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In the dark wasteland of the Barrier Zone, the sand and gravel fly at a very fast speed in the wind, and at night, between 6 and 12 o'clock, the wind is at its strongest, and the air pressure becomes very chaotic because the sun goes out.

In a small dilapidated town in the wilderness, there was only a few glimmers of light, and most of the people in the Barrier District had taken refuge in dilapidated houses where they had rested.

Tick

In a house with four walls wrapped in formwork and cloth, there was a faint light, and Frye was huddled quietly in the corner of the room, the right side of his body had become extremely thick, and the lumps of pus were clearly visible, some of which had burst, and black viscous water dripped to the ground from time to time.

In front of Frye, there was a corpse, a male, who looked to have been dead for a long time, and at this time the corpse was shriveled, the skin was full of folds, and the black pus that dripped on the ground, as if it was alive, moved slowly towards the wound on the neck of the corpse in front of him.

In the shimmering light, Frye looked tired, the skin on the right half of his cheek had completely blackened, and the entire cheek was swollen and covered with black tubular bumps.

It's been two days, Frye escaped all the way here after piercing the heart of the end of the season that day, the wings of the biochemical armor have been damaged by the end of the season, in order to be able to quickly kill the end of the season, Fry used the yellow divine power to change the form of the inanimate metal object in the biological matter of the armor's footsteps, although he successfully pierced the abdomen of the end of the season, but also used the plural divine power many times when his body was not stable.

There are no more alienant cell tranquilizers, and Frye can only rely on willpower to suppress the alienation factors in his body that have been violently devouring and decomposing the normal cells of his body.

"Ahh

With a cracked whisper, Frye opened his eyes slightly, and a large amount of black water oozed out of the lumpy pustule on the right side of his body, dripping to the ground.

"Hug ....... Deficient! ”

The moment he opened his eyes, Fry saw the cold and shriveled corpse on the ground, Frye ran to this town that day, the situation was not so bad at that time, he quickly found a low-level mutant who had just received food and came back, killed the other party directly, and then successfully transferred some of his uncontrolled alienated cells to the other party's body through the outflow of body fluids.

Frye tried to get up, but he couldn't move, his right foot was completely unconscious, and it would be dangerous for him to continue like this, and the black phone in his left hand was still on the phone, but he had never been contacted.

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The phone rang for a long time, Frye pressed the call button again, he could think of the reason, the four guard stations started a large-scale signal interference, the reason was naturally what happened in the city, and he didn't want the barrier area to know, so he activated the signal jamming equipment, the only means for the barrier area to communicate with the internal signal is the radio signal, once it is interfered with, it is extremely difficult to contact.

He couldn't see anything in his right eye, and when he opened it this morning, Fry found that his right eye was pitch black, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a violent tearing sensation on his right cheek.

"Are you going to die!"

Frye tilted his head and grinned, and for a moment his left eye widened into a slightly maniacal grin, his face trembling with hideousness and distortion.

"No!"

In the faint light, Fry's eyes were a little blurred, his head leaned on the floor, his body began to spasm uncontrollably, his hands and feet began to disobey, the corners of his mouth continued to overflow mixed with sticky black saliva, and his right leg, which had lost consciousness, began to tremble.

There was a shudder, and from time to time there was an eerie and muffled sound in Frye's throat, as if it came from a hellish cry.

A long, dark underground corridor, the stone slabs in the corridor have cracked, water has accumulated in the cracks, and a fishy smell is mixed with the entire corridor.

Frye strolled silently through the corridors, flanked by barred cells, each hand sticking out of the cell, accompanied by a series of terrible howls, curses, and cries.

A pale stick with six fingers, sludge between the nails, Frye looked at the hand in horror.

"You're ....... soon Hahaha......."

There was a shriveled and hoarse sound from the cell where the hand was outstretched, and Fry was pulled by the hand.

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"You're going to die, you're going to die soon!"

In front of her was a woman with a haggard face, a face covered with pus, black and mutilated teeth, and a strange and terrifying appearance, grabbing Frye and letting out a shrill laugh.

Frye shook off the woman's hand, and behind him his thick, fleshy hand wrapped around his neck, Frye struggled violently, and in the cell behind him was a bald, faceless man, his black serrated teeth biting into Frye's right shoulder.

"Ah.......h

Tick

Frye opened his eyes in horror, sweat was already dripping from his forehead, he was dreaming, his right eye was still invisible, the phone in his left hand still couldn't be dialed, and it showed that the call was automatically disconnected after 5 minutes.

Frye endured the severe pain all over his body, supported his body, walked to a pile of liquid food scattered on the ground, poked directly through the side of the liquid food with his left hand, took it and opened his mouth roughly, allowing the liquid food to continue to enter his mouth, and after a while, he ate a whole can, picked up the water and drank it with a gurgling face.

With a sharp wheezing, Frye curled up, his head hitting the floor, and the sweat continued to spill from his forehead, but the pain did not lessen in the slightest, but intensified.

After a while, Fry lay down next to the corpse, laughing, and looking at the swirling ceiling, his consciousness blurred again.

"Kill you, kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

Frye smiled and propped himself up, the right half of his body burst with a large amount of pus, and a black root-like object at the corner of his mouth crept towards the left cheek that had not changed, and Frye looked ahead with empty eyes, as if he saw something.

"Can't die, I definitely can't die here, can I? It's not already said okay, hehe! ”

With a thud, Fry collapsed to the cold ground and fell unconscious.

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Ding Ding Ding

The clone Frye carried the triangular tuning fork and tapped it with a small stick, which made a piercing sound.

"Go back to your room and sleep!"

In a long, lighted room, a large number of psychopaths sitting in front of the tables stood up like walking corpses, swayed and lined up, and followed Frye out of the room at the sound of his tapping.

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