The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

?Xinyan also felt that Huang He was right. In fact, even if he didn't speak, he would have the same feeling in his heart.

Perhaps it is because it inherits most of the genes of human beings! To a large extent, living zombies still maintain the most basic characteristics of human beings. They use two strong hind limbs to move, use their upper arms to attack and feed. From these aspects alone, they should be considered new species of alien life between humans and beasts.

If this is true, then the corpse monsters that shaking their bodies and slowly crawling in the ruins will appear particularly eye-catching.

From the surface, humans who have suffered a lot of physical energy loss due to excessive hunger have the same performance as them in a weak state.

"They seem to be very hungry! Very hungry!"

Xinyan didn't understand: these zombies were clearly hunting, wanting to use their flesh to satisfy their hunger. But why didn't they attack? They would rather stalemate each other in this way? They even ran to themselves unscrupulously for food?

When a living zombie, who was extremely thin and crawled into the center of the gathering group with difficulty, Xinyan's inner doubts finally found the answer that matched it.

Although the zombies have no eyes, from their physical movements at this moment, they can still clearly feel how much attention they are about their companions who have just crawled into the circle. They are even a little inexplicably excited.

A corpse monster who seemed to be leading the team came forward and lifted up his companion lying on the ground. He used his long arms to stick tightly on the other party's neck. With a "click", the head of the corpse suddenly fell from the neck like a ripe watermelon. Under the action of inertia, the bones rolled aside.

Grab, tear food, chew... The scene that just happened happened again. As pieces of fresh meat fell into the belly, a strange vitality was also emitted on the face of the corpse monster who was eating.

"So that's it. They actually use this method to replenish their physical strength. Quickly! Everyone evacuates in sequence!"

Xinyan, who suddenly realized, finally understood that killing oneself is not a corpse, but a necessary consumption and a necessary way of survival.

They are wise and have fought with humans. The terrible damage caused by holding weapons in the other party may still remember them vividly until now.

Predation is a cruel killing. No creature will be willing to become the food in the other party's mouth. Even the weakest sheep will burst into miserable wails from the throat when they are slaughtered.

Living zombies are also creatures. Without food, their only ending will be to starve to death.

Xinyan felt chilling. The mutated creatures here are far more fierce and have higher intelligence than those on Earth.

It can be seen that in this dead and deserted city, there is not much food to eat. Occasionally discovering a group of fresh prey is certainly a surprise to them. At the same time, it is also a test for the continuation of the group.

Long-term hunger causes a sharp decline in physical strength. The only way to hunt the humans in front of you is to sacrifice the weakest companions in the group.

The meat on the same type of body can be eaten. This is not a cruelty, but a choice that is forced to do nothing. Even the human beings, who are known as the most noble, have ever been recorded in eating their own bodies of body?

The location of the warehouse is not far from the supermarket. Once you enter it, no matter how many corpses gather, you cannot enter it.

Xinyan's face was still nervous. She remembered: there was only a narrow skylight inside the warehouse to connect with the outside world.

More than one hundred people with a large amount of supplies on their backs. It will definitely take considerable time to enter the warehouse.

For some reason, Xinyan, who was standing in front of the rusted gate of the warehouse and holding the sword in one hand, suddenly had a very strange idea.

She wants to fight and kill people.

"Cheer————”

Just as this thought came out of my mind, two bone blades shining with bright white luster suddenly pierced from Xinyan's elbow. They pierced through the cloak covering the arms, and suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes.

"If you can leave, go first. If you can't leave, kill with me."

This is what the armed refugees standing behind them, waiting to enter the warehouse along the vent.

At the intersection of the street, the corpse monster who had just swallowed his companions and was slightly replenishing his energy. He was reluctant to lick the remaining blood on his lips, and slowly gathered in groups with the greed of a hungry wolf. He walked slowly towards the seemingly panicked prey in front of him.

There are not many, only a few hundred. Perhaps, they don’t want to pass on the news that there are prey here to more similar people to share!

After all, there are too many companions coming from hearing the news, so there is naturally less meat in your mouth.

"Hehehehe!" Looking at the corpse that was getting closer and closer, Xinyan felt that she wanted to laugh.

Even she couldn't explain why she did this.

She suddenly no longer worried about her safety. Compared with the federal army with heavy firepower, she used biting as a basic attack method to produce heat energy like a gunpowder explosion to destroy. In other words, even in the worst case, her body was just torn apart. Instead of exploding into countless separated pieces of flesh and blood on the spot, like being hit by a shell.

In contrast, the energy consumption of the body is naturally reduced to a minimum.

Xinyan even found that while this thought arises, a strange surge suddenly emerges deep in the ridge cone in the center of the back of the body.

A sticky liquid with a similar color to the skin and slightly yellowish color slowly penetrated out of its body. In an instant, it had already covered the entire back. Through the faint touch of the skin on the surface of the body, Xinyan felt that these sudden appearances were solidified at that position and hardened into a thick "scab".

No! To be precise, it should be "A".

She touched it with her hands. The hardness was like a piece of natural armor. Even the sagging under the force of hard work could not leave a faint mark.

However, this layer of armor is also extremely soft. No matter whether the body shakes or bends from any angle, they can move in accordance with the rhythm and direction. Just like, it is like the close-fitting soft armor that is invulnerable to swords and guns in ancient legends.

"Why, why is this happening?"

Xinyan, who was puzzled, vaguely remembered: this position was the injured area hit by a federal tank shell while escaping. At that time, a large number of shrapnel flying across the sky completely cut off his soft back muscles.

This is my previous memory. It is hard to say whether the black particles are generated from it. Or the black particles themselves are also changing.

Could this be the most basic cellular forced evolution?

While the body is subject to powerful damage, the biological cells formed will adapt and repair themselves while changing their organizational structure under external stimulation, so that their arrangements and combinations can resist the next new attack.

This is not a delusion without any basis. It is an instinctive reaction that human cells have always possessed. The "cocoon" that is most frequently worn in the palm is a particularly prominent representative.

Thinking of this, Xinyan was not hesitating. She waved the sharp bone blade between her arms and rushed towards the group of corpses that were getting closer and closer.

Kill! Kill all creatures that dare to stand in front of me.

As the blades fly, there will always be pieces of broken remains scattered. It seems that it is a human-shaped meat mincing machine, completely crushing all the objects filled into it into soft meat paste.

Of course, the living zombies would not sit and wait for death. They should have been hunters, but in the blink of an eye, their identities and positions were changed. The violent and anger that could not be described in words made their battle and bloodthirsty madness instantly elevated to the extreme.

"Haha! Come on!"

Xinyan, who was in the center of the battle group, felt no pressure at all. She just felt refreshed and dripping.

A strong zombie seized the opportunity to pounce in from the center of two companions. In its opinion, it was busy dealing with the targets that were attacking from the front and back, and could not cope with the self that was attacking from the side. You must know that a normal human has only two arms.

This is indeed true.

However, when it rushes hard toward Xinyan with the help of the inertia of leaping, a dazzling white light suddenly passes through its head and penetrates the hard skull.

"flutter----"

It was a sharp bone spur several meters long, which suddenly emerged from the upper end of Xinyan's left shoulder. After piercing the sneak attacked corpse from the opposite direction, it instantly retracted into the body with stained blood and viscous brain matter at the same speed.

This was so sudden. The living zombie with a light-transmitting blood hole on his forehead would never understand how he died.

"Kill them all! Leave no living!"

Xinyan's roar also infected the armed refugees behind him who used weapons to snipe the corpse group.

The number of corpses was getting smaller and smaller. A few minutes later, there was no longer any mutant that could stand in the ruins where blood flowed.

Standing among the soft and sticky flesh, breathing in the coldness brought by the whistling wind. The thunder that stood stiff like a sculpture was the only impact of blood dripping from the lower-hanging knife.

"Swoosh———"

After two foreign objects passed the wind sound caused by the air, there was no abnormality at the end of the elbow. It seemed that nothing had happened there.

The unrestrained wind brought the bloody smell to every corner of the city. The zombies who were tortured by hunger and almost crazy began to gather quickly towards the warehouse. They didn't care about who the flesh and blood left on the ground belonged to. They still chewed the rare fresh meat with indescribable pleasure.

Unlike the terrible sound of eating outside the warehouse, the people who were blocked by thick walls also had excited and happy smiles on their faces. They were talking loudly about the fierce battle just now, competing with their respective achievements. They were still chewing fresh food in their mouths.

In a few large steel pots obtained from the supermarket, the snow-white porridge rice was happily raising bubbles that disappeared in an instant. A simple stove was built with bricks, and a fire with dry wood was lit, and a new and dough piled in an iron rack were also set up. In the absence of necessary tableware, people could only use the simplest way to knead the flour into a fragrant "bull".

Xinyan was not involved in the joyful crowd. She was sitting quietly beside her, using a steel bar as a support and inserted it into the ground, carefully looking at the strange corpse head that she got from the supermarket.

Perhaps because death came too suddenly, the jaw of the head kept its open and fixed movement. Through the severely worn molars, you could even clearly see the sticky and twisted meat and some flesh residue in the gaps between the teeth.

This is the trace left by eating canned food. When he was killed, he was holding it and eating canned meat.

For some reason, the more Xinyan reads, the more incredible it feels.

A zombie who specializes in eating people can actually chew canned food. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe it even if she hadn't killed such a thing.

The most critical reason why humans can surpass all living things on earth and become the supreme ruler is that humans can use wisdom, create and use tools.

She clearly remembered that the moment the zombie was killed, there was a striking "cross" opening on the surface of the can that fell from her hand.

This is a typical military practice.

Generally speaking, for sealed foods such as cans, people often use special knives to pry them open. Of course, soldiers on the battlefield can also use the same method. However, due to various conditions, their most common use is to use a portable dagger to directly cut the word "cross" on the surface of the can. Then take the contents into it and eat it.

Living zombies have simple wisdom. Xinyan has long known this.

She could also understand the various actions of them in their hunger state to find new sources of food.

She also believes that monsters with special hobbies for meat can easily break open cans and get food from them.

However, she couldn't understand that this zombie would use sharp horn claws to cut a fairly standard "cross" on the surface of the iron can, just like a soldier.

Could it be that this zombie was also a soldier during her lifetime? It also inherited a few memories of her past?

This statement is very likely, but there is not enough evidence. After all, after being infected and mutated, they probably don’t have much of the ontology. Not to mention memory, information that must be preserved by the brain.

Since that is the case, there is only another possibility left, which has seen people use the same method to feed. And...the knowledge has been put into practice.

As soon as this thought arose, Lian Xinyan nodded thoughtfully.

Just as he first entered the supermarket to collect food, an armed refugee in charge of a team of machine guns once used this method to fetch canned food.

Could it be that at that time, this zombie happened to be hidden in the dark? Observe and see the whole process?

Thinking of this, Xinyan couldn't help but focus his attention on the "eye" part of the upper part of the head again.
To be continued...