Dark Moon Era

Walking alone in the seat belt, the wind of the call sign also seems to be more violent because of this loneliness.

The black clouds swelled, the black clouds gathered, and eventually they were swept away by the wind, and the pale sky was exposed.

There is no sunlight and no gloom.

It’s just that white light that pierces his eyes.

Grief is a ‘powerful’ power that makes Tang Ling feel cold, distance, and even time.

Maybe it’s been a long time, maybe just a moment.

After all, Tang Ling was standing on the edge of that transfer station.

Looking at the ruins of the eyes, the sky didn’t change much, but the sky seemed to be more dazzling, but it didn’t mean to be dark at all.

And the transit station, which had just experienced the fire, was still full of misty blue smoke, and the nose was full of acrid burnt and bloody flavor, just like the night of change.

Tang Ling’s throat rolled, holding back the huge pain, slowly moved towards it.

The original muddy road was covered with broken rubble and debris, and became extremely thorny.

But Tang Ling had no intention of feeling this, and his eyes had a kind of empty confusion, and there was an unexplainable numbness in his heart.

There seems to be a force pushing him to make him ignore everything, and even Tang Ling forgets how he came out of the Safety Sector? And how do you pass through the very guarded gate?

But at this time Tang Ling couldn’t think at all, only the moment when his mother-in-law and younger sister were killed were circling in his memory. Fearing and sad, he seemed to have grasped the only comfort, as if he had reached the place of the murder.

I can meet them again!

The shattering sound of ‘oh la la’ rubble appeared at Tang Ling’s feet, and it was harsh in this extremely quiet dead place.

But Tang Ling didn’t wait to go deeper into the transfer station. The surrounding seemed to respond to his footsteps, and various sounds were heard.

oh la la…

Crackling …

boom…

Tang Ling stopped suddenly, his body bowed instinctively, and subconsciously shouted ‘Who’?

With this voice echoing in the seat belt, Tang Ling’s breathing suddenly increased, a clear and sober consciousness suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, and channeled into his somewhat dull and numb psychedelic brain.

Why did you come here? Why do you have such an inexplicable impulse? Seems reasonable and surprising!

The memories along the way seemed to be full of deviations, seemingly coherent but can’t recall the details, full of a sense of disharmony and break.

Unfortunately, there is no time left for Tang Ling to think about it.

With his voice falling, the world was quiet for less than a second, just like an explosion, the secret and fine sound of all around was no longer covered, and became the noise of hiding the sky and covering the earth.

each and everyone Twisted silhouette stood up from the ground, and in a ruin not far away, a pair of skin-colored flesh-flipped arms rolled away the debris covering it, with a low roar, Just climbed out less than ten meters from Tang Ling.

“Uncle Zhang?” A familiar name emerged from Tang Ling’s mind, coinciding with the silhouette in front of him.

He died under the knife of Purple Moon Warrior, did he wander here?

Tang Ling’s brain tingled with a soreness, but at this moment, a wind with a rotten smell blew across Tang Ling’s face, and Tang Ling leaned back abruptly, avoiding the grasping direction The gray paws on his face!

Wild beast-like speed, with decaying corpse smell, cold gray eyes, with a crazy desire to eat.

Is he Uncle Zhang? The clear sight is the corpse!

Any human body, if not cremated to ash in time, will become a corpse.

This is the iron rule of the times, and no one can break it.

Looking at the silhouette surrounded by layers not far away, Tang Ling almost knew that he was surrounded by corpses.

The emergence of ‘Uncle Zhang’ is but the beginning of the movement of death.

Immediately into the abyss of despair, Tang Ling can no longer continue to think about this inexplicable everything.

The innate precision instinct allowed him to judge the whole situation at this moment.

During the tumbling, Tang Ling had already grasped a sharp-edged stone in his hand, and then stopped the tumbling body by a residual pillar.

Before there was any respite, Tang Ling stood up against the pillar as soon as he turned over, and the fresh flesh attracted the corpse deadly. If he didn’t hit it, the corpse rushed to Tang Ling again.

In this case, Tang Ling just made a step to the left and almost jumped around without thinking.

The corpse’s body just happened to pounce over at this time. Tang Ling dodged in time, leaving it empty, but the huge inertia made it too late to stop and hit the pillar.

Tang Ling also landed on this instant, the point of the landing is extremely accurate behind the corpse!

The corpse turned his head and sent out an angry roar. The brain that has lost its ability to think is just an instinctual anger. How did the weak prey escape?

Tang Ling pursed his lips, but also struck the corpse’s neck from behind just by instinct.

The sharp stone was raised high, and the corpse’s claws were retracted, grasping Tang Ling’s arm.

If you break it, Tang Ling’s result will be only one, and that is-it will become a corpse.

There was no time for Tang Ling to hesitate, the stone landed heavily on the back of the corpse, and instantly burst the black plasma.

The corpse’s body snapped, then softened into Tang Ling’s arm.

In fact, it is not very difficult. Under the impact of a hard stone, smashing a corpse’s head is not much different from smashing a wild fruit.

A neat kill! However, Tang Ling is not happy that his skill has become agile and his power has become strong. For the first time, he can fully fit the precision instinct.

Although once upon a time, he had an extravagant hope that his body could keep up with his judgment.

‘Pap’, throwing away the stone in his hand, Tang Ling’s face showed a painful and weird smile. The moment he fell, he and the corpse faced each other, even though the gray and greedy eyes were so strange But that face was familiar.

This pain quickly spread, accompanied by something called memories that brought Tang Ling into ‘purgatory’ instantly.

Uncle Zhang, who seemed to be still standing in front of him, wielding a sharp stick and inserted into the body of a sharp-toothed rabbit in front of him.

“Did you know? The sharp rabbit jumped up and exposed its soft belly, and moved fast.”

He seemed to smile again and again, and quietly stuffed a small piece of dry food in his hands.

The small piece saved the life of the family after being hungry for two days.

…

He closed his lips tightly, and Tang Ling didn’t cry.

He picked up a rusty iron rod from the ruins next to it to support the tent.

took a deep breath, chose a direction with fewer corpses, moved towards the second seatbelt-Mang Lin, and moved forward firmly.