Huang Xiaoming was impressed by Zhang Jian's strong mental power and unconsciously revealed his experience: "A group of red-eyed zombies rushed out of the morgue of the Municipal People's Hospital in S City at noon. They bit people when they saw people on the streets in the city. The blood on my body was to join in the fun and was splashed on my body when a female zombie bit the police's body."

"What do those zombies look like?" Zhang Jian asked again. His intuition told him that the group of zombies that were raging in downtown S were extremely different from the past, perhaps the same as the zombies they encountered in chemical factories: "Can you briefly explain the zombies' eyes, skin color, clothing and blood-sucking posture?"

Zhang Jian's series of problems made Huang Xiaoming, who was in a hypnotic state, frowned, and saw his mouth clattering. It was obvious that he would take longer to think about it when dealing with complex problems.

Seeing this, the golden light in his eyes became more and more prosperous. A pair of amber pupils began to emit faint spiritual fluctuations, and the mental fluctuations melted the anxiety accumulated in Huang Xiaoming's heart like gentle sunlight: "Zombies... corpses are mostly red-eyed, their skin is like normal people and they are wearing ordinary citizens' clothes, not the Qing Dynasty official uniforms like in movies. They suck... without any scruples when sucking blood. As long as they are on every part of the human body, they are like... for..."

"Sucking for blood sucking." Zhang Jian snapped his fingers to wake up Huang Xiaoming who was already groggy, but he was thinking about what the zombies in S City were. At this time, a soft words like a thin willow brushing his face came from behind him: "Those zombies belong to the same category of zombies as we have encountered half-corpse people before. In the catalog of common ghosts in southern China, they are half-person and half-corpse species."

"Am I a half-corpse?" Zhang Jian actually had an answer in his heart, because the memories sealed by the silver time barrier in his mind began to emerge at this time point. Countless torrents of memory were sorted into pages of paper reports by Zhang Jian's powerful spiritual power. Many clues about the bloody turmoil in the S city in June 18 were screened out by Zhang Jian's brain one by one.

According to the report on the bloody turmoil in the annual report submitted by the Nanjing Station of the Special Bureau, the report on the bloody turmoil in S City mentioned that the local transportation and communication facilities were destroyed by a group of humanoid organisms suspected of septic patients within one day. Afterwards, countless citizens died of blood and died of blood. The surviving citizens suffered from severe abnormal symptoms, with the symptoms of ecstasy, and they always fantasize about being chased by others.

After the special bureau intervened in the investigation, it was found that the public facilities in the entire district of S City were paralyzed, the streets were devastated, and corpses were everywhere. S City was already a paradise for dark creatures. Within a radius of five kilometers, hundreds of evil spirits, evil spirits, ghouls and other evil creatures were densely gathered. They built nests, prey and reproduction here. The land of humanity eventually became wasteland.

"Zhang Jian? Zhang Jian!" Huang Fang shook Zhang Jian's arm vigorously, expressing doubts about Zhang Jian's dazedness.

Zhang Jian smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, I just thought about it and was stunned." Then he looked at Huang Xiaoming who was tiptoed and wanted to leave and said: "Boy, what's your name? I seem to have seen you somewhere!"

Huang Xiaoming's legs were weak when he heard this, and he almost knelt down: "Brother, we have never seen it before!" As he said that, he still waved his hands desperately, and wanted to deny this matter: "Brother, he is not from S City. My younger brother Huang Xiaoming is a native of S City. He is inseparable from the silverfish sauce rice made by his mother in this life. I have been staying in S City and never went out. How could I have seen you, Brother? I have never seen you, I have never seen you!"

"Oh? It seems that I remembered it wrong." Zhang Jian touched his chin and waved his hand to let Huang Xiaoming, who was as if he had been amnesty, leave casually. It seems that Huang Xiaoming in front of him should be the famous demon hunter in S City in later generations. In 25 years, or seven years later, the demon hunter Huang Xiaoming cooperated with the Nanjing Station of the Special Bureau and successfully recovered a large area of ​​land in S City. In my memory, Zhang Jian had seen him several times.

Zhang Jian smiled and looked at Huang Xiaoming's back, who was now jumping along the weed roadside on the roadside, carrying a green cloth belt, and fleeing with a green cloth belt. His appearance was as far away as the devil-elimination leader Huang Xiaoming who fought side by side with me in later generations. Now he is just a Buddhist young man living a stable life, and has not yet become the devil-elimination leader who wears a burnt black skeleton windbreaker in later generations, carrying a bandage-bound skeleton hunting rifle that can drive to hunt monsters on desolate land.

The times create heroes, and heroes create momentum. Heroes are the group of people who can stand out from the waves of the times, face everything without fear, and can circulate the world and lead the way. Now the evil surrounds S City, the wind and clouds change color, and are isolated and helpless like a reef washed by huge waves. Under the unpredictable time and space, whether Brother Xiao Ming will hit the waves for three thousand miles and embark on the road of eliminating demon hunters that defend their lives is actually in Zhang Jian's heart.

"Zhang Jian! You are in a daze again." Chu Xiao shook his hand in front of him and said dissatisfiedly.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered my past acquaintance. If he was here, what happened in S City would be a trivial matter." Zhang Jian's eyes were a little red, but he still suppressed his inexplicable emotions. However, now the situation in S City has reached an urgent time. If the node marked with the report information in his mind is correct: "Time is tight, I will tell a long story. I made our next plan based on the information collected by the informant."

Zhang Jian didn't care about Chu Xiao and his people's doubts, and carefully combined the information in his mind and said, "Now we can free up four people, including me, Chu Xiao, Miss Huang and Master. Brother Luo is an ordinary person, so I won't mention it. The information I got about S City is as follows: There are three corpses with no lower level than silver corpses in the city of S City, and hundreds of half-corpses transformed from ordinary people under his command are attacking the police station, municipal government building, hospital and factory of S City, etc.

Public institutions that protect the order of the region, and at the same time, a group of dark creatures that landed from S port to fish in the muddy waters of S City, such as Bloody Mary, corpse monsters and drowning ghosts, will enter the densely populated commercial district of S City, around five o'clock in the afternoon, and carry out large-scale killings in residential communities and famous attractions. Among them, three ghosts with strength reaching the peak of evil ghosts need our attention, especially Miss Huang, you are still in the blood refining realm and cannot deal with them. You must be careful when you act later."

"Cao Cao has a poem saying: 'White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing thousands of miles away. A hundred people live and one thought can be broken.' Once these guys completely destroy the humanistic cornerstone of S City, S City will fall into the darkness designed by unknown demons in the void in just one night. Believe me, this place will also recreate the era of people's miserable life and wars before the founding of the country. As long as people with conscience are not willing to see our motherland surrounded by war like Syria."

"Master, think about the ten realms of Bodhisattva fruit in the Mahayana Buddhism. Once you preside over the Dharma and resolve this crisis, how many humanitarian merits will come to you. These merits can reduce your practice for at least a hundred years. (I Amitabha!) As for you, Chu Xiao, the practice of the Legalists is nothing more than streamlining the system and practicing the law principles. The reconstruction of a regional legal network will definitely make your Legalists' realm a higher level. And if the special situation makes a second-tier city in Jiangsu Province become the first place on China's land without the glory of socialist humanitarianism, I believe that China's extraordinary world will definitely be ridiculed by foreign colleagues. Even if you are the captain of the Hangzhou Action Team, it is difficult to blame. So now we must really move and avoid S City becoming a toy for monsters in the foreign land before the situation deteriorates."
Chapter completed!