"Don't move, this is my dog."

This sound was so abrupt;

Wang Hong turned around suddenly and looked behind him;

There, there was a corpse that had rotted nearly 600% of the time, dragging the minced meat on its body and limping towards it. The body could be seen as a man, but it was definitely not the young man two years ago. Moreover, the breath on the other party was full of filth and dirty, and it was simply a creature crawling out of the lowest sewer.

Wang Hong's pupils shrank slightly. As a top-notch existence, her insights cannot be violated or terrible, but she could not see the origin of this necro creature at all.

It seems that he is really a corpse that suddenly possesses some kind of intelligence here, which is considered a low-level corpse fetus.

The man walked to the dog, squatted down, and stroked the dog's head with his bare bones. The exposed bones on the dog's body rubbed against the human bones, making an extremely harsh sound. This was not human caressing the pet, but rather a perverted misalignment.

This is a disgusting person, this is a disgusting dog.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost!"

Wang Hong asked a question, then her figure disappeared from the spot and appeared directly in front of the man. The invisible power condensed and directly imprisoned the man and floated up.

The man's body kept trembling, and the minced meat on his body kept falling. The fire of life, which was originally swaying like a candle, kept floating around at this time, as if it could be destroyed at any time.

He is very weak, he is very unbearable, he is just the garbage next to a trash can, with a rotten smell.

This kind of low-level undead creature is not even qualified to enter hell. As long as the sun shines through it, it will instantly turn into blue smoke.

"Who are you, are you him?"

Wang Hong's voice kept echoing, but the man still didn't speak. The reason for not speaking seemed not to be that he was keeping some secrets, but that he didn't know what to say at all.

The memories of undead creatures are very short-lived. They are longer than fish, but they are also chaotic. Most undead creatures will not remember what happened before they were alive. They are just garbage in the world, curled up in the corner of the wall and exist silently, and they will be destroyed when they don’t know when. Most of them have no meaning of existence, and they seem to exist just because they exist.

Wang Hong's mental power penetrated into the depths of the undead, but he found nothing. The undead man had a clear origin. He was just an ordinary person who climbed out of the mountain of corpses.

There is no past life, no present life, no origin, just a little bit of fate, a wise corpse born in a place with a strong sense of death.

Yet, the crazy man on the eve two years ago was so proud and so arbitrary, how could he allow himself to fall into what he is today? He probably would rather choose to fall and die completely than choose to become like this to live a life of silence.

This is a kind of dignity belonging to the strong and a kind of pride belonging to the strong.

Moreover, Wang Hong could actually sense that that crazy young man, on that night, actually asked for not victory or survival, but to ask for an end or death.

A person who looks like that would rather his life disappear like fireworks than let him be contaminated with much dust.

He sighed. The undead man who was originally imprisoned by Wang Hong was thrown into the corpse mountain on one side. The dog dragged his legs with only bones and ran over to check the situation. Before, the dog wanted to rush towards Wang Hong when the man was arrested, but could only run in front of Wang Hong. There was a constant distance between one meter between the man and the dog, and both sides could not get close to him at all.

Wang Hong finally took a deep look here, and she knew that this time she had come in vain.

I was very disappointed and disappointed. I thought I could get some information and know some things, so that I could prepare for entering the door. The group leader also helped me with a favor, but now it seems that it is nothing more than useless work.

That person is dead, really dead!

Then, Wang Hong's figure turned into a red light, rushed up, forcibly tearing a crack above the corpse mountain and left here. She came and went in a hurry. A top-notch figure could not waste her precious time at will, especially not long before entering the door, and she still had too many things to deal with, including her own feelings.

The dog squatted beside the man and began to lick the man's face with his tongue.

The man shook his head, avoided the dog's enthusiastic tongue, and said angrily:

"There are not a few taels of meat left on your face, it's so ugly that you lick it down."

The dog just squatted aside obediently.

The man struggled to stand up again. He was imprisoned by Wang Hong before, and his whole body seemed to be disbanded. Now he feels weak when walking. The only thing he is glad that he is more healthy than the other undead spirits, with hands and feet, can walk, and does not need to crawl like other undead creatures.

A dead human, holding a dead dog he picked up, started walking near the Corpse Mountain. They didn't need to eat, they just needed to absorb a little dead energy occasionally, but sometimes they still needed something, such as flesh and blood.

Undead creatures can find something they like from some corpses, such as blood that can be absorbed by themselves and pieces of meat that can be fused by themselves. They are originally a broken group or a group of scavengers. They are themselves broken beings and need to be slit and patched up. They are creatures similar to dung beetles, living in the dirtiest place and doing the dirtiest things.

The man squatted down and pulled out a female corpse.

"Are you one piece of meat and I one piece?" the man looked at the dog beside him.

The dog seemed to hesitate for a moment, then shook his head.

"I don't mind you guys, what do you mind? I'm still a human, you're a dog. No, you have to, otherwise I'll become worse than a dog."

As he said that, the man squatted down and grabbed the two balls of undecayed meat on the female corpse's chest with both hands. The bone's hands had been grinded a little bit of shiny, and could be used as a blade, which was very sharp.

"Click..."

Two crisp sounds came out, and the two balls of flesh were cut off by the man, and one of them was placed directly on his calves. It had cracked and only skin and bones were left.

The meat on the female corpse quickly integrated into it. The meat on the man's calf was a little thicker, which was very important to him. Being able to walk with his feet is indeed much more convenient than crawling, and it is also suitable for his activities and survival. Well, let's call it survival for now.

Another piece of meat was thrown to the dog beside him.

The dog took several steps back in disgust.

"After eating it, your neck is almost broken. You are always rolling around and bumping around. If your neck is broken, you will be playing tricks!"

The dog whimpered twice. It did not like the meat and blood here, but under the pressure of the man, it had to lower its head and put the piece of meat into its mouth. The meat could not be digested in the traditional way. After the dog swallowed the meat, the meat piece was stuck in its neck and could not be taken down. Of course, it did not want it to go down. The meat piece quickly merged there. The bones and skin, which were about to break on the dog's neck, were a little richer again.

"This is how good you are."

The man patted the dog's head, then pulled his muscles and bones. After making a crisp sound, he didn't dare to continue to pull it. If he really stretched his back and broke himself, he would really have no place to cry.

One person and one dog began to move forward. There were countless corpses here, and even fresh corpses came in every once in a while. Of course, there were also some more powerful undead here, but after these undead had confidence, they left the Corpse Mountain and began to move towards the Dragon Vein position, and then they never came back.

Men and dogs can actually walk there, but men are unwilling to walk there. He thinks it is good here. It is also a kind of happiness to be confused every day. He is not enterprising and not optimistic. Every day he feels that finding a piece of good meat and taking a sip of blood that has not completely deteriorated is already a kind of great happiness.

Moreover, there is no danger here, and no other undead dares to provoke a man here. He is still very powerful, but the woman who came and left just now is so powerful.

The man sat down and the dog squatted down. The dog's tail was half broken, but it continued to shake.

The man reached out and pressed the dog's tail.

"I feel upset."

The dog's tail was gone, so the man moved his hand away, and then the dog began to wag its tail again.

The man reached out to cover his forehead.

"Come on, call me a few times, and it will make others envious. When I get here, I can still raise a dog."

"……………” The dog opened his mouth and tried hard to scream, but could not make a sound.

There is flesh on the upper half of the dog's mouth, and bones on the lower half, and tongue on the lower half, but the rest of the organs inside have long rotted and gone, and it is difficult to make sounds unless it is grinding teeth. As for the dog's barking, it is almost impossible.

"Wang!Wang!Wang!"

The dog barking sounded, and the dog looked at the man in a daze. The dog barking was not made by it, but by the man in front of him.

"Wang!Wang!Wang!"

The man held the dog in his arms and reached out to twisp the dog's mouth.

The dog understood, opened its mouth, followed the man's frequency, and kept opening its mouth and shutting its mouth. The two people were like playing ventriloquy. The dog was doing it, the man was barking, one person and one dog, and they had a lot of fun here.

"Wang!Wang!Wang!Wang!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!