The peaceful world has a lot of pursuit of excitement, especially energetic college students. Late at night, with the door closed and the entire dormitory gathering around the computer to play horror games, it is a rare spice in life.
But the disaster really struck, and Pao Mu's curiosity was suddenly exposed. The fantasy of the end of the world turned out to be just Ye Gong's love for dragons.
The corridor is narrow, and Ning'an's plain clothes are inevitably stained with scarlet. Most of the souls killed under the knife are young faces, and most of them must have been students during their lifetimes.
After breaking open the building door, there was a small room on the left side of the front desk. On the door was written "Building No. 1 Dormitory Management Room". The middle door was wide open and unlocked. When Ning An entered, he saw a mess, as if he had been trapped. It looked like a thief had robbed the house, but the dormitory manager who was supposed to live here was lying dead at the door.
Ning An put the unconscious girl on the bed, locked the door and left.
"Um?"
As soon as Ning An closed the door, he caught the door of a dormitory in the corridor ajar with his peripheral vision. He looked over and saw that the door quietly closed again.
You know, when Ning'an was dealing with the zombies wandering in the corridor, no one in the dormitory dared to make any noise, as if he was more terrifying than the zombies.
But there are bold masters.
Ning'an didn't care, as long as these students waited patiently, it wouldn't take long before the soldiers arriving one after another from outside would rescue them.
The girl is safe for now, and she will go up to the fourth floor to repay her kindness.
"Brother!"
Ning An paused and turned to look.
"Brother!" The man's face turned pale. He leaned against the dormitory door and waved to Ning An from afar, "Have you...have you eaten? I happen to have some snacks here..."
The cold wind poured into the corridor and carried away the blood slightly, but it also blew away the corpses on the ground. Their bare heads rolled, and a patch of colorful flowers fell wherever they passed.
Seemingly realizing that it was not the right time to talk about these things, Ning An hurriedly shouted, "I have money..." without waiting for Ning An's response.
Yes, I need to eat and have money, so I think I came here to do some work.
But let's not forget that Ning'an was penniless when he first arrived in this place. The dignified young master of Ning Mansion had a cleaner pocket than his face.
He had no shortage of food and clothing since he was a child, but Ning'an knew the value of money better than ordinary people. This sentence was thrown around and Ning'an was put into a trap.
Ning An turned around and disappeared into the stairs.
"Follow up."
Xiang Chong's increasingly gloomy face suddenly became happy. He put on his backpack, took out the steel rod and chased after him.
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Rhythmic footsteps sounded on the stairs, as if it was the opening music. As soon as the visitor went upstairs, he bumped into a group of enthusiastic "fans".
"Good guy!"
Ning An suddenly grinned when he heard the sudden noise in the corridor around the corner.
There was only one building. I thought that the five or six zombies on the first floor would account for the majority, but I didn't expect that there were quite a few on the second floor as well.
The body paused, eyes turned white, and the zombie on all fours rushed out and hit the wall with its head.
Boom!
Ning An looked at the dying zombie at his feet, feeling amused, and quickly stabbed his neck with a knife.
The long knife brought out the stinking hot blood, and the zombie gradually stopped struggling.
Strangely enough, zombies have a huge thirst for blood, whether it is animal blood or human blood, but the moment a human is infected and becomes a zombie, the zombies seem to have shriveled up and lost all interest in it.
Blood stained the stairs red, and zombies came one after another.
one two three four.
Ning'an retreated and looked around, then retreated to the first floor corridor again. Seeing that there were no more zombies emerging from the stairs, she felt relieved.
These are probably the zombies wandering in the corridor on the second floor, right?
The corridor is narrow, but it is much better than the stairs.
Ning An pressed the knife with both hands and looked at the pushing and shouting in front of him. He lowered his waist and staggered, slowly building up his momentum.
The yellow-haired zombie was pushed to the ground, and it seemed to smell the human scent in front of it. It became more and more excited and screamed. It stretched its neck and exposed its huge bloody mouth.
Ning An's eyes narrowed, and he took advantage of the situation to slash down, and a head fell to the ground.
"Ho ho..."
The bones of the former were not yet cold, but then the zombies came madly and bit them with bloody footprints. Ning An jumped back to avoid it, and held the scabbard in his left hand firmly and swung it on its head. Before the loud noise could be heard, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared, and he grabbed the zombies. Neck.
Boom!
Ning An adjusted his breathing and didn't even look at the two corpses lying on the ground, only waiting for the remaining two to come to die.
Little did they know that Xiang Chong had already been stunned and hid in the dormitory.
"Damn it, this...who is this guy like?!"
Xiang Chong's body trembled and he looked at the camera in his hand hesitantly. After some mental struggle, he slowly raised it and pointed it at Ning An.
In addition to being a student, Xiang Chong is also a video blogger, focusing on interviewing documentary news that has a lot of public opinion in the society, ranging from the unknown shady stories of large companies to the trivial secrets of the student union. Material from Xiang Chong’s video.
Some people say that he sells anxiety, and some people say that his exposure is true, but the bad is good, and there is a lot of traffic. This is also the confidence that Xiang Chong dares to say "I have money."
Regardless of his family, Xiang Chong, who has 900,000 fans on the Internet, is indeed rich.
A tripod replaced the trembling hands to support the camera. On the screen, the young man was as quiet as a virgin, but moved like thunder. His hand raised and lowered the knife, and his clothes became a little redder.
Ning An ignored the man filming behind him, put the scabbard on his waist, and gradually frowned.
Zombies emerge after a cataclysm, that's no problem.
However, there were hundreds of people surrounding the party at that time, and there were only eight initial mutants. The rest were all infected with mutations. Why were there so many zombies in this dormitory?
You know, Ning An doesn't care about the zombies sealed in the dormitory. These are just the "minority" wandering in the corridors.
And the mutation shouldn’t happen so quickly after being infected by zombies!
Ning An took a deep breath and secretly thought it was bad luck.
If nothing else happens, a real puppet will be born nearby.
"When the first puppet is born, the demonic aura becomes stronger and stronger, and will be accompanied by the following puppets. As time goes by, the invasion will become more urgent."
There are also theories about the birth of the true puppet in the early stage. It does not appear in a random place. When the demonic energy is not abundant, the true puppet needs to rely on human beings' "evil" to appear. The stronger the malice, the faster the true puppet will be born. ——That is, when the number of infected zombies is large enough, there is no need to rely on "malice", and more real puppets will follow.
Unexpectedly, this university looks glamorous on the surface, but there are many scandals behind it.
Ning An stared at the simple long knife in his hand and smiled.
According to ancient books, only by killing the real puppet head-on can you have a chance of receiving the inheritance of heaven and receiving the reward of heavenly spirit. But it is only recorded in some unofficial histories. According to my grandfather, in the early days, people did not use puppet crystals to strengthen their bodies. Many people received blessings from heaven. However, since the absorption of puppet crystals became popular, the blessings from heaven gradually disappeared.
It is rare to have good skills, so I must kill the real puppet, practice the heavenly method, find a way to get rid of the evil spirit, and go back to save the Ning family!
"Brother..."
Ning An sheathed the sword and turned around to see Xiang Chong walking towards him.
"Friend, you can call me Ning'an."
Xiang Chong looked at the white palm that was handed to him and swallowed his saliva with excitement.
So handsome! So strong! So polite!
"Oh! Oh! My name is Xiang Chong! That...Brother Ning," Xiang Chong got closer to him after knowing his name. He quickly handed over the camera and showed the video of Ning An killing zombies.
"Brother Ning, look... look at me shooting this, is it okay?"
"Well, it's quite clear."
"Ah? Oh, it is indeed clear...Brother Ning, you are an open-minded person. I am not easy to beat around the bush. You see, I will shoot this and post it on the social platform. Do you agree? I can code it for you and the video will be paid. Or I can transfer them all to you, and I will take advantage of the popularity to gain some attention... But I still take advantage, and I can pay you some more subsidies, hehe..."
Young Master Xiang Chong was a little embarrassed. He was not as nervous as he is now when he was working undercover in a MLM organization. You know, the man in front of him was a ruthless man who killed zombies without changing his expression!
"Huh? Social platform?"
Ning An's eyes lit up and he took a closer look at the man in front of him.
Her short hair is as straight as steel needles, her eyebrows are bushy, her eyes are small but very lively, and she wears black-rimmed glasses and has a somewhat elegant temperament. Although she speaks nervously, she is also clear and mature, without any trace of the youthful look of a student.
"Sorry, sorry, I'll delete it right away..."
"Friend, you misunderstood," Ning An said with some expectation, "You can go ahead and post it! But your influence..."
"Brother Ning! I can guarantee it!" Xiang Chong was immediately excited. He knew how much of a sensation this video would cause, and his fame would even be as high as that of the top. "Not to mention that I have 900,000 fans, but with the quality of this content, It’s no problem to rank among the top three most searched items on all platforms!”
As for the most popular search? That must be because the emergency notice issued by the state did not go away.
The next sentence confused Xiang Chong.
"This is the best. Then please add one sentence," Ning An suddenly became serious and stared into Xiang Chong's eyes. "Absorbing the crystals in the zombies' brains will have irreversible effects on humans, and there is even the possibility of turning into zombies!"
"this……"
A big question mark appeared on Xiang Chong's head.
Even though he is an elite from one of the top universities in the country, he cannot understand the meaning of this sentence. What crystal? What's the impact?
If you add other words, you should add them. In this troubled world, even if you are wrong, you can still confuse the public and make people laugh, but if you want to talk about zombies, then you have to put me on the fire to roast!
The more popular this video is, the more suffering I will have to suffer, or I might go to jail for spreading rumors.
"What? Is there any difficulty?"
"It's not that difficult..."
Xiang Chong took out his mobile phone and was hesitantly planning to search the platform regulations to show Ning An.
Ning An looked at Xiang Chong who was moving around. He didn't care that the soles of his feet were covered with blood. Instead, he smiled and teased, "My friend is very brave. I see many people want to faint when they see blood."
Xiang Chong moved for a moment, as if he thought of something, his interest dropped a bit, and his voice became a little heavier.
"Ah, these," Xiang Chong laughed to himself, "Afraid, why not? They could kill people.
But Brother Ning, you know, I just watched you kill zombies from a distance, and those zombies also knew not to eat their own kind. "
As he spoke, he showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "Brother Ning, zombies don't eat their own kind!"
The gloomy wind blowing from the window sill blew into the woods, making shadowy shadows. If you listen carefully, it seems to be carrying a bit of crying.
