Chapter 2 Black Hairy Withered Hands

The roof was round. At the door, there were three dead bodies lying there. They had no head and were killed by people with a blunt device. The black and red blood stained a large area of the door. Zhao Zhuo didn't seem to care about pulling up his sleeves at all and smelling the pungent smell. Zhao Zhuo's spirit slightly The Heavenly Sin samurai knife knocked on the wall with a little force, and a piece of gravel was knocked down. Zhao Zhuo grabbed the gravel and aimed at a door in front of him and threw it hard.

"Bang!"

The stone hit the sliding door that had not been touched for a long time and made a dull sound. The sound spread far away and echoed throughout the floor, hitting Zhao Zhuo's nerves. The back door was completely closed without a trace of wind blowing in, but there was a strange feeling that Zhao Zhuo felt that his back was Pulled by something, Zhao Zhuo took a breath in his heart and hesitated for a moment. Then he opened his all-round vision. The heavenly sin samurai sword lay in front of him. Zhao Zhuo adapted to this strange vision and paid attention to the sliding door in front of him again.

Just a glance, Zhao Zhuo's heart beat. Just a few seconds ago, a dark shadow appeared in front of the door where there was nothing at all. Previously, Zhao Zhuo threw stones with a little force, so the closed door was smashed with a small dent at this moment. At this moment, the dark shadow kept tucking out from this dent, as if he was constantly struggling to escape.

Under Zhao Zhuo's green vision, he looked at the thing for a few seconds before he realized that the shadow should be a hand, a withered arm full of black hair and tried hard to pass through the small hole. The sliding door was hit hard, and the door was very secure and did not be knocked over at all. Instead, a lot of dust was shaken down from the door and fell to the ground, forming a small mound of about 5 cm. Zhao Zhuo looked at the mound and narrowed his eyes. He had noticed this place before. All the walls here were covered with dust, but there was one under this door. A small handful of soil.

"What the hell should this be?"

Zhao Zhu frowned and glanced at the surrounding environment again. After making sure that nothing appeared, he walked in front of me calmly. It was the second door. When Zhao Zhuo walked through the first open door, he had no danger except that he smelled a strange stench. The zombies didn't, but there were some dark blood stains on the ground of the room. The blood stains were very ferocious, as if they were splashed by pressure. Even the roof had a blood stain of 10 centimeters wide, covering the lamp. Zhao Zhuo tried to pull the switch, and the lamp flashed twice, just as Zhao Zhuo thought it could light up. When it came, there was a "pop" sound and there was no sound, which made Zhao Zhuo couldn't help but feel depressed, but at the same time Zhao Zhuo was also relieved.

The city's electricity system should have been paralyzed. The presence of electricity in this place means that there should be an independent power supply equipment in this building. This is a good thing. Now what Zhao Zhuo needs to worry about is not whether there is electricity, but how long the electricity can be used.

After observing the room and making sure that there was nothing to find, Zhao Zhuo walked to the second door. In that place, the hand full of black hair was still scratching, but his arm was obviously not very flexible and could not bend back and forth. Instead, it had been stiff, which reminded Zhao Zhuo of the zombie. He did not cut off the hand in a hurry. Zhao Zhuo looked at the arm with great interest.

He even touched the black-haired arm with the sword of Heavenly Sin. It was indeed very stiff. He was not a living person. The black hair arm is very stiff and the skin is also very hard. The arm is constantly stretched back and forth from the mouth with many blades. Except for the black hair on his arm is scraped off, there is no other effect at all.

Zhao Zhuo sniffed with his nose, his heart sank, and he took a step back. That stench actually came from this place! The distance from the entrance to this door is nearly 10 meters, and this opening has only appeared for a few minutes, which surprised Zhao Zhuo. He looked up again in the darkness in front of him. At the end of about 30 meters in front of him was the elevator and exit. The elevator was automatically ignored by Zhao Zhuo, and the exit door was open.

Zhao Zhuo stared at the door with an opening of less than a centimeter. Under the green vision, he saw nothing, but the haze in his heart was even thicker, which made him feel that the corridors around him were gloomy, and the black-haired monster who was constantly struggling under his feet scraped the sliding door. The voice is slow and harsh.

"What the hell are you?"

Zhao Zhuo sighed and muttered that he would not stop. The sinful samurai sword in his hand suddenly cut off his black-haired arm.

"Oh!"

The light of the knife flashed, the black blood splashed, and it was cut several times in a row. The black hair on the whole black hair arm was immediately cut down into a large area, and the black-red hard skin did not cause even a trace of stop of the sin samurai sword.

“...... Is this?"

Zhao Zhuo looked at the black-red twisted strange substance under the black-haired arm in consterling. Although there was black-red coagulation blood flowing out under the skin, Zhao Zhuo's mutant vision could still see that under the layer of rotten flesh on the surface, it was not full of the whole bone. What flesh and blood are instead of twisted thick black hair. These black hairs are entangled into a mass, and you can't see how much they are dense. The black hair is so dense that it has rushed out of the skin barrier and grows outside the flesh and blood. A drop of black blood drips from the sword to the black hair on the arm. On the top, the black hair suddenly trembled, and then suddenly bred crazily under Zhao Zhuo's stunned gaze. At the same time, an extremely disgusting feeling was constantly brewing around. Zhao Zhuo was forced to take a step back by this disgusting smell and looked forward with a pair of eyes wide, wanting to see Clear what this thing is.

The black disgusting black hair kept pouring out, but in just a few seconds, it actually covered the whole sliding door, and the black hair kept gushing, like a disgusting earthworm entangled together! The monster inside roared, and those black hairs seemed to have eyes and rushed in the direction of Zhao Zhuo!

"Damn it!"

Zhao Zhuo's face changed and his mind turned quickly, but in an eye, he already knew what situation he was facing at this time. This unprecedented monster could actually understand the situation around him without his eyes. The natural sin samurai knife suddenly stroked several times from his hand, and the black hair was in front of Zhao Zhuo. At a distance of one meter, he finally stopped and was cut down by the sword of Heavenly Sin, forming a large black disgusting sticky substance with a trace of mucus under his feet.

The black hair lasted for nearly a minute before it stopped, and the monster's cry also stopped and covered his mouth and nose. Zhao Zhuo stepped on the sticky black hair. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Zhao Zhuo didn't even see what the monster looked like and suffered such a reckless disaster, which was for Zhao Zhuo said that the depression in his heart was beyond resuming.

Kang open the sliding door hard. This door can withstand nearly 2,000 pounds of power, but this is not enough to surprise Zhao Zhuo. What really surprised him is not this, but something from behind the door. The sliding door is damaged, and what appeared inside suddenly surprised Zhao Zhuo. A mass of sticky black** appeared in front of him. At first, Zhao Zhuo thought it was just dark, but then he found that it was not that the environment was black, but the black hairs. Those black hairs completely occupied all the space. After the monster was trapped in the room, his body quickly This kind of black hair was produced. He knew how long he was trapped in it. These black hairs completely occupied the space and squeezed into no cracks.

"Sneer!"

The sin samurai knife suddenly scratched in the air, and the white bone tail behind him wrapped Zhao Zhuo. Zhao Zhuo walked into the black hair in front of him. He wanted to see what the monster was. These black hairs just looked disgusting but did not have any particularly powerful attack power.

At the moment he walked in, Zhao Zhuo seemed to have a feeling of entering the cave. This feeling was so strong that he had an illusion that his body was sticky, which seemed to be wrapped in countless maggots made Zhao Zhuo very sick.

The black hair is no longer conscious. They are just too many, which makes Zhao Zhuo relieved. If these black hairs are still conscious, such a room of black hair can hurt him even if he can't be killed. His skin defense is very confident, but Zhao Zhuo is very confident about his body. It is impossible to judge how big the internal defense is.

The Heavenly Sin Samurai Sword can't be used. It can only rely on the white bone tail to rotate quickly. The strength of this rotation was exerted to the extreme by Zhao Zhuo in the next few minutes. The inverted blade on the rapidly rotating white bone tail even made a slight change in the surrounding light, almost a centimeter outside the inverted blade. At a distance, there was a cyclone. The inverted blade did not cut the black hair, but the black hair broke by itself. Zhao Zhuo found this change. He was happy and knew that he was working in a right direction. Obviously, these cyclones would not have any effect now. Only when the black hair is fragile can it be cut. Broken. This is just a direction of development, and Zhao Zhuo does not expect to be able to use it now.

The black hair was cut for more than ten minutes before he felt something under his feet. Zhao Zhuo was relieved. He was not in a hurry to check it, but looked back. When he came, the door was shrouded in black hair again. There were not many black hairs, but those sticky The thick transparent mucus made Zhao Zhuo very uncomfortable, and he didn't want to look more.