There were several broken corpses lying on the ground, all of which had been disembowelled. A large section of intestines flowed out from the stomach, and all the internal organs were eaten clean.
The fat infected person held down a man who was struggling, inserted a claw into the man's chest, and actually took out the heart. He grinned in a wide arc, chewing and swallowing, as if eating. What a rare delicacy we got.
The poor man only had time to let out a half-scream, his trembling hands twitched twice, and then he lost his voice.
The man's eyes were fixed on Tang Ran's direction, and his eyes fell on the Tang Dao in Tang Ran's hand, seemingly hopeful.
As soon as he saw such a tragic scene, Tang Jing couldn't bear it anymore and instantly took off his mask and vomited it out.
Tang Ran quickly targeted the infected child standing in front of Zhou Xiaoya and a strange man.
The two of them seemed to have resisted. Their clothes were covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whose clothes belonged to them. The young man looked pale and stood precariously in front of Zhou Xiaoya.
The swishing wind of the knife passed by, and Tang Ran appeared next to the infected child like a swift cheetah. The fat infected child reacted instantly when he heard the movement and made an unpleasant hoarse sound.
But it was too late. The infected child turned around and could only see the silver-white blade flashing in front of his eyes.
A dark head flew up and fell in the distance. The child's body fell limply in front of Zhou Xiaoya, showing no signs of aggression.
Zhou Xiaoya had already prepared to die. She said her last words in her heart, closed her eyes and waited for death. Unexpectedly, the severe pain that could be imagined did not come, but a cold and gentle voice came.
"Get up quickly and hide aside." After Tang Ran said that, he turned around as if he had eyes and caught the fat infected man's attack.
The scales on the fat infected man's arms were as fine as armor, indicating that he was extraordinary. When the knife was slashed, there was only the sound of metal hitting and rubbing against each other.
Just looking at Lin Jia, this fat man was probably close to being a D-level infected person, and Tang Ran secretly sighed.
The levels of infected people are the same as those of superpowers, from low to high they are D, C, B, A, S, and the legendary double S, but I have never seen it.
Human beings' abilities have not yet awakened, so it stands to reason that there will be no level of infected people.
Tang Ran kept tugging at the fat infected person, feeling worried. I can't stay here for too long, the bloody smell will attract other infected people, and when the time comes, I will be blocked in an alley, and I will really be unable to save myself.
My current physical fitness is still too weak. If the infected person wasn't too fat and slow to move, he might have to explain it here.
Tang Ran's heart became more and more serious, and his hand holding the Tang knife tightened a little. The fat infected man's huge attack made Tang Ran's mouth numb by holding the handle of the knife. The shock and pain on his arm made Tang Ran's eyes look fierce.
Tang Ran bowed and launched himself like a spring. A beautiful knife slashed the infected person's body, followed by a desperate attack.
The fat infected man roared, clearly irritated. Fighting with Tang Ran like crazy, he wanted to avenge his child.
Tang Ran gritted his teeth, and the Tang knife struck the scales, causing sparks to strike. His movements were as fast as lightning, he stepped hard on the wall with the sole of his left foot, and with a light leap, he flew behind the fat infected man.
The infected man's attack failed and he hit his head against the wall. He stood up unsteadily and wanted to vent his anger, but he saw a blade appearing at his throat.
A roar stuck in his throat, and black and red blood drops dripped from the tip of the knife. Tang Ran pulled out the knife and let out a long breath.
He turned around and was about to ask a few people to leave, but a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart. His hair stood on end and he subconsciously hid aside.
The severe pain came, and the feeling of flying flesh and blood made Tang Ran feel dazed for a moment. She bit the tip of her tongue to stay awake, quickly put the knife across her chest, and looked back warily.
But Tang Jing only heard an exclamation, "Sister!" A shovel appeared in front of Tang Ran.
Tang Jing's surprise caused the infected person to be hit by a shovel before he could react, and then it landed on his head and neck crazily and non-stop.
"Xiao Jing, okay, Xiao Jing." Looking at the infected person whose head was about to be smashed into mud, Tang Ran had to step forward and hold Tang Jing, his tone was a little weak: "Take Xiaoya and let's go quickly, this infected person already dead."
Tang Ran felt a burning sensation coming from the wound on her arm, which made her feel bad.
Being pulled by Tang Ran, Tang Jing came to his senses. He blinked his scarlet eyes and looked at Tang Ran's injured arm. His lips trembled but he didn't say anything and walked quickly towards Zhou Xiaoya.
Zhou Ya hid among several trash cans, holding the young man tightly with both hands, crying silently.
When he saw Tang Jing, he was stunned and unwilling to let go.
Tang Ran couldn't help but frown when he saw this, and stepped forward to check the man's pulse. He felt a little sad, but still said sternly: "We must leave now, otherwise none of us will survive."
When Zhou Xiaoya heard Tang Ran's voice, her mouth opened and closed slightly, and her tears flowed even more fiercely. But when he looked up and saw Tang Ran's pale face and the hideous wounds on his arms, he suddenly felt even sadder.
She gently put the man on the ground, thanked him, turned to Tang Ran and said softly: "Let's go."
Seeing this, Tang Jing breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his grip a little. Fortunately, she was someone who could carry it clearly, otherwise he would have wanted to smash her to death with a shovel right now.
