In the vast white world, fine snowflakes were gradually floating in the sky. There was only one group of people walking slowly on the path, one foot shallow and one foot deep in the snow. It was Tang Ran and the others.
Tang Ran and his group set out two days ago. The heavy snow made the journey extremely difficult. They hurriedly hurriedly walked out of the city this afternoon.
"Sister, it's snowing." Tang Jing walked up to Tang Ran and opened his mouth to exhale clouds of white air.
Tang Ran nodded slightly and looked at everyone around him looking tired. Thinking that he had left the city, he immediately decided to rest where he was: "There are no other buildings around. Clear this land and build a few igloos. We will do it tonight." Spend the night here.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone became happy and actively made preparations.
"Xiao Jing, let's go forward and look for branches buried in the snow to make a fire." Tang Ran looked around and saw a branch sprouting not far away.
The two walked through the snow and soon brought back a large pile of dry wood.
In the ice and snow, a group of people sat around the fire, talking and laughing, which seemed particularly warm in this apocalyptic world.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Tang's mother and Liu Qingshui's family began to prepare for food. Tang Ran was discussing the next trip with Tang's father.
"The snow is too thick and many roads are blocked. We have to walk along the main road as much as possible." Father Tang frowned as he stared at the map.
Tang Ran tried hard to recall the details of his previous life, and pointed to one of the roads: "We have to avoid this place. The plants on the mountainside must have mutated. We can't take this risk now."
"Then there are only two roads, and the distances are almost the same. Which one should we take?" Father Tang nodded. There are only four of them with fighting ability now, and because of the craze of infected people, there is not even a D-level superpower. It's really too weak.
Tang Ran was also a little embarrassed, and after thinking for a while, he made a decision: "Let's take the Huanyu Avenue. We have walked through it before. There are many scattered villages nearby, which can make it convenient for us to rest."
The father and daughter reached a consensus. As soon as they walked out of the igloo, they saw many small black spots in the distance moving this way.
"Miss Tang, Mr. Tang. The meal is ready, come and have something hot." Liu Qingshui shouted, with a smile in his voice. Although they have been on the road these two days, they have been the most peaceful days that their family has spent. It feels great not to have to worry about life.
"There is someone!" Tang Ran's alert voice fell on everyone's ears. Tang Jing and Zhou Xiaoya, who were holding bowls, were instantly startled. Everyone stared into the distance without blinking.
"Eat, put it away as soon as you're done." Tang's father said in an anxious tone as he strode forward and took a few bites of a steamed bun.
Seeing Tang's father's actions, everyone hurriedly started eating as if they were waking up from a dream.
Several people walked closer, and Tang Ran and his group had already finished cleaning up.
Zhou Xiaoya lowered her voice and said to Tang Ran, "They are the ones from that night."
Tang Ran's face was calm, but he was a little frightened: "Are they Feng Yue and the others?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several figures had already arrived in front of Tang Ran. Tang Ran looked at him expressionlessly. In addition to Feng Yue, Yin Guoguo and the two younger brothers, there were actually six or seven unfamiliar faces.
It is said that enemies are extremely jealous when they meet, but Yin Guoguo strangely didn't say a word, only gave Tang Ran a complicated look, and helped Feng Yue to continue walking forward.
Seeing this, Tang's father hurriedly grabbed the last person: "What happened?"
The man struggled desperately to open Tang's father's hand and shouted: "Let me go quickly, there are many infected people, those people are all dead, I don't want to die, let go!"
Then he hurriedly walked forward.
The man's strength was so great that he staggered Father Tang. Tang Ran hurriedly stepped forward to help him, his face was ashen, and he said hastily: "Run quickly, take what you can into the space, and don't let go of what you can't."
The group of people walked along the footprints. Tang Ran opened the way in front without looking back, saying: "The infected people don't feel tired. We can't stop. If we stop, we will die."
He took a breath and continued: "Depending on the number, the places they spread to are different. Before they stop on their own, they can only run."
After hearing this, everyone said nothing more and just hurried on, catching up with Feng Yue and the others after a while.
Feng Yue's face was extremely pale, and his eyes revealed strong hatred inadvertently, but he concealed it very well.
Tang Ran naturally noticed it, but now she had no time to pay attention to it. She glanced at it briefly and then looked away and stopped paying attention.
"Ah!" One person fell to the ground because of too much panic and exhaustion. When he got up, he suddenly saw the approaching shadow behind him. He suddenly collapsed and cried: "Here we are, we are dead, this damn monster."
When everyone heard this, they all turned around and looked behind the avatar. The pitch-black scales reflected the light of the snow, and it was so dark that it looked extremely scary.
"We can't run away." Tang Ran took a long breath, pulled out the Tang Dao he carried with him, and said with fierce eyes: "The advance troops, numbering in the hundreds at most, follow me and kill!"
Tang Jingdu, the father of Tang Dynasty, pulled out his sword and held the handle tightly with a determined aura on his body.
"Liu Qingshui, take my mother and leave quickly." Tang Ran shouted in a low voice, slowing down his breathing to adjust his body to the optimal level.
Feng Yue and others also knew that they could not run away, so they stood still with tragic looks in their eyes.
"Guoguo, you should leave quickly." Feng Yue said weakly, but with firmness in his tone: "I'm going to cut off the queen for you, and leave quickly, or I will regret it later."
Yin Guoguo looked at Feng Yue steadily for a while, then turned and left without looking back.
Some people cried and screamed, some continued to flee, and two men steadied themselves, took out kitchen knives from their bags, and stood trembling in the cold wind.
"It's snowing heavily." Tang Ran murmured, closed his eyes, covered his face with a scarf, and whispered to the people next to him: "Remember, chop the brain stem or dig out the crystal, otherwise they won't be able to dead."
The smelly breath came, and Tang Ran seemed to be able to hear the smile in the roar. The dark scales came to Tang Ran in the blink of an eye, and the infected people were swallowed up in a black mass in an instant.
"Kill!" The decisive aura around Tang Ran instantly moved the people around him. A head flew into the sky, but there were endless infected people approaching Tang Ran.
Tang Ran flew out with swords, and each sword could kill an infected person. The sharp water arrows surrounded Tang Ran in a protective shape, penetrating the head of the sneak attacker from time to time.
Tang Jing and Tang's father were back to back, waving the swords in their hands desperately. Tang Jing would throw a fireball from time to time, and Tang's father would make up for it with another sword. The father and son seemed to have a tacit understanding.
Zhou Xiaoya appears to be much more violent, often punching the infected person's head or punching through the chest. His brutal moves even leave a vacuum around him.
"Ah——" The shrill screams were instantly covered up by the sound of chewing, and roars resounded in Tang Ran's ears. She was covered in blood, and the world in front of her eyes was blood red. Her arms gradually felt sore, but she didn't If you dare to relax, you can only swing the knife mechanically and keep shouting "kill".
Several people gradually gathered together. The arms in front of Father Tang and Tang Jing were covered with scratches. Zhou Xiaoya even had a piece of meat bitten off on his right hand. Zhao Fei protected Feng Yue, but there was no trace of He Haisheng. The two groups of people were there. At this moment, it seemed that everyone had let go of the hatred in their hearts.
Bodies, heads, and blood were everywhere on the snow-white ground. Tang Ran felt like he didn't even have the strength to lift the knife. Looking at the infected people in front of him who were about to pounce, Tang Ran felt a sense of despair in his heart. Was he going to die... …
