Killer Loli leads Soul Society into the apocalypse

"Huh."

"Huh."

"Huh."

On the high hanging Sota beam, Tong Meng and Ji Tian happily ejected the magical energy of their respective fingertips.

The former even explained how to hit efficiently, and what was a crisis situation before became a shooting range.

The roar of the zombies gradually intensified, and even the zombie group on the other half of the bridge was gradually attracted here.

Yu Meng on the side also joined the battle after absorbing a few ordinary crystal nuclei.

Let them go on like this, I don't know how much time it will take.

However, instead of standing on the beam, she landed near the cable-stayed cable that was lower on one side.

After all, the breakthroughs she learned were mainly based on thunder, and if she stood on a high place and led the heavenly thunder down, I was afraid that the other two would not be able to withstand it.

White thunder penetrated the zombie heads, and then their souls were all sucked in by the boundary gate.

When there were less than a hundred zombies left, Yu Meng didn't want to spend it so much anymore, so he directly pulled out his slashing knife and personally ended the battle.

For her, long-range mages are not happy with melee combat.

With instantaneous steps, the efficiency of hunting is far stronger than breaking the road.

In just a few moments, the bridge deck was filled with zombie corpses.

When all the souls were absorbed, she also waved through the boundary gate, intending to touch the corpse.

And yet....

"Boss! We'll do this kind of work, don't do it. Ji Tian shouted loudly from the beam.

But he saw what Yu Mengmeng was going to do, and he was immediately anxious.

The results of these few touches of the corpse had already made Ji Tian understand a fact...

The boss is non-chief, purebred.

He and Lin Ze have never seen anyone who has not even farted, and this kind of work cannot be handed over to Yu Meng after that.

The other point is that it is too cold.

If they weren't able to stand on the pile and output, the two of them wouldn't want to stay here anymore.

Yu Meng was also happy, and returned the two to the car after the next step, and asked Lin Ze to go out to help.

She drove the car and stopped on the bridge.

Idle, so I went up and touched a few heads.

The four of them quickly swept the battlefield, and when Yu Meng was a little surprised to pick out a crystal nucleus, looking at the pile held by the other three in their hands, he immediately blackened his face.

"Get in the car!"

Tong Meng hurriedly approached Yu Meng and poured all the pile in her hand to her, "Xiao Yu Meng, these are us." "

We, these two words bite hard.

Looking at Tong Meng's curved eyebrows, Yu Meng silently accepted these crystal nuclei.

At this time, Ji Tian also walked up.

He lowered his head and carefully counted his and Lin Ze's crystal nuclei, and after calculating the results, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

These can't all be counted as theirs, plus Tong Meng's pile, only a third belong to him.

Even if you pay all of this back, it will only be a part of the debt.

When is the head?

After Lin Ze handed over the crystal nucleus, he returned to the car without saying a word, probing the situation ahead over and over again.

After installing the crystal nucleus, Yu Meng directly hit the accelerator.

The cleanup just now has cleared a spacious avenue on the side of the road, and the refreshing straight-line acceleration has allowed several people to experience what is called pushing back again.

After crossing the Jinjiang Bridge, the next step is the last and most difficult hurdle.

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Inside the Jinjiang Shelter.

This is a bomb shelter built in the past wartime, with winding passages that can accommodate thousands of people.

At this moment, the two diesel generators are constantly 'rumbling', and the light bulbs hanging from the roof of the cave emit a dark yellow light.

On both sides, hundreds of people lay on simple beds carved out of the surrounding rock walls.

It's just that some of them have bedding on their beds, but no one is there.

They were all survivors of nearby villages, and when they heard that there was a shelter, they all ran here.

It's just that only a few people can hide in, and many more people die along the way.

More and more zombies were attracted to these fleeing people, and then all piled up at the door of this refuge.

Right now, there's a dilemma.

The eyes of the people lying on the rock bed were empty, and there was no expression at all.

Only the occasional zombie roar and violent knocking sound outside the gate will make them show a little different emotions.

And that look is called fear.

It is impossible to think about escaping by themselves, but if the rescuers want to come in, I am afraid that they will also die nine times.

There is only one entrance and exit to the bomb shelter, unless it is another mountain excavation to open a passage to the ground, otherwise you can only wait here for death.

Faced with no possibility of survival, they are like walking corpses these days.

Some food bags that had been eaten, as well as some consumed daily necessities, were all thrown on the ground haphazardly.

There are even people who even mess around with big and small solutions, and they have no scruples at all.

When the food stored here is consumed, or the doors of the shelter are completely breached, their time of death will come, and who can care about this now.

Every day, whether it's sunshine or rain, the atmosphere inside the cave has only one tone...

Despair.

Sometimes, their gaze can't help but fall on the door, imagining that one day the gate will suddenly fall, and countless zombies rush in to bite them to death.

Fear... It's also a relief.

In the middle of the bomb shelter is a simple house made of red bricks.

It was full of all kinds of emergency supplies, now more than half less.

At the innermost part of the room, there was a wooden desk full of cracks, which looked like it had been quite old.

On the table were neatly arranged stacks of paper materials, and on the other side were scattered interlaced pieces of iron.

A mold-like machine sits quietly in the corner, covered with dust.

On the other side, there is a separate wide cork box, and inside is a box full of technology.

At this moment, a middle-aged soldier wearing a dark green military uniform with a board inch was sitting at the table, carefully checking the use of the past few days.

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door.

"In."

The door was opened, and a somewhat pale young man in the same military uniform walked in.

He looked anxious and said in a panic: "Team Li, Lady Huang is about to die." The

middle-aged man who was called Team Li was slightly stunned, then frowned and sighed in a low voice.

However, he immediately put down the paper in his hand, stood up and followed out.

The two trotted a few steps, came to a dim light, and crouched.

On the bed on the rock wall lay an old woman with gray hair, her sallow face full of ravines.

When the people around saw them coming, their eyes fluttered slightly, but the next moment they returned to their former godlessness.

Military men ....

In this case, it is completely no different from ordinary people.

Team Li looked at it slightly, and then gently called to the old woman, "Lady Huang." After

just a few calls, there was no response.

He grabbed the other party's rough hand, but there was a flow of white light between his palms.

A moment later.

"How about Team Lee?" The voice of the young man behind him was filled with anticipation.

Team Lee is a psychic with miraculous healing powers.

But he shook his head and withdrew the light in his hand sadly, "Take the old man away." "

It's a pity, if I can break through to the cocoon realm..." Team Li looked at the old woman who only had one breath left, and sighed silently in his heart.

The young man pursed his mouth and clasped his hands.

Carrying away, that is, carrying to the corpse.

However, originally it was used as a storage room to hold about a ton of materials, but now it is almost impossible to stuff the corpse.

He voluntarily enlisted in the army, thinking that he could protect his family and defend the country, and was the strongest line of defense for the people.

But right now...

In the face of difficulties, in the face of those zombies, I can't do anything.

In the past few days, he doesn't know how many dead old people have been carried to the corpse.

There are those who have died of illness, some have committed suicide, and some have even been killed.

Yet every time, he was so powerless.

Forced bomb shelters, endless corpses, rescue without any news.

The young man gently picked up Huang Da Niang, but there was no weight in his arms.

Walk slowly inward until you are shrouded in shadow.

Looking at the rusty door lock, he couldn't help but lower his head.

They

Is there any hope?