts and ghosts, he cannot be tolerated by humans or zombies, his inner despair can be imagined.

Meng Fan did not intend to accuse those human compatriots who treated him in this way, because if Meng Fan was the leader of the base, he would not agree to accept humans like him. When people in the end of the world faced humans who were caught and bitten by zombies, their usual principle was: it would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than miss one, because everyone knows the terrible consequences of missing one. Therefore, even the most kind base leader can only let him leave alive.

Obviously, what he met was not a kind base owner, who must have pretended to let him go, but arranged for his subordinates to kill him outside the base.

Meng Fan also read from his tears that he was definitely a real human being, because only humans have such rich emotions, and he also believed that strange people were still nostalgic for the human world, otherwise how could they be so emotional?

As the old saying goes, without love that penetrates deeply into the bone marrow, how can there be hatred that penetrates deeply into the bone marrow?

"If the flying knife had not appeared in time, I would have become a real ghost. From that moment on, I would have no nostalgia for your world."

"In fact, whether a person is a human is not his face, but his heart. I have a friend with horns on his head and scales on his body, but he is still with us, and we have never discriminated against him. On the contrary, just like the purple blood man you mentioned just now, even if he becomes human, he is still a zombie wearing human skin."

"Stop talking, stop your preaching!" The weirdo roared: "Your matter has nothing to do with me, don't want me to provide any help to you. If it weren't for the prophet asking us to help the troubled humans, I wouldn't have appeared before you. Now that you can protect yourself, you will never be able to do anything in the future."

When the weird man finished speaking, he had already floated out several meters away, and there were dozens of zombies in the direction he was running.

"Be careful behind!" Meng Fan hurriedly warned, but something strange happened. The zombies seemed to have not seen him at all, and they still walked side by side as before, without any intention of attacking him.

The weirdo passed by the zombie safely. Meng Fan thought to himself: "He must have evolved some kind of superpower, so that the zombies would not treat him as prey. Unfortunately, he was unwilling to help humans. Otherwise, if Academician Liao studied him, he might be able to develop a pill. People would not be attacked by zombies after taking it. That would be great. No, I still have to follow him and persuade him. There is also a person he respects very much. He seems to be very friendly to humans."

Meng Fan only chased after a few steps, and suddenly a ray of light flashed in front of him. Meng Fan hurriedly avoided it, but after the shiny thing attacked, another object flashed with silver light came. Although Meng Fan felt the danger, it was too late. The second shiny thing hit the edge of Meng Fan's helmet and hit a string of sparks.

When the thing fell to the ground, Meng Fan saw that it turned out to be a knife for eating Western food, and then a man jumped out of the building next to him.

"Don't chase after you, otherwise the next knife will hit your throat!" A woman's voice sounded in Meng Fan's ear.

A woman with only a short hair with all her hair stood in the way of Meng Fan's pursuit, holding two weapons that were exactly the same as the knives that fell to the ground.

Needless to say, the flying knife just now was her masterpiece, and it was obvious that she had shown mercy and did not really take Meng Fan's life.

How could a woman who can exert such great power from an ordinary table knife? The "flying knife" that Youhun just mentioned flashed in her mind. However, Meng Fan did not expect that the flies would be a woman, or a female evolver.

The flying knife was not masked, and her face was just like a sky and an underground than the wandering soul. The long-term running in the wild made her figure more convex. The only disadvantage was that there was a maple leaf-shaped birthmark on her left half of her face. But this did not seem to affect her beauty, but instead made her look more mysterious.

Maybe she is not as beautiful as the women around Meng Fan, but in such a world where zombies are rampant, against the backdrop of dead trees and flowers around her and the old walls of scrap cars, she is a different story in Meng Fan's eyes, who had just seen the ugly and terrifying face of Wanhun.

Beautiful things seem to be contrasted by ugly things.

Of course, Meng Fan didn't have the time and energy to praise her beauty, "Miss, I want to meet the prophet, can I?"

The mysterious woman's eyebrows moved slightly, and she was obviously a little surprised why Meng Fan knew about the prophet. At this time, a soft voice sounded, neither male nor female: "The prophet can be seen by anyone who wants to see it."

A man appeared with the sound. He appeared on a used car not far from Meng Fan. What happened to him was not even noticed by Meng Fan's alertness.

However, after seeing this person's figure and appearance, Meng Fan couldn't help but smile, because this person really didn't look like a human at all, but looked like a big horse monkey without a tail, and even his face was covered with golden fluff.

"Why are you laughing? You don't have to be so happy if you haven't seen someone as handsome as me!" Seeing Meng Fan's smile, the tailless horse monkey suddenly became a little angry.

Meng Fan also noticed his misogyny and stopped smiling and said, "You are indeed handsome and elegant, and anyone will be very happy to see it."

"Stone Monkey, don't follow him? Talking, let's go." After the woman finished speaking, she ran towards the direction where the weirdo left. Two zombies blocking the way were killed by her raising her hand. A table knife that had no handle was inserted above the head of the zombie who fell to the ground.

The stone monkey looked weird and was walking unremarkable. He jumped up and jumped along the wires outside the building on the left side of the road. His speed was much faster than that of an ordinary person running with all his might on the ground.

Meng Fan did not chase after him. He didn't think what the woman said just now was a joke. He didn't want to be stuck in the forehead like the two zombies just now after running a few steps.

At this time, Meng Fan remembered that he forgot to ask the monster how to destroy the purple blood man. The man who claimed to be a wandering soul clearly planned to tell Meng Fan at first, but later he was excited and ended the topic.

Although she was a little annoyed, Meng Fan had to continue moving forward alone. At this time, a large number of zombies had emerged in front and behind the streets. Meng Fan could only use a car to jump to a building on the side of the road, break the window with a knife, and drill in.

A second-level agile zombie followed Meng Fan at a super fast speed. It thought it could enjoy a big meal alone, but it was killed by Meng Fan with one knife and fell to the ground at a faster speed from the window.

After Meng Fan came out of the door of this house, he chose to knock the room that had been locked and opened. The reason why he chose the room that had locked the door was because Meng Fan believed that there should be no zombies in the room that had locked the door.

Despite this, Meng Fan still did not relax his vigilance. He held up his gun and inspected every room, and finally saw a terrifying body in the bedroom.

The body was already highly decayed, and he was holding a fruit knife in his left hand. It looked like he was committing suicide by cutting his wrist. There were five big black words on the wall: "I curse God!"

Meng Fan looked at these five words sadly. This man probably believed in Christ during his lifetime, thinking that the gods would protect him at the most dangerous time. As a result, it was obvious that things went against his wishes. In the end, he did not have the courage to escape, so he locked himself in the room and cut his wrist and committed suicide.

Meng Fan didn't know how many people were trapped in the city and died slowly after the disaster. He believed that there would definitely be many. This was a helpless thing. There was no rescue, no hope, no food, no water, only the endless zombies and mutant creatures that were eating people. For many ordinary people, the only thing they could do was wait for the arrival of death.

Meng Fan came to the balcony. The light was better here and he could clearly see the situation outside. When he saw that there were still many zombies on the other road, he did not go out rashly, but took out the compressed biscuits he carried on his waist and put them in his mouth and chewed them slowly.

After running around for a long time, Meng Fan was unable to eat a bite of hot rice. The food on his body was left with only two biscuits, a bag of chocolate and half a pot of water. He didn't know when he would be able to contact the main force, so he had to save money, especially water and moisten his throat.

After his physical strength recovered a little, Meng Fan broke the window and came to another street. At this time, there were fierce gunfires about a thousand meters ahead of him. There were naturally people in the place where there were gunfires. Meng Fan was about to rush to go, and suddenly a black shadow flashed. He hurriedly raised his gun, but saw the creature in front of him, which was actually a tailless horse monkey.

"The prophet wants to see you, come with me!" The tailless horse monkey said coldly, then led the way and rushed away.

Meng Fan immediately put away his gun and used all his strength to chase him. After walking for two minutes, the big horse monkey turned around and smiled: "I didn't expect you, a guy, to be able to keep up."

Meng Fan panted and said, "It's too much. If you get faster, I'm afraid I can't keep up."
Chapter completed!