Dark Moon Era

The iron is good. Even if it has been broken, the fracture is sharp.

There is no more suitable weapon than Tang Ling without the slightest hesitation.

After going through slaughter, the brain seems to be a little clearer. Tang Ling knows this situation today. Don’t expect to return to Safety Sector at all. Mang forest is relatively safe.

The obsession in his heart also led him. He had to go back again. He couldn’t find his mother-in-law, but also found his younger sister.

As for what?

17 Safety Sector will not always allow these corpses to wander. As long as the environment in the settlement can maintain relative security, there will always be someone new to make it more prosperous.

Tang Ling’s thoughts were so clear, but what was rolling in his heart was pain and anger that he could not express himself.

He ran fast, and the corpses also gathered from all around moved towards Tang Ling. No one could explain their ability to hunt for fresh flesh, just like the sharks in the sea are sensitive to blood.

With the experience of the first sober slaughter corpse, Tang Ling, who has a strong ability to learn in battle, is not too difficult to kill the second one, not to mention the ‘weapon’ in hand?

As a result, along the way, the second, the third … more and more corpses died in Tang Ling’s hands.

If it was awkward at the beginning, by the time the seventh corpse was killed, Tang Ling was familiar with it.

The direct attack, facing the weakness of the corpse, penetrated through the eyes, just as the corpse slammed.

This is simply an accurate ‘art’, but unfortunately the empty seat belt not at all alone can appreciate the amazing fighting innate talent of this teenager.

With a bang, he pulled out the iron in the corpse’s brain. Tang Ling was gasping for breath. There were countless corpses here, and his precise instinct could not be turned into endless physical strength to save him.

But Tang Ling was still running numbly. After losing his mother-in-law and younger sister, Life and Death actually became very light, but he didn’t want to die.

Moreover, the anger in his heart burned him, the familiar heat flow had burst in the limbs and began to move towards the heart.

Tang Ling knew that the weird state was about to start, and with just a little more anger, he would become the slaughter machine that night.

In fact, it is clear that God is playing with him, right? The corpses he killed were all people who had treated their family with goodwill.

How can I not be angry? How can we not be sad?

“Still …” Tang Ling didn’t look, but his eyes grew colder and colder. “Are you going to another one?”

It’s less than two hundred meters away from the edge of the woods. According to the density of the corpses now, Tang Ling can’t escape the siege.

The precise instinct tells him that as long as he can’t run 20 meters in this direction, he will be surrounded by more than five corpses from all directions.

Transformation is the only hope now.

The ridiculous thing is, are you really looking forward to this hope? Or just die and get rid of it?

The icy iron was slippery and greasy, all of which was the blood of a corpse, and God quickly gave Tang Ling a choice. A corpse with a roar of excitement caught up with Tang Ling.

Almost subconsciously, Tang Ling raised the iron in his hand, but his hand trembled involuntarily.

The corpse in front of him seemed very lucky, and he should have died without much pain during his lifetime.

So his clothes were clean and the signs of decay were not too heavy, except for the fatal wound on his right shoulder.

Such corpses are like alive.

Looking at it, Tang Ling’s brain seemed to explode, but this corpse had no emotional fluctuations except for the excitement of finding blood food. It lowered his body and jumped to Tang Ling without the slightest hesitation …

The wind with a rotten smell blew again, blowing indelible pieces of memory.

In Tang Ling’s memory.

The whole age is gray, but the time with my mother-in-law younger sister is warm yellow, like the gentle sunlight in the morning.

And the only time with a hazy color was maintained in front of the corpse.

“Why is my face so dirty? Aiya, it’s broken here …” A clean handkerchief was brushed across the face, and the soft hands pityed, and gently placed on the wound.

Her breath was sweet, and her smile was like a blue butterfly blooming in the countryside. Her sincere distress and pity in her eyes, like a clear lake, instantly drowned Tang Ling.

In the evening at the age of thirteen, Tang Ling had a great heartbeat for the first time.

Xiaoye, this extremely simple name has been imprinted in my heart ever since.

later…

The thoughts were just a flash. The corpse was less than five meters away from Tang Ling. The familiar eyes in the teenage dream no longer had the lake-like eyes and flower-like smile.

There were only gray-white ruthless eyes, and a crazy, greedy look.

Tang Ling raised the iron in his hand, and the hot sweat rolled into his eyes, burning his eyes and blurring his vision.

“I’m going to the seventh battalion of the settlement tomorrow.” During gasping for breath, Tang Ling stood helplessly in front of the door, watching Xiaoye packing his things.

I heard she was moving from next door. Tang Ling couldn’t control it, but she couldn’t ask anything? Even the mother-in-law who told him the news did not say more.

Just a sigh.

“Why go?”

“Because the girl has grown up to be attached to her partner, I will be the seventh battalion Hook from tomorrow …” She raised her eyes, her big eyes were still bright, and she could not see whether it was calm or sad.

Tang Ling scratched the door frame, and the wooden thorns stabbed into the hands without even realizing it. Hook? The bully in the settlement with the power to distribute drinking water.

Xiaoye stood up and approached Tang Ling.

The soft lips fell on Tang Ling’s forehead.

He left again in a flash, but turned around and left Tang Ling with the last smile.

With a bang, a sharp iron rod penetrated from the corpse’s eyes, and it was only a short battle. Such precision has become Tang Ling’s instinct.

Even if the sight is so blurred.

Pulling out the iron, a drop of fluid that could not tell whether it was sweat or tears slipped from the corner of Tang Ling’s right eye, and a sadness began to spread from his fingers.

‘Huh, huh …’ Tang Ling’s panting sound was like wild beast. He wasn’t so tired. He just felt unable to breathe. The cruel and cold age made him feel so depressed for the first time.

There is nowhere to put memories.

“You went to the seventh battalion, and I have never been there again. Although, occasionally, I will miss you.” It didn’t make any sense to tell the corpse, but Tang Ling just wanted to say it.

If you say it, there is no place to rest your memories, at least there are traces of the youth’s mind?

Fortunately, this sorrow-like sorrow was only a moment, and the next moment the heat burst from the heart drowned Tang Ling.

That mysterious state reappeared.