The rise of the corpse king, starting with hundreds of millions of flesh and blood

Immediately, Lin Dong turned his head and gave orders to the tanks.

"I'll go out for a while, you guys take a good look at the house, it may not be peaceful recently."

"Don't worry, boss."

Tank laughed foolishly.

In the next moment, Lin Dong's figure gradually faded away, and soon disappeared into a distant street corner.

Looking at the direction in which he left, Tank couldn't help sighing a little. The boss just brought back a pile of food, and now he went out to hunt again, and his heart was full of emotion.

Hard working....

......

After Lin Dong left the territory, he entered a state of concealment, silently, like a ghost, walking through the messy streets without disturbing a single flower or grass.

After a while.

When he arrived at the museum area, he silently felt that something was wrong.

A gust of cold wind blew past, mixed with the smell of blood, and a dark cloud hung over the museum, as black as ink.The clouds were almost pressing on the roof, which made people feel very depressed.

'Boom! '

One after another silver snakes shuttled through the clouds, and there was the sound of rolling thunder.

Now the wind is getting stronger...

The whistling wind, howling ghosts and howling wolves blew across the city, rolling up dust all over the sky, and flying with plastic bags.

Lin Dongming stared forward.

The huge museum is like a dormant giant beast, with bloodstains around it and corpses of zombies scattered around. Everything is quiet, giving people a sense of death.

However, Lin Dong could sense that there were three living humans inside, and they were hiding around, exuding panic all over their bodies.

And the thing that threatened the three of them... Lin Dong couldn't perceive it for a while.

"It's strange, what the hell is it?"

He stepped forward and directly used the ability of the corpse domain to penetrate the wall.

Due to the hazy weather, the light in the museum is even more dim, and only when lightning flashes across the sky occasionally can it illuminate a piece.

Lin Dong glanced around.

There was a mess all around, broken glass, dried blood, and corpses, which had completely rotted into dry bones.

This is the trace left by the end of the day. There were a lot of people in the museum that day, and it was considered the hardest hit area.

From the bloody handprints scratched by humans on the wall, we can see how desperate it was...

Lin Dong continued to move forward, approaching the three living people.

Soon.

In a dark corridor, there appeared three panting and running.

"Go! I feel that thing is catching up!"

"Brother Bin, I think it just wants to consume us to death, like a cat playing with a mouse."

The person next to him frowned.

Jiang Wenbin comforted him.

"It's okay! My brother said, let's hold on, he will come to rescue us soon."

"When will Brother Cheng come?"

"It's probably... soon!"

Jiang Wenbin's ability to persevere until now is entirely due to the glimmer of hope in his heart.

But what he doesn't know is...

Jiang Wencheng is everywhere now, and has merged with zombies one by one.

The three quickly ran to the end of the corridor.

There was a room ahead, they had no choice but to push the door and enter.

The room is very large, [-] square meters, and it looks very empty. There are many paintings hanging on the walls, some of which fell on the ground, and the glass of the picture frame was broken, scattered and scattered everywhere.

"No way!"

A dark youth said.

"Shh-"

Jiang Wenbin made a silent gesture, "Shut up, let's hide."

"it is good."

The two friends agreed and shrank into a corner with their backs against the wall, giving them a great sense of security.

Little did they know that at this time Lin Dong was hiding in the wall behind them, looking down at the three of them.

However, he didn't intend to make a direct move.

Because it's easy to kill three people, and most importantly... what's lurking in the museum.

And he already felt it.

Ever since the three of them hid in this empty room, there was indeed an aura approaching, very ethereal, as if it was not a real entity.

"Really a ghost?"

In the doomsday, there are indeed many strange events that cannot be explained clearly, but I have never seen a real spirit ghost...

"Crack!"

At this moment, a bolt of lightning happened to cut through the sky, the light was dazzling, and the room was illuminated with snow.

Jiang Wenbin felt more and more uneasy, and his intuition told him that death was getting closer and closer to him.

So he took out his phone and sent the message again.

"Brother! Where are you? I'm at a loss!!!"

but.

After a long time, there was no response.

"Grass!"

Jiang Wenbin cursed secretly, but he trusted his brother very much in his heart. The two had depended on each other since childhood, and he would definitely come to save him... definitely!

Suddenly, a strange feeling came over my heart.

Jiang Wenbin raised his eyes.

He began to observe the paintings hanging on the wall, his eyes turned sharply, and he kept scanning. Finally, he found a painting that was extremely weird.

It seemed to be a portrait of a black man, the face was as black as coal, and the facial features could not be seen at all, except for the fangs growing in the mouth, and the eyes were full of fierceness, like a demon from hell.

"Hey, look, you two, isn't there something wrong with that black portrait?"

Jiang Wenbin quickly patted his partner beside him.

"Ok?"

The two looked surprised, and looked along the trend.

"Brother Bin, which one are you talking about?"

"Just the one in the middle!"

"Where is it? I didn't see it."

Both felt baffled.

Jiang Wenbin was anxious and couldn't help cursing.

"Stupid! Isn't this just..."

But halfway through his words, he turned his head to look, and was suddenly stunned, because the black portrait had really disappeared...

At this time, a person next to him said weakly.

"Brother Bin, you said the one in the middle is a window."

'Crack! '

Another bolt of lightning pierced through the air, illuminating the empty room brightly.

Jiang Wenbin saw clearly this time that the place where the portrait was originally hung was indeed a window!

That's not a painting, but something really looking at me.

"Fuck!"

At this moment, goose bumps all over his body, and a cool feeling from the soles of his feet to his scalp.

A strong sense of fear is about to suffocate him.

"I saw it...I saw him just now! Run!"

Jiang Wenbin ran towards the corridor like a madman.

"Ah? What did you see?"

The two companions didn't know what was going on.But seeing that he had already run away, and there was such a commotion, he had no choice but to run away with him.

but.

A black shadow came in through the crack of the window, and it has completely merged into the darkness, like the ghost from hell.

As the shadow flickered, it went straight to chase after the three of them.

And extremely fast.

In an instant, he caught up with the last person.

"Pfft!"

His ghostly claws, like burning black flames, penetrated the back of one person in an instant, and the warm blood shot out, splashing to the back of the head of Jiang Wenbin and the other person in front.

"what?"

The two of them were eager to come, and subconsciously looked back.

I saw a tall black shadow, its claws pierced the back of the companion's heart, and lifted it into the air.

The man was not dead yet, his legs were kicking indiscriminately, his eyes were bloodshot, he opened his mouth, and streams of blood spilled out.

"help me..."

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