Chapter 3:
This time, even if it was not for her own sake, but for the development of the entire dead, so that they would not be wiped out and survive after a few years, she would have to seize all the opportunities from the very beginning.
She wants to bring back all the orcs, elves, and humans who abused the dead. She wants to make those humans who have humiliated her often be treated like ants.
in particular…
Ming Yuechen.
The tip of her tongue rolled over these three words, and Mo Ran crushed them bit by bit between her teeth, and finally swallowed them one by one, as if crushing the person who stood in front of her with downcast eyes and asked her to go with him To swallow them all.
Although Mo Ran's body is very weak now, it's not difficult to kill seven or eight zombies, but in the blink of an eye, all the zombies that were just barking their teeth and claws just now fell to the ground, and their rotten brains were scattered all over the floor , gave off a rotten smell, mixed with the rain-washed soil, which seemed a little strange.
After the last blow, the streets that were full of zombies roaring just now returned to their original silence, leaving only the white noise of the rain washing away, which made people feel inexplicably calm.
However, Mo Ran was a little distressed now.
With the last blow, she smashed the angle steel in her hand into the zombie's mouth, but the force was so strong that it penetrated directly from the back of its head.
But now it is not so easy to pull out the angle steel inserted in the zombie's mouth.
In the previous life, this would have been as simple as blinking and breathing, but now she couldn't do it. After pumping twice in a row, she found that the angle steel was firmly stuck in the skull that had lost its hardness, and wanted to pump it with one hand. It was impossible to come out, so she had to lift her right leg and stepped on the zombie, and finally pulled out the angle steel with the strength of her leg.
At the moment when the angle steel was shot, Mo Ran noticed his right leg. The trousers that were originally worn on it had already been torn into pieces, and only a few strips of cloth were hanging there scatteredly. Of course, this It wasn't the key to Mo Ran noticing her right leg.
The point is that the muscles on the right leg have been almost wiped out by the zombies, but there are only some ligaments wrapped in white bones left. The condition of the left leg is slightly better than that of the right leg, and there are still a lot of muscles left. Of course These muscles are also covered with bite marks, and there are even more shreds of shredded meat drooping ferociously on the white bones.
this
One is still wearing sneakers, and the other shoe is gone, only wearing dirty socks. This picture is really ridiculous, just like a puppet with thin feet and lone legs wearing two exaggerated shoes in a puppet film.
Just when Mo Ran was about to bend down to take a closer look at her legs, she felt something fall out of her loose clothes, and then she heard a "click", and the thing hit the pile on the ground. On the water, a lot of water droplets were splashed.
She took a closer look and found that it was her own internal organs.
The zombies had gnawed a big hole in her stomach just now, and the internal organs had been torn in a mess, but now with her bending down, the last piece of skin had completed the mission of wrapping the internal organs, and was ripped apart. It was completely torn, and the remaining organs fell directly from her body to the ground, hitting the stagnant water heavily.
It's all in pieces, there are fragments everywhere, and it can't be put together at all.
"Tsk!" Looking at the two bare legs and the internal organs that had fallen all over the floor, Mo Ran sighed helplessly. She has never been so embarrassed before.
The pouring rain poured on the messy mess of organs, washing out the scarlet blood, which flowed in all directions along the accumulated water on the ground. Zombies have a keen sense of smell that is different from ordinary people. It can be predicted that the blood will soon A large number of zombies were attracted, but Mo Ran didn't care at all, she even hoped that there would be more zombies.
After all, as a level-0 dead person, she has natural shortcomings, that is, her skin is too brittle, her life is too thin, and she will die if she is not careful.
Speaking of which, the most important reason why the race of the dead is regarded as a different species by humans, orcs, and elves is that the way of life is completely different from them.
As long as the heart of the dead is not punctured, any strange damage or loss on the body can regenerate and heal itself. Therefore, the heart is actually the source of life of the dead.
However, that is only for the dead at level zero. As long as the dead reach the first level, a hard shell will grow on their hearts to wrap the heart. As the level of the dead continues to increase, this layer of wrapping will become harder and harder.
And this thing is the crystallization of the source power that is coveted by all races.
It can be said that the dead were guilty of carrying jade, so the dead also possessed extremely powerful fighting capabilities
It is for this reason that Mo Ran hopes to bring more zombies and give her more experience, so that she can improve her strength and get rid of the zero-level rookie stage as soon as possible.
The rain was flowing down her long hair, and under the thick hair, her curled eyelashes were slightly hanging down, and there was even a drop of rain hanging on the eyelashes. At this moment, her whole body is so quiet and detached, as if a ray of clarity in the long summer afternoon slowly sinks into the incompatible humid sky.
She watched the only remaining flesh on her two legs turn white from the rain, which made her observation clearer, but after a while, she saw that a few thin fleshy membranes had grown on the bare knees.
I have long been accustomed to the self-healing speed of the seventh-level great dead, and now I have directly reduced the dimension to zero. Mo Ran expressed considerable impatience for such a slow recovery speed, and she let out a "tsk" again, feeling very disgusted After calculating with her attitude, if she was a Level 7 death, she should be able to recover in three to five minutes for her injuries, but now, recovering within two hours is already considered super fast.
Thinking back then, she had recovered for three or four days before waking up from this near-death state, and Mo Ran became more and more dissatisfied with this weak body like a chicken.
While Mo Ran was slowly cleaning up the blood on her body under the pouring rain, waiting for more zombies to throw themselves into the trap, she heard motions from different directions.
The sharp hearing beyond human beings allowed Mo Ran to distinguish through the rainstorm that the noisy low growls at the corner of the street in the distance belonged to zombies, and there were heavy and chaotic people walking towards this side from the street on the other side. Footsteps belong to humans.
Mo Ran looked around in these two directions, and suddenly gave up her plan to find some experience for herself.
Compared with that insignificant experience, Mo Ran wants to see human beings struggling under the torture of zombies.
After only thinking for a second, Mo Ran made a decision. She wanted to give this stage to the zombies and humans on the street corner, and let them stage a beautiful mutual love here.
Thinking of this, the original dislike for the too weak body also disappeared a little bit. Mo Ran bent down and picked up the ball of organs without paying attention, stuffed it directly into his broken abdominal cavity, and then took it off again. The jacket on his body tied the abdominal cavity casually, picked up the angle steel and shook it casually a few times, then turned and walked towards a large shopping mall on the side of the street
If there were people around at this time, a careful observation would reveal that some muscle fibers were slowly growing on Mo Ran's bare-skeleton legs.
As Mo Ran sank into the empty shopping mall, traces of humans first appeared on the street outside. While walking, they discussed entering a nearby shopping mall to search for some supplies, but before they got close to the shopping mall, they found Mo Ran's blood and corpses of zombies left on the ground.
And Mo Ran found a set of clothes, trousers and shoes that are easy to move in the women's clothing department of the shopping mall. When he was slowly changing into them, the human team outside was discovered by zombies wandering around the street corner. Under the rain, the human team panicked.
After becoming a dead person, whether it is hearing, eyesight or physical fitness, there will be a significant improvement. This improvement will become better and better as the level of the dead person increases. Although Mo Ran is only level zero now, he is still better than ordinary humans. Have better five senses.
The electricity in the shopping mall was cut off, and it was pitch black, but there was no obstacle for Mo Ran, and she could even clearly see a completely different version of herself in the mirror.
The ordinary human girl who used to have a pale face and casually tied black half-long hair has long since disappeared. In the mirror is a woman with exquisite eyebrows and eyes. Her skin is sickly white, with snow-white hair and a pair of gorgeous eyes. Red eyes.
This is the typical appearance of the dead.
Mo Ran moved closer to the mirror and carefully observed herself in the mirror. It was different from the panic when she found out that she looked different in her previous life. This time, Mo Ran was a little interested. She raised her eyebrows slowly and smiled at the mirror for the hurried low shouts of humans running and the panicked counterattacks of the zombies that were chasing them.
It's a beautiful skin.
Just when she changed her clothes and walked unhurriedly towards the second floor of the shopping mall, the sound of whimpering, roaring, and fighting accompanied the sound of heavy rain rippling around.
Standing at the corner of the second floor, Mo Ran looked at the zombies and humans in the street in the heavy rain. The wonderful sense of pleasure made her smile brightly.
Back then, when humans watched her duel with the steel zombies, didn't they feel the same way?
The noisy sound of heavy rain falling on the ground fell on Mo Ran's ears, but it seemed to be the most passionate drumbeat in the concert. Her delicate white fingers resting on the window sill couldn't help but beat lightly to the drumbeat.
"Who! Who's there!" Just as Mo Ran was savoring this wonderful pleasure, a trembling voice came from afar.
Mo Ran turned her head slowly, and slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows in the direction of the soft voice. In the darkness, her eyes were astonishingly bright.