Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

When Zhao was awake, he found himself lying in a small room.

Small rooms are messy with all kinds of paper sticks and plastic bags on the ground and smell of long-lost mold.

None of this, of course, is the point.

The first point is that Azhao's hand hurts.

She lowered her head and saw her left arm cut out with a long button by a knife blade or something.

Apparently, the stroker had a lot of strength, a deep knife, an extracorporeal turnover, a lot of blood, and a lot of blood in the air.

The second point is, there's something crashing through the door.

The reason it's "stuff” is because the crashing door outside is definitely not a human voice.

Like the roar of an animal, it's more creepy with a hint of a human voice.

A Zhao Jinling struck a chill, on the one hand because of excessive blood loss, and on the other hand, he was made by that thing outside.

“Marshmallows, marshmallows, I wouldn't be in some horrible story, would I?” A Zhao shouted at his mission helper.

As she gauged the environment in the house, she bit her teeth and stood up.

No wonder she thinks that the style around here is really creepy.

There was a bookcase next to it, and the bookshelf was filled with books, and Azhao quickly dragged the unharmed hand to block the not-so-small bookcase from the door - no matter what was behind it, from the point of view of the impact force of the door, the fighting power would not be low.

Thank you "Li Pu Shan Qi Geshi”, otherwise you may not be able to move even a bookcase with this weak body.

She doesn't know what's going on at the moment, or it's better not to rush to the top.

The next moment the white bunch “bam” appeared in the middle of the air.

“Zhao.” The marshmallows screamed at her.

The next moment, a white light fell on her injured arm.

The burning pain instantly subsided and the blood stopped.

When the white light disappeared, Azhao glanced at his arm and gently moved it. The wound is much better, and although it is not yet healed, it no longer affects the general movement.

“Thank you, marshmallow. ”

"The world is a little high," said the marshmallow, "and I'll pass it on to you first. ”

A Zhao nodded.

Countless messages instantly entered Zhao's mind.

After reading the huge amount of information, A Zhao opened his eyes.

This seems to be a long process, but in reality, only a few seconds have passed.

After Azhao saw it, he just wanted to make a rough statement.

It's a doomsday world.

Nobody knows what happened last night, September 9th.

It was an ordinary day, even during the day, without any signs.

But on the morning of the tenth, some people woke up as usual, while others had changed.

There are two kinds of people who change.

Thirty percent of people also have their own meanings and memories, just some extraordinary abilities.

These are called the Saviors of the Last Day, and they are also called the Inhumans.

Seventy percent of the people, in their sleep, became monsters.

The appearance begins to rot like death, and consciousness and memory cease to exist, leaving only the body at work.

Completely “walking corpses”.

They were called zombies.

By deviating from these zombies, they possess tremendous power to tear human bodies apart and are difficult to kill, even by cutting off their hands and feet.