"Uh......h Woo Hehe......"

The leader of the mob covered his neck, but there was no way to stop the blood, let alone pull the iron pipe out of the deep throat, and his eyes were extremely frightened and unbelievable, desperately trying to make a final struggle.

Why is this happening?

Why did he die? Why is it he who is dying, and not this damn fool in front of him!

No, no, no! It's not like this, it can't be like this...... It's all fake! That's right, it's all fake!

Terrified, he tried his best to keep making loud but meaningless syllables from his open mouth, and spurting more blood foam......

It's no wonder that this guy is scared like this, because it is obvious that he can feel the feeling of life force passing quickly, which is definitely not a good experience, not only will it not make people relieved to face the impending death, but will only be more afraid and frightened.

The kind of soul that is flowing between the teeth, his body is rapidly losing its vitality, his vision is beginning to blur, and his ears seem to be unable to hear the sound anymore-

But he couldn't do anything, he could only watch the shadow of death attack him, devouring himself mercilessly...... This fear is definitely the most painful torment of this last conscious time.

"It's really rubbish, shouldn't you be ready to be killed if you want to kill someone? The ability to survive is your own ability, why do you feel that you take it for granted to kill people violently, and it is not allowed for others to kill you......"

Xia Ran looked at the leader of the thugs with some disgust, and crumpled the potato chip packaging bag in his hand and threw it in the other party's face.

He despised such a waste, so despised that he no longer cared about the convulsive convulsions of instinct next to him, and looked up at the thug over there.

If someone can stay calm at this time and observe carefully, they may find something unusual-

Obviously, after the leader of the thugs was pierced through his throat with a backhand blow, the blood seemed to be turned on to the biggest faucet, and he sprayed out desperately without money, staining the large area of clean floor around him red.

However, Xia Ran, who was next to him, was not splashed at all, not even the slightest trace of blood, and even the ground under his feet happened to have a faint invisible "circle", and there was no bloodstained area inside.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier shield protecting him, and even if he didn't have any response, the attack that the mob leader just now waved at his head would definitely not hurt him.

It's just a pity that at this time, no one has such a strong psychological quality and enough meticulous observation, so they ignore such a detail.

"Boss Hamasaki!"

"Dick! He killed Boss Hamasaki! He actually dared to fight back! ”

"We killed him, we killed him together! Everyone's revenge for the boss! ”

The group of thugs finally reacted one after another, and suddenly some people shouted angrily and urgently, maybe the others were still scared just now, and were shocked by Xia Ran's brutal and decisive direct counter-killing, but after the people around them shouted a few more times, their timidity faded like a tide.

The crowd is overwhelming, the group is bold, susceptible to suggestion, and infects each other.

As a result, the rabble is often very impulsive, has low judgment, and emotions dominate judgment, and has an emotional way of behaving, behaving very savagely, paranoid, and prone to extremes.

As it is now, this group of people is not aware of the seriousness of the problem, and they are completely unaware of what kind of terrible enemy they and others are facing.

They didn't even know how Hamasaki was killed in an instant, but because they didn't know it, they didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, after all, the ignorant are fearless. They subconsciously feel that this person is good and has a fast reaction speed.

So Hamasaki was completely defenseless, and the other party snatched the weapon violently, and stabbed him through the throat with his backhand, killing him directly......

But so what? The advantage of their side is that there are many people, as long as they rush up together to hack to death with knives or stick to kill each other, even if this guy can fight again, he will definitely not be able to hold out for more than ten seconds and will kneel and beg for mercy!

As soon as they shouted like this, they themselves instantly seemed to feel that they had a great advantage, and with a hula sound, half of them directly raised the baseball bats, iron pipes and even machetes in their hands, and rushed out directly with shouts.

How to lose if there are many people riding faces!

They can't think calmly at the moment, they only have a simple vicious emotion, they are purely brave and ruthless, and they feel that they must avenge Hamasaki's very prestigious companion, and at the same time, they want to viciously attack all the different voices who dare to disobey them!

They already know that this will be a new era, the order and class of the past will no longer exist, and those who have no power will have no value in living! Only those with strength like them will be able to adapt to such a new world as quickly as possible, and establish their rule in it!

Such an opportunity cannot be let go of anything, and their limited brain capacity feels that from now on, they must dare to fight, dare to kill, and be ruthless in order to become a master in the future.

How can they build up their prestige if they are casually opposed to them and do not get enough bloody lessons? Therefore, the guy on the other side who dares to fight back must die!

"Idiot! I'm going to send you to hell to regret ......"

"How dare you resist! You don't know what kind of stupid thing you've done! ”

"Die! Pigs! ”

The half-man was full of blood, his eyes were red, he was smiling and waving the weapons of various forms in his hands, and when he saw that he was about to rush in front of the idiot, everyone held their breath and poured all their strength into the muscles of their arms.

Red-eyed, they all wish they could snatch this head.

- The next moment!

The sound of ping-pong sounded, as if it was the sound of gold and iron clashing, and I don't know how many times it overlapped in an instant.

Immediately afterward, as soon as the screams sounded, they overlapped one after another, and one by one the figures flew back backwards in the direction they had charged, as fast as they came, as fast as they came!

The scene was like a kung fu movie classic, a large group of people rushed up, and then all of them were beaten upside down and flew back, and one by one the thugs slammed into the ground, letting out a terrible howl like killing pigs.

No wonder they didn't seem to be able to withstand such a blow, because they didn't just fly four or five meters upside down and smash into the porcelain ground, but they all had one of their hands cut off!

"Ahhhh——!!h

"My hands! My hand! ”

"Nope! Not ——!! ”

They screamed in disarray, and with their other hand they gripped the neatly severed arm, watching the smooth incision gush blood gushing out rapidly, the pain not reaching their brains for a while, but the fear was overwhelming.

Seven or eight launched an attack, and the thugs who were going to go up and beat them directly and beat each other to death all enjoyed such a treatment of chopping off their hands without exception.

Only the remaining half did not rush out, and the thug who was still guarding the group of students escaped—however, they probably didn't expect such a result, their eyes widened, but their pupils shrank to the limit.

Just like the group of students they guarded, they fell into a state of complete disbelief.

"W-What ......?"

"It's a lie......

"Impossible! It must be impossible......"

The left hand of the guy who stood motionless in place, at some point, elongated, split, and mimicked and deformed, like several huge poisonous snakes, surrounded him, and at the end of it shone a bone blade that shimmered with a sharp cold light—

At its feet were scattered baseball bats, iron pipes, machetes and other weapons, all of which were still held with a bloody severed hand, all of which were ruthlessly severed by the sudden explosion of the left hand at the moment of the confrontation.

"Ahhhh——!!h

This scene was even more bizarre and terrifying than just now, and finally some students couldn't suppress their fear and screamed.

There are even some girls who are pale, and their legs are weak, and they sit on the ground, with their mouths wide open as if they are out of breath.

This world is really changing so fast that they can't keep up with that speed at all, yesterday the apocalypse broke out, zombies appeared, and today there is such a monster that seems to be even more ferocious?

Whether it was fear or stress, they could not withstand such successive blows.

"What is 1000-7?"

Xia Ran didn't pay attention to the chaos over there, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked such a question softly.

He is not the kind of person who is so naïve that he thinks that the problem of the camp is above everything else, and he has to endure unconditionally for the sake of the so-called disgusting righteousness, although the truth is that in the face of the zombie apocalypse, every living person is precious.

However, he will not choose the overall situation as the priority for such a reason, and not worry about this garbage...... What are you kidding, will their survival really have any positive effect on the rest of humanity?

Rather, it would be better if they didn't exist, right? After all, they live to be a manure machine that wastes precious resources.

If the rest of the people want to survive, they do need a strong group to manage, but it should be more about leading the way, rather than letting this brainless waste rule.

- Then there is really no help.

No one answered Xia Ran's math question just now, just all kinds of pig killing, mixed with painful and terrible cries of fear one after another.

"No...... No! Please, be merciful......"

"Leave me alone! Leave me alone, don't do this...... They all told me to do this, it's none of my business......"

"Monster! Monster! You're a monster! Mom...... Mommy, come and save me, where are you, Mom...... Fuck off! Don't touch me! ”

Probably sensing the host's killing intent, his left hand directly and quickly split out the corresponding number of tentacles, and the sharp bone blade at the end was raised high, coming to the top of every thug who was paralyzed on the ground and wept-

It seems to be preparing to mend the knife.