Salted Fish Zombie

When Ning Su got into the car, he glanced at the driver.

The "person" who rings the bell should be the driver, and there is a brass hand bell on the storage compartment of the driver's seat.

The thick brass has a patina that looks a bit old.

In this dungeon, it is the driver who really controls getting on and off the car.

The driver has familiar wavy hair and a familiar face that cannot be seen from any mirror or angle.

Ning Su withdrew his gaze and returned to the bed behind with the two children.

He saw that Curly-haired Pang Yang was also lying on the bed, leaning against the car wall and covering himself with a thin white quilt full of musty smell, standing stiffly, as if he had died forever.

Ning Su: "."

He thought about it from the perspective of a normal person, and it seemed that he really felt safe.

Many dead bodies in the car are lying down. If you lie still, with your back to the dead body and your face covered by a quilt, not only will you not be frightened by any horrible scenes, but you will also not attract the attention of the dead body, and will not be seen by the dead body. facial expressions.

Still a little clever.

The car started to shake again in the middle of the night, driving towards an unknown destination.

The last time they entered the game, they could still see signposts on the road. There were no directions on this road. None of them knew where they were or where they were going.

Ning Su and the two children fell asleep just now, and now they are not sleepy at all.

They lie on the bed and watch the "people" in the bus.

There are about 30 upper and lower beds on this bus, and about two-thirds of the beds are full of "people".

It was very quiet at night, not even the sound of breathing.

Just when Ning Su looked a little sleepy, an old "man" sat up from the bed. It sat silently for a while, reaching out to pull the vegetable basket under the bed.

Ning Su blinked.

A vegetable basket full of chicken blood was pulled out, with a dead rooster on top and vegetables stained black and red by chicken blood below.

The already stiff body of the old "man" became even stiffer.

The person on the bed next to it was covered with a quilt, and his body became even more stiff. If you look carefully, you can see that he is trembling slightly.

Ning Su: "."

So you saw it too.

The atmosphere was very anxious.

Where is the most chicken blood, because I can't see it temporarily under the cover of the quilt, but there are traces to follow if you want to find it, not to mention that Pang Yang is so close to the old "man".

The old "man" stood up and stomped his feet angrily.

This kick was heavier than expected, and many corpses on the bed sat up.

Ning Su also sat up, with a stiff face and unfocused eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed blankly.

Gui Sheng tilted his head, covered his mouth, and sat up.

Manman sat down slowly holding the skull.

Only one person lay nearby.

The old "man" walked up to him, and many dead bodies all looked at that man.

The trembling of the person under the quilt was already very obvious.

The old "man" grabbed the quilt with his skinny hands. There were no corpse spots on his body, and the brown-black age spots were obvious when he exerted force.

"ah!-"

There was another scream from outside the car.

The bus stopped again.

The old "man" withdrew his hands, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the car first.

Other dead bodies also got out of the car one after another.

Ning Su finally got off the bed, and Pang Yang came out of the quilt covered in sweat.

The quilt itself had a musty smell, and he was covered in chicken blood, sweating in it, and the smell was a bit pungent.

He hurriedly took off the clothes that were stained with chicken blood, threw them out of the car window, and then got off the bed wearing a pink vest.

He was so frightened that his legs were so weak that he couldn't walk, so he could only help Ning Su to get out of the car.

This time was no exception, another player died.

They can basically figure out the pattern, as long as a player dies, the car will stop for a while.

In less than ten minutes, another player died.

Many players are heartbroken.

As soon as they entered the game, they were divided into different cars, and the people in other cars couldn't figure out how the player died. They could only see another corpse with a worse death in less than ten minutes.

This not only made people feel heavy, but also gave birth to a sense of anxiety and panic.

After looking at the corpse, Pang Yang became even more nervous, "Am I being watched? I dare not go back."

After Zhao Kehan ​​heard this, he also felt that he was very dangerous. He said: "There are free beds in our car, why don't you come to our car?"

He got out of the car this time and brought a player in their car with him, and the female player nodded, "Yes, there are 9 empty beds in total."

This sounds like a solution.

"Is it okay, will this violate the rules? I think they all sleep on fixed beds."

Zhao Kehan ​​couldn't give a definite answer either.

A cruel fact is that many dungeon rules and clues are found in the death of players.

No one wants to be the dead player who provides clues.

So, at the beginning of the copy, we must be extra careful.

The three discussed it and decided to take a relatively safe approach.

Pang Yang didn't change the car, but changed the bed. They also had spare beds in the car.

Pang Yang sighed, "I shouldn't rush into the fourth-level dungeon."

Ning Su asked him, "Why did you come in impulsively?"

Pang Yang: "I want to prove myself!"

Ning Su: "."

Pang Yang said: "Ten people from each club participated in the club competition, and four teams were formed in advance, with a total of more than 20 people. These 20 or so people will be fine without me."

Ning Su responded cooperatively, "Just say what you want, so why not be convinced?"

Pang Yang: "I'm not among the 100 people on the pre-selection list! I don't even have the chance to be in the same frame as the president!"

"Twenty are enough. Why are there not one hundred people including me? Meng Jiang, who is new to the club, is all on the list!"

Ning Su: "."

"It seems normal without you."

Pang Yang: "?"

Ning Su: "Without you, it seems really abnormal."

"They said that the community competition is at least level 4 dungeon, and the highest dungeon I've ever played is level 3." Pang Yang said angrily, "I ran to the game hall that night and chose this level 4 dungeon."

Zhao Kehan: "I'm impulsive."

Indeed, it's normal not to be on the pre-selection list.

Pang Yang stroked his curly hair, "I'm impulsive, I really want to be in the same frame as the president."

He said: "I told you for a while, I am not so nervous and afraid, no matter what, I will overcome my timidity and impulsiveness when I come in, and work hard to pass the level."

Ning Su let out a "huh".

They looked towards the place where the "people" gathered.

The dead player was hung from the tree again.

Every time a player dies, they will do this, hang the player on a tree, wait for the blood to be emptied, and then take the player's body into the car and leave.

Fang Qi stiffly walked to them from there, and whispered to them, "I found out the cause of this player's death."

"In their car, two dead bodies were fighting. The player failed to escape and was crushed by a dead body, exposing himself."

Pang Yang was a little hard to understand, "Can dead bodies still fight?"

They imagined the difference between the living and the dead, and avoided all kinds of behaviors of the living. Who would have thought that there would be such a thing as dead bodies fighting.

Fang Qi: "It should be like this. They said this in a hurry, but the specific situation is still unclear."

Zhao Kehan ​​said: "Then they may really continue to evolve."

Pang Yang: "But the evolution is a bit fast, right? Self-awareness in ten minutes, know how to fight?"

The bell rang again.

The players mingled with the corpses and returned to the car again.

Before Ning Su got into the car, he looked around and didn't see Ling Xiao.

He should have breathed a sigh of relief, he stepped on the car door, he couldn't hold back and looked around again, but he still didn't see anyone.

Ning Su got into the car sullenly.

According to what they said, Pang Yang changed the bed and moved to the front row far away from the old "man".

The old "man" seemed to have a bad memory, so he lay down on the bed after getting in the car and forgot about it.

Nothing happened in their car again.

Ning Su lay on the bed with the two children, sleeping in a daze.

During the night, they got off the car four times. Except for the first two times, they didn't know how the player died in the remaining two times.

I don't know if it's because the dead bodies are getting more and more proficient in dealing with different types, and the parking time is getting shorter and shorter. When they got together and had no time to say a few words, the bell rang.

From the second player's death, the remaining players should all know to avoid the behavior of living people and be more vigilant, but there are still players dying.

But none of them knew how they died, which made the players even more panicked.

I don't know what happened in the dark night.

When Ning Su woke up vaguely, he felt that the car had stopped for a while. Before Ning Su woke up, the car wobbled forward again, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Before dawn, the car stopped again.

When they came down, the dead player had already been hung on a tree in the distance. It was difficult for them to go to see it again, so they got together to exchange news.

Fang Qi hurriedly said to Ning Su and Pang Yang: "I think there is something wrong with your car."

Pang Yang, who had been tense and did not sleep, felt his heart skip a beat and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fang Qi said: "There are two cars running side by side on this road. Your car and Zhao Kehan's car are at the front. Your car number is 4-10326-01, and Zhao Kehan's car number is 4-10326-02. "

They know that every time they get out of the car and are afraid of getting on the wrong car, they have to look at the license plate number.

The license plate number is easy to remember, the front is the copy number, and the back is the car number.

Fang Qi said: "The numbers of the two cars in the last row are 09 and 10. I am on 09, and there are no cars behind."

Ning Su understood.

Pang Yang still didn't understand, but he became more and more flustered. Looking at the endless night, he saw the face of a dead body in the car looking at him from the window.

His heart trembled with fright, and he said anxiously, "So?"

Fang Qi said: "There are ten cars in total, and thirty players in total. There are three players in our 09 car, Zhao Kehan ​​and his 02 car killed one player, and there are two remaining players here, and the other two cars are confirmed. There are three players, so, basically, there are three players in one car."

He pursed his lips, and looked at the two of them with dark eyes, "Why are you two in your car?"

"..."

This is telling a horror story.

A layer of white sweat suddenly appeared on Pang Yang's body.

At this moment, the ear-piercing bell rang suddenly.

Pang Yang almost didn't jump up.

Fang Qi was at the back and left immediately.

Zhao Kehan ​​could be a minute late, he hurriedly comforted these two unreliable young people, "Don't be nervous, not all the players in the car recognize each other, the other player in your car should be more cautious When the situation is unclear at the beginning of the dungeon, they will not act easily."

He's very comforting.

It's on point.

But in such an environment, it was really hard not to panic when he was suddenly accused of being abnormal after he had finally adapted to the terrifying environment.

The night was almost over, five players were dead, and that player still didn't show up, and they didn't even find him in the car.

Before getting into the car, Ning Su said to him: "Don't be nervous, it doesn't matter if he shows up or not, you have to calm down, don't be found by the dead body."

Pang Yang gave a trembling "hmm".

They went back to their beds.

Ning Su's bed was always at the back, and it hadn't been changed all night. There were several skulls placed Manman there.

Pang Yang's bed was changed once, from the bed at the back close to the old "man" to the front row away from it.

As soon as Pang Yang went back, he immediately lay down on the bed, wrapped the quilt tightly, and faced the carriage.

This is the safest position.

As long as he keeps lying like this, he's fine and should be safe.

He should sleep for a while, he hasn't slept all night, his brain has started to be confused, in a copy that needs to be highly concentrated, this is not possible.

However, he kept thinking about what Fang Qi said, the player who "disappeared" in their car.

He turned around slowly, looking for another possible player in the dim and shaking car.

He slept on the lower bunk, and he couldn't see the upper bunk or the back, only the "people" in the lower bunk nearby.

Some were lying stiffly on the bed, their eyes rolling.

Some feet had a row of iron nails stuck in them, black and festering.

There were also normal-looking ones who were sitting on the bed combing their long, black hair.

Noticing someone looking at it, he turned his head slowly.

Pang Yang hurriedly closed his eyes.

He didn't know if that "person" was still looking at him. The "person" who could comb his hair should be stronger than ordinary corpses, so he was more tense, holding his breath, and it took a long time before he turned around and faced the car wall.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt the upper berth move.

Immediately, he closed his eyes again and pulled the quilt over his head little by little.

He was still holding his breath in the cramped quilt, not daring to take a breath, but the musty smell in the quilt kept drilling into his nose.

When he was almost fainting, he opened his mouth silently, and exhaled restrainedly and tremblingly in the dark and narrow space.

That's when he felt the person on the top bunk sit on his bed.

Pang Yang hurriedly stopped breathing, almost belching out of fright.

The "man" sat on his bed for a while, putting his hand on his quilt.

Pang Yang was really lucky. After the system went online, his luck was 87, but he didn't think that this luck would allow him to be interrupted by screams outside three times in a row when he was about to be discovered by a dead body.

This time he will be found.

His forehead had been covered, and a layer of cold sweat was also frightened, which wet the curly hair on his forehead, and a few strands of hair were sticking to his forehead.

The air in the quilt was not circulating and it was very hot. His face might be red and his whole body was hot.

No matter how stupid a dead body is, it can be seen that this is a different kind.

He wanted to wipe off the sweat from his face, or rub it off with the quilt to destroy the "living evidence", but he didn't dare to move for fear of being found out.

The "person" patted on his quilt.

Heavy, even through the quilt, he could feel the heavy force on his shoulders.

Pang Yang closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip tightly.

He closed the creases of his eyes, almost bleeding from his bite, and managed not to tremble a bit, still maintaining a stiff posture.

The "person" seemed to be looking at him, wondering if he was of the same kind.

Pang Yang was still tense, not daring to move or take a breath.

He felt that the head of the "person" was close to him, right at the back of his head at the mouth of the quilt.

A fishy, ​​cold and rotten smell spread into the suffocating quilt.

Pang Yangxin lifted it up tightly, holding his breath for a long time made his brain dizzy and his head was covered with sweat.

In this painful suffocation, there was only a sliver of clarity left in his brain, wondering if he would become the first person in the whole game base to be suffocated to death in the copy.

At this moment, he vaguely heard an extremely faint "Pang Yang".

The "person" stuck to his ear and called his name.

Pang Yang thought he was hallucinating.

The "person" seemed to have laughed, and said in a very low voice at the mouth of the quilt: "Pang Yang, Yinhua Society."

Pang Yang: "?"

Pang Yang: "???"

Pang Yang: "..."

Grass!

He almost jumped up like a carp.

Jumped up and pinched his neck and asked, why are the two players in their car so teasing!

Ning Su, who was a ghost, just spoke in a cold voice. At that time, there were players there, and he was not so scared or angry when he was still outside the car.

Good guy!

This is even more excessive, pretending not to come out all night, gods and ghosts, and making him so big as soon as he comes out, almost scaring him to death!

He is angry! !

Pang Yang used all his rationality to restrain himself from jumping up and blowing his dog's head off.

In this way, both of them will be in danger.

This player didn't go down to discuss the dungeon, maybe he didn't know how to hide himself.

But he still grabbed his wrist hard, pulled off the quilt angrily, and stared at him fiercely.

This player is still pretending to be pretty, with a long scar on his face, spreading from the corner of his left mouth to the corner of his right eye, looking hideous and terrifying.

He smiled slowly at him, touching the scar on his face.

The angry look on Pang Yang's face suddenly froze.

He was starting to feel something was wrong.

The wrist he held in his hand, tens of seconds passed, still had no human temperature, it was bitingly cold.

His hand trembled, half of the index finger pressed against the cold and soft skin, and half seemed to touch the bone.

Somehow exposed bones.

The smile on the face in front of him got bigger and bigger, and the scar that spanned most of his face seemed to be split open.

That smile really wanted to say: I caught you.

Spotted you, got you.

In this dark corner of the lower bunk, Pang Yang's arm holding the dead body's wrist finally trembled violently, and he couldn't control it no matter what.

The trembling spread throughout the body, even the lower tarsal muscles trembled, and the pupils dilated in fright.

His luck really hit there.

The corpse's other hand reached for his neck.

He thought of the first dead player, the two **** holes in his neck.

He is going to die.

This was the first time that Pang Yang faced death so close, his pupils reflected the face with a cracked smile, and his mind went blank.

Pupils trembled suddenly.

When it stabilized again, the face in the pupil changed.

That head was smashed crooked by something.

Pang Yang blinked blankly, looking at the crooked corpse's face and the skull beside the bed.

Before he could react, a teenager kicked the corpse sitting on his bed, rode on it and started beating it.

He regained his senses in a trance, and when he saw a yellow tooth that had been punched out of the dead body, he was even more in a trance.

With such a big commotion, many dead bodies in the car sat up, looking over with strange eyes.

Pang Yang saw that old "man" coming from behind, stomped his feet, and wanted to come up to fight.

Pang Yang's heart tightened, the old "man" came to fight, he would definitely pull Ning Su, he would definitely feel Ning Su's body temperature, he would not be the only one who died, and Ning Su who had risked to save him.

He gritted his teeth, and stood up abruptly to throw the old "man" down, but suddenly a pale hand pushed him back, and then that hand pushed the old "man" onto another bed.

There were tiny black blood vessels faintly on that pale hand, which was pressed on the shoulder of the old "man" for a long time.

Pang Yang's heart was in his throat.

The old "people" may have already felt the temperature above, which belongs to human beings.

After a few seconds, the old "man" didn't feel strange at all, it stood up again.

The dead body who was kicked down also stood up, his mouth was tightly stuffed with a pillow towel, he couldn't make any sound, his hands were also **** by the pillow towel, he could only wave his legs at Ning Su angrily.

Occasionally, Xiang Ning Su straightened him with his feet, as if telling Ning Su that he was a different kind.

Pang Yang: "...?"

Ning Su took a step forward and kicked its **** legs away.

The dead body that couldn't make a sound, the gashed face was even bigger, and it was about to move forward.

He was hit head-on by another skull and staggered back a step.

Two ghost children sat on the bed, each holding a skull, aiming at it at any time.

The dead body was even more angry, and slapped the bed rail with a slap, and rushed over with burning eyes.

The other dead bodies in the car also stood up, making strange or stammering sounds from their mouths.

Seeing that the car was about to become chaotic, the car stopped suddenly.

The restless corpses suddenly fell silent.

The female driver at the front stood up slowly.

The dead bodies were even more silent.

The driver turned and walked this way.

Pang Yang lay on the bed in front and saw the back of the driver several times.

She has long, smooth seaweed-like hair, straight shoulders, and a slender and beautiful back.

He knew that the car was full of dead bodies, but there were also many dead bodies that looked like normal people and seemed to be alive.

Therefore, he also fantasized that this is a beautiful driver lady.

Then, he saw the **** fresh human eyes in the skull's eye sockets, the upturned corners of the snake's lips, and the flickering hair as he walked.

Pang Yang: "..."

Almost got sent away on the spot.

The lady driver came over, her **** eyes turned between the two troublesome passengers, and the corners of her mouth suddenly raised.

01 car stopped, and the cars behind naturally also stopped.

The 02 car also stopped with a slow reaction.

Just park your car and go down.

The players immediately got out of the car with several dead bodies, all looking at car 01.

They figured out the rules of parking and driving a few times before, and the first thing to stop was the car with the dead player.

I don't know who died this time.

Fang Qi and Zhao Kehan ​​were especially nervous, staring at the car door intently.

The door opens.

In the night, a woman with long curly hair and a white lace dress was standing at the car door holding a dead body with a knife scar.

She easily threw the dead body out of the car, clapped her hands, then walked to the driver's seat, closed the door, and drove on.

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