The Dark King

Du Dean pushed his body aside, immediately turned over and sat up, inspected the wound on his left hand, and saw that the armor on his arm was bitten out, and the muscle inside was also bitten off. The blood and blood at the wound were blurred. As someone else, this injury has long been painful and speechless, but his left hand is unconscious, making him feel weird, like looking at someone's wound.

Only by hurting others will you not feel pain.

However, this is an illusion after all, he turned around and pulled out the dagger in the eyes of the young walking dead, returned to the subway car, wiped the blood on it with a towel, washed it again with pure water, and then disinfected on the torch, waiting for the dagger When it burned to redness, he picked up the armor on his arm and used the hot dagger to scrape off the blood on the edge of the wound on the shoulder. Hearing the sound of water evaporation from the hissing sound, he heard the sound at the wound.

After scraping the minced meat, Du Dian suddenly found that there was not much blood flowing from the wound on his arm.

He froze for a moment, and suddenly thought of a terrible thing in his heart. He gazed at him. The blood at the wound seemed to stagnate, and the flow was slow. He touched it with his right hand, and suddenly felt a piercing cold.

This familiar sting is cold, he knows that it comes from ice blood, but seeing this scene at the moment makes him come up with a ridiculous idea, his left hand...it seems no different from the body of the walking dead!

The only difference is that although the skin color is pale, it does not attach a touch of stone gray.

"Does it mean that ice blood is a precursor to zombie?" Du Dean couldn't help thinking, and then felt a little different. According to the zombie time he knew from other populations, it was generally within a few hours, even It’s more resistant, and can barely hold for about seven or eight hours, it will be completely eroded by the virus, but he has been suffering from ice blood for several years. If it becomes a corpse, it should have become a corpse. .

However, the appearance and symptoms of his left hand at the moment are the same as those of the walking dead. Both are injured but will not bleed extensively, and the blood in the body is cold and the temperature is extremely low.

This puzzled him a bit. Is there any deeper connection between the two?

His eyes flickered slightly, and after half a noise, he withdrew his thoughts and scratched the dagger along the tooth mark bitten by the young walking dead. I saw blood and flesh near the tooth mark, and the color was darker. He used the dagger to follow the wound tooth mark. A scratch of four or five centimeters was drawn, and I stared at it, and found that the color of the flesh and blood outside the two centimeters of the tooth marks was more vivid. The closer to the tooth marks, the darker the color.

Seeing good guesses, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, the inhibitory flow of ice blood took effect at this moment. The virus in the teeth of this young walking dead did not spread as fast as it entered the ordinary human body, but at a relatively rapid rate. The way of infection is infecting, enough for him to prevent.

"This strange disease is not useless..." Du Di'an secretly said, without hesitation, he removed the tooth marks and the flesh nearby with a dagger, and then poured it up with pure water mixed with disinfectant powder, and washed it again. Wrap in gauze and wait for new meat to grow.

If this kind of injury is replaced by ordinary people, there must be a few scars left on the arm, but for their physiques that are beyond the ordinary people, only need to be well-conditioned and the nutrition supply is good, such injuries will recover sooner or later. It can heal as quickly as ordinary people scratch their skin. After all, while their physiques are enhanced, the automatic repair of cells is far more than ordinary people.

After treating the wound, Du Dean sat on a chair and rested. After recovering some strength, he got up and came to the body of the young walking dead. After two glances, he suddenly noticed that his fingernails were seamed with dry The hardened blood exudes the smell of human blood. Obviously, besides him, this young walking dead has attacked others.

Du Dean sniffed gently, and suddenly felt that the bloody smell was a bit familiar. He thought about it a little, and suddenly remembered the body of Long Huangwei who had been bitten off half of his brain when he first came to the wasteland with Ian and others. The bloody smell of the two is exactly the same.

"So, it was it that killed the man?" Du Dean's eyes flickered. He didn't expect that after the young zombie killed the man, he wandered back to the depths of the No. 3 orange wasteland, and followed him. Meeting, have to say that it is a fate.

"Martin said that the walking corpse mutates faster than the monster. To some extent, the walking corpse retains the characteristics of high-speed evolution of human beings. As long as there is energy, it can quickly rise and transform. And humans are different from walking corpses. Humans can only take the blessings of God, but walking corpses eat everything. They absorb nutrients from monster corpses or similar corpses. The rate of mutation is far from comparable to humans."

"The squad where this person is, most of them have been attacked by the corpse king. After being infected as a walking corpse, he should have eaten many times. Whether it is power or speed, they are stronger than Eugene and Martin of the high-level limiters. They should already be Pioneer level."

Du Di'an looked at its body, his eyes flickered, and suddenly he stomped his feet, stepped on its brain, and with a click, the skull made bones.

He raised his foot again and stomped hard. After several repetitions, he finally crushed the head of the young walking dead, and even collapsed with the brain inside, as if he were stepping on the damp soil.

He squatted down, picked up a stone from the side, fiddled with its brain, and quickly found a hard object from it, it was Han Jing.

However, to his surprise, the cold crystals in the head of this young walking dead, although the color is blue, but the shape is somewhat changed, not round, but oval, and the surface has finely protruding spikes, like a small one pimple.

Du Dian dialed it to the ground, thinking for a moment, and extended his left index finger to touch it gently, the touch was cold, just like Han Jing.

He was relieved to take the object and wiped some dirty towels with the dagger before wrapping up the cold crystal.When I looked at it again after cleaning, I suddenly found a small shadow in the cold crystal.

He was a little surprised and returned to the subway car. He lifted it and looked in front of the torch. Under the blaze of the flame, he could see more clearly. He saw the dark shadow in the Han Jing like a twisted little bug.

Du Di'an was stunned, and suddenly thought that the young walking dead was originally the Dragon Waste Guard, and there were magic marks in his body. Could it be that his magic marks were in this cold crystal at the moment?Why is there such a phenomenon?

Boom!

As he pondered, there was a sudden loud noise outside the subway car.

Du Di'an's face changed slightly, and he looked up quickly, suddenly saw a huge red heat source, and jumped into the collapsed ruins outside the subway.