doomsday lamb

Faced with this situation, Lang Hua was already prepared to take risks.

If he had a handy weapon, he would have chosen a safer fight...

"But now, we have to take risks."

Lang Hua moved his numb right arm, always looking directly at the black corpse.

The eyes of the black corpse were white and turbid, but they stared at Lang Hua. The blood-stained mouth was half opened, revealing the white teeth, which made Lang Hua feel frightened in the dark night.

Lang Hua raised his foot and kicked down the washbasin at the back, thus blocking the black female corpse by the door for a moment.

Hearing the noise, the black corpse in front of him turned his head stiffly to the door.

"This is the time!"

In the early stage, Black Corpse had low intelligence and fell into Lang Hua's plan of killing two birds with one stone.

Lang Hua seized the opportunity and pounced on him. He whirled and kicked hard, hitting the popliteal area on the inside of the black corpse's knee.

Sure enough, its center of gravity immediately became unstable, and it knelt heavily on the ground, making a muffled "thunk" sound.

What sounded at the same time was its angry low roar - "Roar!"

Lang Hua had no time to appreciate his victory. The female black corpse on the other side was already clumsily climbing over the tilted basin shelf. Lang Hua could even see the saliva dripping from her mouth through the light.

Relying on his memory, Lang Hua touched the corner of the wall with his backhand.

"It's really still here!"

He firmly grasped the meter-long fine steel ruler left in the house with his right hand, turned around, and slashed at the black corpse's neck with the help of huge inertia.

A head flew sideways, and the headless corpse slowly fell over, but no column of blood spurted out. Instead, there was a black and red turbid liquid that slowly spread on the floor.

"Sure enough, we can no longer be called human beings."

As Lang Hua shook hard, all the black corpse fluid stained on the steel ruler spilled onto the ground.

The stars are dotted, like ink stains.

He stared contemptuously at the female black corpse in front of him, letting her scream "ho ho" and treating him as the fat he was about to get. He only said: "Come on!"

…

When Lang Hua appeared outside the door, the individual armed bag prepared in advance was already slung over his shoulder.

Changing the manganese steel machete in his right hand to his left hand, Lang Hua grinned helplessly: "Having half of your right arm disabled before the fight is over, it will be a bad start."

Only then did Lang Hua have time to sort out his thoughts.

Such an explanation as sleeping for more than a month is definitely impossible, it can only be that the end of the world has begun in advance.

"If it's earlier...how could it happen?"

His heart was beating loudly, blood rushed to his head, and his mind went blank. However, Lang Hua unexpectedly remembered many things.

——

One month ago, October 10, 2275.

"Xiaoxiao, where are you? I came to pick you up at the gate of your school in the evening. Why is there no one there? Has the teacher taken you out to do activities?"

"Ah, brother Lang Hua! I forgot to tell you. I'm not in school."

"What? You skipped school to play?" Lang Hua's voice became stern.

"No, no, how dare I, brother Lang Hua. I didn't expect you to frame me up like this. Xiaoxiao is so unjust and wronged. I cry..."

Lang Hua tried hard to hold back the black lines that appeared on his forehead, and his cell phone creaked when he pinched it: "Where is it? Yang, Xiao, Xiao."

"Ah, brother, you are so fierce. I'm at home. If you don't believe me, you can start a video chat with me."

Lang Hua was confused: "What's going on?"

The sound of the handle's buttons clicking came from the phone: "I told you before. There are a lot of colds and fevers in the school now. It seems that it's the flu season." The girl continued to answer casually, "Things have been a bit rough these days.

If it’s serious, the teacher will ask us to go home for a few days and treat it as a holiday.”

"How many days is it?"

"Two, three, four, five days. Hehe, it's long enough. I didn't expect that after the summer vacation, I would still have the opportunity to have such a holiday. How about brother Lang Hua, come and play video games with me. It's so boring to be alone.

explain."

Lang Hua breathed a sigh of relief: "That's just right. I've been busy in Uncle Yang's company recently. If I'm not free next week, I'll ask Sister Qian to see you off."

"Ah? Why is this like this? I'm not a child anymore."

"Be obedient. I'm done. Bye."

Hearing the "beep" sound coming from the receiver, Yang Xiaoxiao threw the handle aside, took off the mobile phone sandwiched between her shoulder and the side of her face, and complained softly to the screen: "Idiot."

She lay on her side on the sofa, regardless of the fact that she was wearing a skirt, and crossed her legs in an unladylike manner. She slid her fingers aimlessly through the address book, and finally made a call.

Jingle Bell.

"Oh, Xiaoxiao, why did you remember me?"

"Lily, where are you?"

"I... am watching TV at home."

"Oh, I believed your lies. Hurry up."

"Hehe, I knew I couldn't hide it from you. I'm... dating Brother Long."

"Just Chen Long? You have bad taste."

"Oh, just for fun. Doesn't everyone have brother Lang Hua who is like the God of War?"

Yang Xiaoxiao sat up suddenly, her face turned red, but she did not admit defeat: "That's right. Chen Long and the others couldn't even get past one round under my brother. Humph, you are so shameless."

Call someone..."

"Ah, didn't you also get beaten down by your 'Brother Lang Hua'?"

"Hmph. That's not the case."

"But, Brother Long brought a new flavor of cigarettes today, mint flavor, do you want..." the girl on the other side of the phone said seductively, "Come and try it?"

Xiaoxiao refused without thinking: "Pull him down. It will be miserable if my brother smells it."

"Oh. That's a pity."

"Stop delaying. I'll leave at the Third District Plaza Commercial Street. You'll be there in half an hour."

"Ah? Shopping again, it's so boring."

"Stop talking nonsense, you only have 29 minutes.

Oh. If you are late, be careful with me...hehehehe."

Hearing Yang Xiaoxiao's weird laugh, Xing Lili couldn't help but giggle.

She hurriedly said: "Oh, I know."

And when she heard Xing Lili on the other side of the receiver shouting something like "Brother Long, I'm going back first" to the distance, Yang Xiaoxiao also hung up the phone.

He recalled Lang Hua's previous instructions in his mind - "If you go out to play, you have to report to me, do you hear me?"

Yang Xiaoxiao hovered her finger over Lang Hua's number and took it away again, and finally just raised the screen to her eyes.

She stared at Lang Hua's little profile picture next to the number and stuck out her tongue angrily: "Humph, you idiot, I won't tell you."

——

Half a month ago, on October 23, 2275, in the basement of the secret base.

"Hey, Aunt Ping."

"Xiaohua, where are you?"

"I...I was running outside. What's wrong?" Lang Hua didn't often receive calls from "home", so he seemed a little panicked.

"It's nothing. You just have to be careful outside recently."

"I'll pay attention. But why did you suddenly say that?"

"Xiaohua, haven't you read the news these days? Someone died on the national highway in Nanqi City, the provincial capital."

Lang Hua was not surprised. He continued to calculate on the papyrus the amount of crystal nuclei required for the preparation of the medicine, and casually replied: "A car accident? Isn't this a common thing? Don't worry, I won't run on the motorway, nor will I cross the sidewalk.

I know how to look at cars. If you don’t worry, it will be the same when I exercise on the treadmill at Sister Qian’s house.”

"Xiaohua, Uncle Yang and I know that you know what's going on. But this time it's not a car accident. Someone is crazy and biting pedestrians passing by."

Lang Hua stopped writing and said: "That's it."

"Yes, it is also being spread on the Internet. I don't know if it is rabies, mad cow disease or something. Some said that they were killed on the spot by the special police, and some said that they were arrested... They all said that it was related to this flu. Like a few

It's like the swine fever and flu years ago. It's hard to say it's contagious..."

After being strengthened by the awakening potion, Lang Hua is naturally not afraid of viruses and bacteria such as ordinary influenza.

But in order to reassure Li Liping, he still replied solemnly: "Okay, Aunt Ping, don't worry. I won't go out for a run during this period. I will call Sister Qian to give her instructions. You and Uncle Yang will also

Be careful."

"Hey, good."

A voice came from the other side of the phone: "Director Li? Is Director Li here? The patient in bed 3 is in unstable condition and I need you to take a look."

"Okay, here we come. Xiaohua, please pay attention, I have hung up beforehand."

"Don't worry, Aunt Ping."

The time at this moment is fixed on October 23, 2275, and there are still forty-eight days before the disaster in the previous life.

Even though Lang Hua was thinking hard at this time, he probably would not have thought that "Advent Day" would actually arrive a month early.

And he may have forgotten that since he is walking a tightrope on a cliff, a temporary smooth sailing is the real luck.