Aiming at the big pit ten meters away, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw out the torch in his hand fiercely, and in one second, two seconds, three seconds...... '......boom' A monstrous flame rose from the big pit, and a high temperature wave swept towards Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer turned around and ran, and the heat wave chased behind their buttocks, until they ran dozens of meters away, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer could feel normal breathing.

The red and white flames were nearly ten meters above the ground, thick black smoke swirled in the sky, and some large pieces of black ash were tumbling and dancing in the heat wave. I didn't know that the power of the flame was so great, and he and Yang Ke'er almost became charcoal-fired sparrows.

Yang Keer was in a daze when she saw such a big fire head and opened her small mouth, and it took a long time to come back to her senses and look at Zhang Xiaoqiang and say a word, Zhang Xiaoqiang was so angry with Yang Keer that she wanted to go crazy on the spot.

"How so! I'm still waiting to fight Boos, husband, aren't you afraid that I will kill Boos and make you lose face, right? ”

After a while, Yang Keer thought that it was too roasted here, and was afraid that it would affect his tender skin, so he turned around and walked towards the house, muttering what to eat at noon, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care about Yang Keer, he just looked at the flames, he didn't know if the flames could deal with D2, who made D2's skin too perverted?

A loud "......" came from the pit, and it was D2 who couldn't stand the baptism of flames and let out a painful wail. After a while, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a vibration from the ground under his feet, and although the big pit in the distance was covered by flames, he could still see a lot of sand and stones flying into the sky, which was D2 hitting the earth wall.

The big pit is five meters deep, Zhang Xiaoqiang does not have to worry about D2 running out, at least before it collapses the earthen wall, the ground under his feet continues to shake, but it is getting more and more slight until it does not hit at all.

"Whoa......" D2 let out another terrible scream, and then there was no sound, the flames burned more and more violently, and the tongue of fire swaying around in the air looked more and more proud.

The zombies themselves have lost a lot of water, and their resistance to the flames is becoming more and more inadequate, even if the water accounts for 78% of the body, normal humans can't resist, let alone zombies that are no different from mummies?

The flames were scorching and burning, and the air was filled with a thick smell of burning in addition to the dry heat flow, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was about to suffocate, he no longer stayed in place, and slowly checked along the fire pit.

When he saw the zombies on the small bridge, he realized that he had reached the other side of the fire, and the original color could no longer be seen on the bridge deck of the small bridge, and now there was only one color on the entire bridge deck, black.

The black is made up of countless zombie corpses, some of the corpses have completely become a puddle of flesh, which makes Zhang Xiaoqiang's stomach twitch again, but he has vomited before, and now he naturally can't vomit, walking to the bridge, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the zombies standing, upside down, and floating in the pond under the bridge, the center of the deepest pond has now been filled with zombies, and some zombies are standing on the pile of corpses in the center of the pond.

Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to cross the bridge to investigate, but he saw a layer of meat and bones on the bridge, he really couldn't find a place to put his feet, if he wanted to walk normally, unless he found a big shovel, shoveled off the meat and white bones, and sprinkled a thick layer of quicklime, but Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have the time, and he didn't have that effort, he gritted his teeth and walked on the sticky and thick meat pile, walking in the meat mud, Zhang Xiaoqiang self-hypnotized in his heart, and he was walking on a thick carpet.

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt extremely heavy every step he took on the bridge, and every time he lifted his feet, he felt that the time was so long, until he stood on the opposite bank that he spit out the discomfort accumulated in his heart in one breath.

The tin house, which was previously lifted into the air by D2, is now trampled into iron plates by hundreds of zombies, some cigarettes, magazines and tabloids have also been trampled to smithereens, and the alley between the two small buildings has always led to the market, and every few steps on the ground can see a puddle of black meat and mud, and a few zombies with broken bones lying on the ground and losing their vitality.

Just out of the alley to see a plastic shed covered by the vegetable market, the alley on both sides are selling clothes, one sells children's clothing, and children's toys, the other is selling women's autumn and winter clothes, the most conspicuous place in the store hangs a women's fur windbreaker.

Now there is no wandering of corpses, there is silence within a kilometer, Zhang Xiaoqiang walks on the empty vegetable field, the empty vegetable field is very silent now, looking at everything in front of him Zhang Xiaoqiang has a feeling in his heart, there are no zombies, there is no one, everything here is no different from before the outbreak of the virus, except for no one.

Military shoes "clucked" when they stepped on the concrete floor...... The sound of "...... clucking, occasionally bypassing some scattered white bones, did not stop until a cement pier, on the cement pier is a somewhat old oilcloth, the vegetables placed on the oilcloth have turned yellow, some lotus roots have also become coupled, even the garlic potatoes that are easy to store are also dry and sprouting, Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to walk forward, chasing the lost time, and suddenly stopped walking out of the military shoes without a few steps.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head sharply, the sprouting garlic and potatoes were still lying on the old oilcloth, his eyes were staring at these things, something was melting in his heart, and the melted things flowed all the way to his chest and turned into the word hope.

Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the front of the cement pier, picked up a clove of garlic and gently stroked the tender shoots on the garlic, his eyes were a little moist, alive, the garlic of the last days was alive, he picked up the potatoes again, the water of the potatoes fell badly, but the first sprouts on it still broke through the rough skin and poked their heads out, Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully observed the surrounding environment for a while before coming to a conclusion.

There are greenhouses in the vegetable field to block the fierce sunlight, the surrounding buildings and former zombies block most of the wind outside, although these crops do not have enough water, but they still sprout, as long as they are transplanted into the soil, and then carefully cared for, when the harvest can get several times dozens of times the return, what is more precious?

Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully held the crumpled potato like a moldy old pickle in the palm of his hand, and carefully examined the young shoots like lilac crystals on the potatoes in the light, his heart was full of joy.

"Bang dang ......" There was a sound of beer bottles hitting the ground in the distance, a strong sense of oppression filled Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart, and it was the inexplicable and annoying sixth sense, Zhang Xiaoqiang was careful not to be careless, he knew that every time he had this feeling, there was always trouble, this time it would not be excluded, Zhang Xiaoqiang took out the Jingwei sword and pulled out the saber.

He held the knife in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand carefully watched the surroundings and slowly retreated towards the alley, the vegetable field was still silent, but this silence made people's hearts panic, the noise that had just appeared seemed to be just an illusion, but the oppressive sense of urgency was getting stronger and stronger, this strong sense of urgency was so strong, the previous sense of crisis was completely drizzle compared to the present, and this time it was a downpour.

Although Zhang Xiaoqiang is cautious but not afraid, several life and death crises have honed his state of mind tenaciously enough, although he doesn't know where the crisis comes from, but he knows that he has to be more and more calm now, panic can't solve the problem, he will only give away his own life.

He moved slowly with the soles of his forefeet, trying not to make a little sound, just retreating like this, until he withdrew from the market, the dangerous feeling did not weaken in the slightest, but it did not increase again, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the alley in front of him and sighed slightly, as long as he retreated over the small bridge, at least there was no complicated terrain there, there were not so many obstacles, and he could see clearly what the danger came from.