Lost Narrative Poetry

"Woo... Wuhehe..."

The mob leader covered his neck, but was unable to stop the bleeding, let alone pull out the iron pipe from the depths of his throat. His eyes were filled with fear and disbelief as he struggled desperately for the last time.

Why is this happening?

Why did he die? Why would he die instead of this damn idiot in front of me!

No no no! It's not like this, it can't be like this...it's all fake! Yes, this is all fake!

Extremely frightened, he tried his best to utter those loud, but meaningless syllables from his open mouth, and spurted out more blood foam...

It’s no wonder that this guy is so scared, because you can obviously feel the rapid passage of life force, which is definitely not a good experience. Not only will it not make people feel relieved to face the impending death, but it will only make them more afraid. Panic.

The feeling that one's own soul is flowing away between the teeth, one's body is rapidly losing vitality, one's vision begins to become blurred, and one's ears seem to no longer hear sounds——

But he couldn't do anything. He could only watch the shadow of death attack him and devour him mercilessly... This kind of fear was definitely the most painful torture during the last period of consciousness.

"That's rubbish. If you want to kill someone, shouldn't you be prepared to be killed? Being able to survive is your own ability. Why do you think that it is natural for you to commit violence and kill people, but it is not allowed for others to kill you..."

Xia Ran looked at the thug leader with some disgust, crumpled the potato chip bag in his hand into a ball, and threw it into the opponent's face.

He despised such trash so much that he justifiably despised it. He no longer cared about the guy next to him who only had instinctive twitching and twitching. He was no different from a corpse. He looked up at the thugs over there.

If someone can stay calm at this time and observe carefully, they may find something unusual——

After the thug leader was clearly stabbed through the throat with a backhand blow, the blood was like a faucet turned on to the maximum, spraying out for free, staining large areas of the clean floor around him red.

However, Xia Ran, who was right next to her, was not spattered at all, not even a trace of blood. Even a vague invisible "circle" appeared on the ground under her feet, and there was no blood spatter inside. shooting area.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier protecting him. Even if he didn't respond, the attack that the mob leader just swung at his head would definitely not hurt him.

It's just a pity that at this time, no one had such a strong psychological quality and careful observation, so they all ignored such a detail.

"Boss Hamasaki!"

"Hey! He killed Boss Hamasaki! How dare he fight back!"

"Let's kill him. Let's kill him together! Let's avenge the boss!"

The group of thugs finally reacted, and suddenly some people started shouting angrily and anxiously. Maybe others were scared just now, and were frightened by Xia Ran's brutal and decisive direct counterattack, but the people around him shouted more. After the sound, their timidity faded away like the tide.

There is strength in numbers, and groups are emboldened, making it easy to be suggested and contagious to each other.

Therefore, the mob is often very impulsive, has poor judgment, emotions dominate judgment, and behaves emotionally. They behave very barbarically, paranoid, and easily go to extremes.

This is the case now. This group of people are not aware of the seriousness of the problem at all, and they are completely unaware of what kind of terrifying enemy they and others are facing.

They didn't even know how Hamasaki was killed in an instant, but because they didn't know, they didn't feel there was any problem at all. After all, the ignorant are fearless. They subconsciously felt that this person had good skills and quick reaction speed.

Therefore, Hamasaki was completely unprepared, and the opponent suddenly snatched the weapon away, stabbed his throat with his backhand, and killed him directly...

But so what? The advantage of their side is that there are many people. All they have to do is rush forward and hack the opponent to death or beat the opponent to death with sticks. No matter how good this guy is at fighting, he will definitely kneel down in less than ten seconds. Please forgive me!

With such a clamor, they themselves seemed to feel that they had a great advantage. With a roar, half of them immediately raised their baseball bats, iron pipes and even machetes, and rushed out while shouting.

How can you lose when there are many people?

They shared the same hatred and couldn't think calmly at the moment. They only had pure vicious emotions. They were just brave and fierce, and their blood was boiling. They felt that they must avenge Hamasaki's prestigious companion, and at the same time, they also wanted to severely attack everyone who dared to disobey them. different voices!

They already know that this will be a brand new era. The past order and hierarchy will no longer exist. People without power have no value in living! Only powerful people like them can adapt to such a new world the fastest and establish their rule in it!

No matter what, they can't let go of such an opportunity, and their limited brain capacity means that from now on, they must dare to fight, fight, kill, and be ruthless in order to become masters in the future.

If anyone can oppose them at random, and they don't get enough bloody lessons, how can they establish their prestige? Therefore, the guy on the opposite side who dares to fight back must die!

"Idiot! I will make you regret it in hell..."

"How dare you resist! You don't know what kind of stupid thing you have done!"

"Go to hell! Pig!"

This half of the people were filled with blood, their eyes were red, and they were grinning and waving various weapons in their hands. They were about to rush in front of the idiot. Everyone held their breath and poured all their strength into the muscles of their arms. superior.

With red eyes, they all hoped that they could snatch this head.

--next moment!

The sound of ping ping ping ping rang, like the sound of gold and iron clashing, overlapping countless times in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, as soon as the screams started to sound, they overlapped one after another at the same time, and each figure suddenly flew back in the direction in which they charged. As fast as they came, they went back as fast as they came!

The scene was as classic as a Kung Fu movie. A large group of people swarmed forward, and then they were all beaten backwards. The thugs hit the ground heavily and howled like a pig being killed.

No wonder they couldn't even withstand such a blow, because they didn't just fly four or five meters upside down and then hit the ground solidly, but they all had one of their hands chopped off. !

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

"My hand! My hand!"

"no no--!!"

Their eyes were splitting, and they screamed wildly. They used their other hand to hold the neatly severed arm tightly, watching the smooth incision quickly spurting out blood. The severe pain had not yet reached their brains for a while. Yet the fear was overwhelming.

Seven or eight people launched an attack. The thugs who were originally planning to go up and beat the opponent to death all enjoyed this treatment of having their hands chopped off without exception.

Only the remaining half did not rush out, and the thugs who were still guarding the group of students escaped. However, they probably did not expect such a result. Their eyes widened, but their pupils shrank to limit.

Just like the group of students they were guarding, they were in a state of complete disbelief.

"W-what..."

"This is a lie..."

"Impossible! It must be impossible..."

The left hand of the guy who was standing motionless at some point stretched, split, and morphed like several huge poisonous snakes, surrounding his body, with bones shining with sharp cold light at the end. Sharp blade——

In the area under his feet, there are baseball bats, iron pipes, machetes and other weapons scattered on the ground, and there is a bloody severed hand still holding it. They are all left hands that were suddenly exploded at the moment of the confrontation. Cut off ruthlessly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

This scene was even more weird and terrifying than before. Finally, some students couldn't suppress their fear and screamed loudly.

Some girls' faces were pale, their legs gave way, and they collapsed on the ground, their mouths wide open as if they couldn't breathe.

The world is really changing so fast that they can't keep up with that speed. Yesterday, the apocalypse first broke out and zombies appeared one after another. Today, a monster that seems more ferocious comes again?

Whether it was fear or pressure, they could not withstand such successive blows.

"What is 1000-7 equal to?"

Xia Ran ignored the chaos there, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked such a question softly.

He is not the kind of person who is so naive that he thinks that camp issues are above all else, and must endure unconditionally for the so-called disgusting righteousness, although the truth is this - in the face of the zombie apocalypse, every living person is precious.

However, for such a reason, he would not choose the overall situation as the most important thing and not care about these garbage... Are you kidding me? Can their survival really have any positive effect on the remaining human beings?

Rather, it would be better if they no longer existed, right? After all, they live like shit-making machines that waste precious resources.

If the remaining people want to survive, they do need a strong group to manage, but it should be more of a leader, rather than letting this kind of brainless waste rule.

——That would really be hopeless.

No one answered Xia Ran's math question just now, but there were cries one after another, mixed with pain and fear, just like killing pigs.

"No... don't! Please, show mercy..."

"Let me go! Let me go, don't do this... Yamada and the others asked me to do this, it's none of my business..."

"Monster! Monster! You are a monster! Mom... Mom, come and save me. Where are you? Mom... get away! Don't touch me!"

Probably feeling the murderous intention of the host, his left hand quickly split into a corresponding number of tentacles. The sharp bone blade at the end was raised high and came over each thug who was lying on the ground with tears streaming down his face -

It seems to be preparing for a last strike.