182: C182 Fengshan

C182 Fengshan

"Puchi!" "Pu ci!"

Just as the person turned around, his mind was still not clear, but a silver light flashed before his eyes. He wanted to shout out loud, but he found that he could no longer make a sound.

"Ho, ho ~"

The moment he turned around, Wei Ping and Shen Hee quickly pulled out their sabers. Shen Hee's sabre slid directly into his throat, while Wei Ping directly stabbed his sabre into Shen Hee's heart.

"Guzi!"

When Wei Ping pulled out the sabre, the person had completely lost his life. His eyes rolled up, as if Wei Ping had drained all of his strength in one slash, and he fell backwards powerlessly.

Shen Hee reacted quickly and immediately took a few steps forward. He extended his hand to support the body that had collapsed and slowly placed it on the floor.

"Well done."

Wang Yi looked at the two people walking over and praised them sincerely. Even though he lowered his voice, it was not hard to hear Wang Yi's sincerity.

The two of them silently nodded their heads, and did not say anything more. Although it seemed as if they had easily taken care of the man, at that time, the two of them felt their heads grow hot, and the act of holding the corpse out with their blades was done subconsciously. When they finally reacted, they were unavoidably annoyed in their hearts, as this was their first time killing someone, so it would not be as easy as swatting a fly to death.

Wang Yi could also see that, but this wasn't the time to be conflicted. If he couldn't think straight, then he would slowly think that he would get used to it sooner or later.

"One for each of us, move your hands and feet!"

After giving some instructions, Wang Yi led the way into the room. There was quite a bit of noise just now, but fortunately, the six people in the room didn't wake up from their deep sleep.

In fact, these six people were just ordinary criminals. They might be twisted, but they were normal people after all. They weren't like Wang Yi. Even if they were in a deep sleep, as long as there was an abnormality, they could react quickly.

The few of them walked into the room quietly, and even their breathing slowed down a little. Lin Feng shone his flashlight on the ceiling and then a dim light shone. Everyone looked at the six sleeping shadows on the shared bed.

The six of them did not have any sense of wariness, all of them stripped down to a pair of blue underwear that was distributed uniformly in the prison and was the same style as the army.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

With intermittent snores, Wang Yi and the other six separated and stood in a neat row in front of the shared house.

"Sssii!"

The sound of daggers being unsheathed sounded. Wang Yi and the others were already prepared. Each of them pointed their daggers at the people sleeping soundly in front of them.

The cold dagger was pointed lightly at the neck of the person in front of him. Lee Weiping raised his other hand slightly and would immediately stab the dagger into that person's neck when Wang Yi gave his order.

Lee Weiping remembered this person. Even though it was dark, Lee Weiping could still see this person's face.

Because this person was the one who killed one of Lee Weiping's soldiers.

Wang Yi looked around and saw that everyone was ready. Without a shred of pity in his heart, he ordered in a deep voice.

"Attack!"

The moment the order was given, the scene in the room seemed to go from frame to frame, as if someone was manipulating it. The few of them quickly covered the sound of the sleeping man's mouth with their hands, and the snoring sound suddenly stopped!

"Puchi puchi!"

A series of sounds rang out. No more, no less, just six!

"Tsssssssssss!"

Blood sprayed out in an instant!

The roof! A window! The palm that was covering his lips!1

The thick smell of blood assaulted his nose. Wang Yi's expression was calm as he wiped the blood-stained dagger in his hand on the body of the gradually chilled person.

"Take the gun and retreat!"

Under the cover of the darkness, they disappeared into the endless dark night like ghosts. Besides the stench of blood in the room and the six cold corpses lying on the bed, no one knew that death had passed by them tonight.

The next morning, just as dawn was about to break, the first ray of sunlight shone through the window that had been welded shut by steel bars and into the room.

Feng Shan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the worn-out clock on the wall.

"It's already 7. I should be cooking."

Feng Shan mumbled to himself. He lifted up the blanket covering his body and slowly put on his clothes. Then, he wanted to push open the door and go out.

Feng Shan, one of Triangular Eye's men, was different from the others. Feng Shan did not have to pick up his gun to fight zombies, his mission was to cook.

Feng Shan, who was a chef before, had been in the society for two years. After accumulating some savings, he returned to his hometown and came to a small restaurant.

But who knows, when you want one way of life, God will give you another.

Feng Shan had killed someone.

Due to the fierce competition among his peers, Feng Shan, a thirty year old man, was forced to pick up his kitchen knife and rushed into the neighboring restaurant. Under the frightened gazes of his wife and children, he was killed.

Feng Shan was sentenced to life imprisonment and was going to spend the rest of his life in prison. Feng Shan regretted it, but what could he do? The blade swung out. The person was already dead.

After the incident, he asked Feng Shan how many times he had slashed, but Feng Shan said he didn't remember clearly. He only remembered that day, in that clean and tidy restaurant, the white floor tiles were dyed red with blood, and the air that should have been filled with the fragrance of food was replaced with blood.

After Feng Shan was locked up in this prison, he thought that he would live on like this in the future, but who knew that the heavens would joke with him again.

The apocalypse had come and his fellow prisoner turned into a zombie. Feng Shan was very lucky. At that time, there was a prison guard patrolling his room and saved Feng Shan.

The room was filled with broken corpses, which reminded Feng Shan of the man he killed. They were all similar, corpses, and the smell of blood.

Later on, the guard who saved Feng Shan was killed by Triangular Eye. Although Feng Shan felt that it wasn't appropriate, he didn't show it. After all, Triangular Eye and himself were on the same side.

Triangular Eye occupied the building and stole a lot of food. As Triangular Eye's subordinate, Feng Shan was the only person who was a chef before he went to jail. Thus, it was natural for him to start his old business.

Although it was tiring, he didn't have to face zombies and bloody corpses. This was what Feng Shan wanted.

In the room, Feng Shan was still thinking, today's breakfast, should it be porridge, porridge, or porridge?

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. It's still the same."

After muttering to himself, Feng Shan pushed open the door and walked out. However, the moment he pushed the door open, a strange smell suddenly entered Feng Shan's nose.

"Hmm?"

The smell in the air made Feng Shan frown slightly.

"What's going on?"

This smell reminded Feng Shan of that restaurant that was covered in blood.

But this was not a restaurant, but a prison. The zombies had all been killed, so how could there be such a smell?

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