Doomsday Armored Vehicle, get unlimited ammunition at the start

The ghost master ate a few bites of zombie meat, and soon it was tasteless.

Because eating human flesh is addictive.

The survivors were not ghouls at first, but ogres, and they ate all the other survivors in the vicinity.

Later, he began to eat his own people.

At this time, it was found that it was completely impossible to swallow, because there would be physiological rejection.

Everyone is an ogre.

There is no longer the beauty of food, in order to survive, they can only retreat to eat zombies.

Gradually, the ghost master's body began to change.

He found that his consciousness could actually communicate with zombies, to be precise, to induce zombies, according to his spiritual instructions to complete some simple things.

Such as not attacking yourself.

Or attack others.

However, you can't do difficult behaviors, such as using weapons or fighting skills.

Because zombies themselves have no intelligence.

Just act by instinct.

Their nerves do not have the ability to instruct muscles to do more complex activities, even if the ghost master induces it with consciousness.

Despite this, the ghost master was also very excited.

He thinks it's his own power, a special ability that others don't have.

And he can use this ability to easily capture zombies.

That's where the food comes from.

Therefore, the prestige of the ghost master in the organization is getting higher and higher, but as everyone continues to eat zombies, more and more people begin to have this ability.

They all have the ability to induce and control zombies.

Fortunately, there are strong and weak abilities.

Some people can control up to two zombies at the same time, and some people can control more than a dozen zombies.

These ghouls gradually realized.

Being able to induce and control zombies may not be an evolved ability, but an ability obtained by eating more zombies.

Other words.

Every ghoul has a hope of becoming a corpse catcher, that is, someone who can enslave and drive away zombies.

Fortunately, the ability of the ghost master is still the strongest.

He can control nearly a hundred zombies at the same time, so even if others have this ability, they still can't shake the status of the ghost master.

He was always the leader of this ghoul organization.

At this moment, a ghoul ran back excitedly: "Ghost master, there is a car driving towards the highway." "

"It's been stopped by the corpse chasers."

Hearing this, the ghost master's eyes immediately lit up, and the zombie arm in his hand was not fragrant.

He dropped the gnawed zombie arm.

"Go, follow me to see."

More than two hundred ghouls immediately took up arms and ran towards the highway.

The mine is close to the highway.

The purpose of this group of ghouls here was originally to wait for the passing convoy in the Beijing District, so it was not far from the highway.

In less than ten minutes, you can see off-road vehicles stranded on the side of the highway.

Nearly a hundred zombies, surrounded by off-road vehicles.

The equipment of the off-road vehicle is reinforced with explosion-proof protection, no matter how the zombies attack, they can never break the explosion-proof protection.

And from beginning to end, the people in the car did not shoot outside.

Explain that they do not have guns.

That's easy to do.

The ghost master brought people to the side of the off-road vehicle, nearly a hundred zombies automatically scattered, and the ghost master saw the people sitting inside through the windshield.

Three men, one woman.

At this time, they all showed a panicked expression.

The ghost master split his lips, revealing Senran's teeth, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

He beckoned.

The ghouls in the back immediately surrounded and pried open the explosion-proof net with a crowbar, and then a dozen zombies smashed all the glass of the off-road vehicle.

"Don't."

"Let us go, help."

"Cao Nima!"

"Dog-sung ghouls, your ancestors!"

Frightened screams came from the buggy, and the zombies crawled in to grab the four survivors and drag them out one by one.

These zombies were all enslaved by corpse exorcists.

Before you get an order, you won't bite indiscriminately.

The ghost master took a turn and smashed the four survivors one by one.

"Drag it back!"

A group of people dragged the four survivors and began to walk in the direction of the mine.

The ghost master went into the off-road vehicle. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Then he took out the luggage of these people and rummaged through them, which were basically useless, with three sealed loaves of bread and two bottles of pure water.

The ghost took a bite of the bread.

Can't eat it at all.

Since eating human flesh and zombies, I have no interest in human food at all.

This made him a little worried.

If you blend into the Beijing district convoy and distribute food when the time comes, everyone else will eat very fragrantly, and the people on their own side will not be able to eat it, and I am afraid that they will show their stuffing at that time.

Ghost Master thought while opening the trunk.

Except for a few spare machetes, there were only some clothes left, which meant little to him.

But at this time, he also thought of a perfect solution.

Mixing into the Beijing convoy is obviously irrational.

It's better to keep tailing the convoy, anyway, you can control the zombies, and let the zombies sneak up on the convoy in the evening.

If it dies, drag it back.

As long as the speed is fast enough, before the corpse poison spreads, cut off the bite part, and other parts can still be eaten.

After making up his mind, the ghost master led the people back.

Gradually.

It was getting dark.

Fires rose in the clearing outside the mine, and after the end of the world there was nothing else, firewood was everywhere.

At this time, a comatose survivor woke up in a trance.

At a glance, I saw the ghost master next to the fire, there were about twenty people, eating a meal around the fire.

On the ground nearby, there are still many corpses of zombies.

Most were dismembered.

Some were gnawed into bone shelves.

The survivors were well aware that the group was ghouls, and they had seen it before.

Only I didn't expect that this time it fell into the hands of ghouls.

These bastards are not people.

The survivors wanted to move, but found themselves tied up.

"Let me go, I am willing to be your subordinate, you can do whatever you let me do."

"Just don't let me eat zombies."

While eating the meat, the ghost master raised his head and glared at the survivors with beast-like eyes.

He thought about it, then got up and went to the survivors.

"Be my subordinate, what do you eat if you don't eat zombies?"

"Besides, even if I release you, can you still leave?"

When the ghost master spoke, he stared at the ground, and the survivors also followed his gaze, and suddenly saw a creepy scene.

"My legs."

"What about my legs?"

The survivor shouted in horror, he looked at the meat in the ghost master's hand, and then at the meat roasted by the fire in the distance, and immediately understood.

"Ah-"

"My legs, kill me, kill me!"

The survivors know that they are dead, and now they just want to get rid quickly.

Ghost Master smiled.

"Kill you?"

"You'll rot and stink in less than a night, and I don't want the food you can't get so hard to get rotten so quickly."

"You can't die yet."

"I have used fire to spark the scab where you broke your leg to stop the bleeding and ensure that you will not lose too much blood and die."

"Enjoy your last few days."

The ghost master's voice was low and hoarse, like a rag stuck in his throat.

When he laughed, it was like the wind was blowing the rag.

The survivors who had just woken up were frightened and fainted on the spot....