In an ordinary house in the shantytown, a lame old man was holding a rough rust knife to protect the cowardly and dirty old woman behind him. The woman screamed in fear, and the old man, pale in face, stood in front of her, with one hand tightly protecting the corner.
If Wang Qiang were here, he would definitely know that this man is the uncle next door whom he once violently assaulted, and the protected woman is the aunt who the uncle often bullies. In the face of death, the lame old man selflessly protected his timid woman, even in the eyes of the zombies, he was not even a scumbag.
The zombies swarmed in, and after paying the price of a panion opening their belly, the room was filled with zombies who finally fulfilled their wish to claim the lives of the couple. Two poor old couples were being divided between more than ten zombies to eat their flesh and blood, with blood smeared all over the ground, and their intestines emitting a slightly hot stench on the ground.
And the old man's death also fell on his own woman, attempting to use his own death to delay even one breath of life for his wife.
This is a deformed fetter, perhaps in the long years, the drunken old man used to domestic violence against her to the point of being accustomed, and even forced her to sell her in exchange for food when she couldn't cook it. He was a shameless scumbag, without self blame or morality. But in the face of the choice between life and death, do not doubt his concern for the existence of his own woman.
Wang Qiang struggled along the passage, which was an ancient tunnel with extremely irregular excavation, uneven ground and walls, and a slight foul odor of plant decay due to year-round moisture corrosion in the soil.
Wang Qiang is very worried that in such tunnels, the air is often insufficient, and if he does not receive enough oxygen, dying in the tunnel is likely to be his final destination.
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