The waste is going to strike back

Mu Xin shook his head. "Wang Jia and the others seemed to be chasing something, but that thing was too fast, so I couldn't see clearly what it was."

"Could it be a high-level zombie?" Deng Miao suddenly said.

"That's a possibility." Mu Xin thought for a moment and said.

Logically speaking, the higher the level of the zombie, the faster it is. If that afterimage is really a high-level zombie, then there must be a crystal core in the brain of this zombie. In this case, Wang Jia and the others will naturally chase it.

High-level zombies can gather low-level zombies by roaring. If that’s the case... then they will be able to find those large groups of zombies very quickly.

Yan Shaohui immediately decided to follow Wang Jia and the others to look for zombies and see what they could find.

Everyone got in the car and followed the tire tracks of Wang Jia and his friends.

We followed the tire tracks all the way and finally saw Wang Jia and his car near the hospital.

In order to avoid being seen by Wang Jia and his group, they parked their cars in a parking lot, disguised them as abandoned cars, and then the ten people came to the glass door of the hospital.

The glass door was mottled with dark brown blood stains, but one could still vaguely see through the glass door that the empty hospital was filled with gray dust, except for various discarded medical tools and some other garbage.

"Go inside later and remember not to get lost. Don't panic if you encounter zombies," Yan Shaohui reminded.

Everyone nodded. Except for him and Mu Xin who were holding ancient weapons, everyone else was holding a pistol in their hands, looking ready for battle.

Mu Xin heard someone taking deep breaths nervously. He looked and saw it was Deng Miao.

Mu Xin walked up to Deng Miao and whispered, "Follow me closely later." Then he handed a pistol from his waist to Deng Miao.

Looking at the pistol in Mu Xin's hand, Deng Miao was still very moved.

"Thank you." This was Deng Miao's first time on a mission with the team. Although she was a member of the team, she had never been out of the barracks. It was her first time facing zombies, and as a girl, Deng Miao was still a little scared.

But I didn't expect that Mu Xin would notice my little thought.

He is such a careful person, Deng Miao thought to himself.

Ten people walking together would make them too conspicuous, so they split into two teams and entered the hospital from the left and right.

As soon as you enter the hospital, what catches your eye are the yellowed walls and half-peeled wallpaper. Stretchers, wheelchairs and other things are scattered on the ground, and there are traces of liquid splashing in some places.

Of course, there are more than these. There are bloodstains everywhere, covering the walls, the ground, the tables and chairs. Because so much time has passed, most of these bloodstains have turned dark brown.

The bloody handprints on the walls told of those people's final struggles, and the pieces of meat on the ground were dried by the wind and turned into hard black or brown pieces.

It is not difficult to imagine what kind of massacre this place has experienced in the past.

As a doctor, Deng Miao's stomach began to churn just by smelling the strong smell of blood and rotten meat, but she still tried to hold it in.

Lie Ying beside her couldn't bear to see Deng Miao drunk like this, so she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and let Deng Miao cover his mouth and nose as a mask to block out the pungent smell.

Song Ziwen frowned, his voice became a little strange because his nose was pinched, "Where are Wang Jia and the others?"

Before Mu Xin could use his dark ability to detect, gunshots were heard at an entrance.

Gray Pigeon immediately ran there, walked to the entrance and looked inside cautiously, and his expression changed immediately.

"What's wrong?" Yan Shaohui frowned.

"Someone died." Hui Ge turned to Yan Shaohui and said.

"How did he die?" Mu Xin asked.

Gray Pigeon walked up to the team members and pointed at their faces:

"A piece of flesh was bitten off his face. It looks like a zombie did it."

"This zombie is too cruel!" Shang Junming made a terrified expression, "Does it still have any humanity?"

Feng Chaoshang snorted, "Zombies are not human beings. How can you expect them to have any humanity?"

Shang Junming was so angry that he couldn't say a word. He turned his head and ignored Feng Chaoshang.

Mu Xin looked up at the layout of the hospital. There were three floors above his head. In general hospitals, there should also be a morgue, so there must be at least one floor underground.

It seems that it is difficult to find these elusive zombies.

Mu Xin was thinking about something when he saw Yan Shaohui throwing a thunder ball towards the entrance that Hui Ge had been to before.

The lightning ball hit a trembling zombie that had just walked out of the entrance. The zombie's face, which had lost half of its cheek, became distorted due to the lightning strike. It opened its mouth and roared in pain. The shrill sound lingered in the hospital, which was comparable to a devil's sound.

Seeing that one thunder ball failed to kill the zombie, Yan Shaohui threw two more. This time, the zombie hit by the thunder ball was completely turned into a charred corpse that was still smoking.

"Don't let your guard down." Yan Shaohui withdrew his hand and said lightly.

Obviously, the majority of people who had a piece of flesh bitten off their face by zombies were the latter.

Becoming a zombie or being completely eaten by zombies is the fate of most people who do not escape. Even if Mu Xin is reborn, he cannot change this first rule in a world rampant with zombies.

"Since there are zombies hiding in the hospital, you must be careful. If anything happens or you get separated, use the walkie-talkies in your hands to notify the team members in other places. Do you understand?" Yan Shaohui looked around, not daring to relax at all.

"Shaohui, I will lead one team and you lead another team and we will act separately." Mu Xin said.

Yan Shaohui nodded, and then began to divide the remaining eight people into two teams, with him and Mu Xin leading one team each.

Although Yan Shaohui knew that Mu Xin had been through many battles, he still couldn't help but worry. He hugged Mu Xin in his arms and whispered in his ear: "Be careful."

Mu Xin smiled faintly, "You too."

"it is good."

Yan Shaohui reached out and stroked Mu Xin's hair, then stepped back and said to everyone:

"No matter what happens, gather here in three hours. Don't fight against high-level zombies. Do you understand?"

Everyone said in unison: "Understood!"

"Okay! Split up!"

Then Yan Shaohui, carrying the Longyan ancient sword on his back, led Hui Ge, Lie Ying, Song Ziwen and Feng Chaoshang away from a fork in the road.

Mu Xin pointed to the intersection opposite to the one Yan Shaohui and the others were walking on, and said, "Let's go from here."

Just as the five of them were about to leave, Shalai suddenly spoke up, "Hide!"