Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Is this... the start of the next world?

Three worlds in a row without interruption?

Ge Xiu frowned, sat up, and turned his head to look at the whole room.

His gaze flicked over the broken tables and chairs piled up scattered on the ground, the flies buzzing and circling in the darkness, and finally landed on the rotting and smelly corpse leaning against the foot of the bed.

The man had obviously been dead for a long time, the thick black visceral rotting water dripped down the open belly onto the wet ground, and there was a black hole of blood on the back of his head.

A pitch-black gun was clutched in the pale green fingers hanging on the ground.

This time, Gexiu still didn't hear the familiar system prompt sounding in his ears.

Same as last world.

He bent down, picked up the gun from between the corpse's stiff fingers, and jolted it slightly.

The straight metal of the line board fell heavily between the fingers, carrying a cold and unkind taste.

Gexiu thought for a while, lowered his head, and looked at the dark and cold barrel in his hand for a while, then deftly opened the clip with his fingers, and the sound of metal clicking sounded in the empty room.

A yellow bullet fell into his palm.

Only one left.

What happened to make the man in this room so desperate that he chose to use this gun to kill himself? .

He walked to the window, stretched out his hand to open the dirty blackout curtain, and looked down through the glass covered with blurred fingerprints.

The field of view is very narrow.

It can be seen that the streets below are empty, as if the whole city has fallen into a deathly silence, and only the whistling wind can be heard whistling past the lifeless tall buildings, shaking the windows that are not very stable in front of them. .

Vehicles overturned on deserted roads and smoke rose from defunct engines.

Broken stones, broken glass, and old newspapers were scattered on the ground, exuding a strong ominous atmosphere.

Gosho narrowed his eyes.

He retreated from the window, loaded the only gun in his hand, and then walked towards the door.

The door was half closed.

It slides away silently with just a light push.

The turbid and strong stench rushed over in an instant.

Outside the door was a narrow staircase. The lower part of the stairs was blocked by piles of broken furniture, while the upper part was shrouded in thick darkness.

The light tubes on the ceiling swayed in mid-air by wires, emitting weak and intermittent lights, illuminating the blackened half-frozen blood on the dirty walls and countless messy and crazy bloody handprints.

There was a faint and subtle sound above his head.

Ge Xiu looked up at the stairs extending upwards, and walked towards the direction of the sound.

Upstairs was exactly the same pattern, the only difference was that sticky and smelly blood spread from under the closed door, dripping down the edge of the stairs, forming small pools of blood.

He rubbed his fingertips lightly, and the sticky and cold touch of the drop of blood hadn't dissipated yet.

——It should have infiltrated downstairs from this room.

Ge Xiu took a few steps forward and looked at the closed door with the help of the dim light.

The door was locked from the outside, but the key was still in the lock, as if someone had forgotten to remove it in a panic.

The half-folded latch barred the door, and the hard metal was bent and deformed, and it was also covered with blood.

The small sound became more and more obvious.

Ge Xiu raised his hand to remove the latch, held the key, and turned it slowly.

The slight sound of metal friction and collision is particularly clear in the dark.

- The door opened.

The moment the door slid open, with the smelly air gushing out, a distorted figure rushed out quickly, rushing menacingly towards the unsuspecting figure at the door, and was about to hit him— —!

"Bang!"

There was a dull knocking sound, and the figure suddenly fell backwards.

Ge Xiu had no expression on his face. Holding the metal latch in his hand, he walked into the room.

The figure slowly got up again.

Only then did Gexiu clearly see the appearance of "him".

The man in front of him was wearing crumpled home clothes, the clothes were stained with dried black blood, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, his skin was gray, a piece of skin on his face was torn off, exposing the dark red fascia underneath, Teeth bared in the dark hollows of the cheeks.

He stood up staggeringly, with a beast-like roar from his throat, and a look of hunger, thirst and greed in his cloudy eyes.

The man's limbs seemed stiff, but they moved unexpectedly quickly.

Gosho had already made preparations.

He swung the metal latch in his hand again, and knocked the man who was rushing towards him to the ground again.

The sunken part of the half-folded door latch happened to be stuck on the man's throat. He struggled, making a hollow sound of "drinking" in his throat, grasping the door latch with dirty and bloody hands, his eyes locked on Ge In Xiu's figure, there was nothing in his eyes other than primitive appetite.

Gosho frowned.

Compared with a living person, he is more like a corpse that can move.

Ge Xiu made a decisive decision, stepped on the man's chest with his foot, and stuck him in the gap between the ground and the wall with his ingenuity.

He picked up the bent metal bar, turned it over with one hand, aimed the sharp point at the gap between the ribs, and then applied downward force, slowly sending the weapon in his hand into the "man"'s heart.

There was a sizzling sound of flesh and blood breaking open, and the tip was quickly inserted to the bottom.

However, unexpectedly, the man is still alive.

He struggled on the soles of Gosho's feet, tried to lower his head, and bit the toe of Gosho's boots.

Gosho was a little surprised.

His eyes lit up, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a gleam of interest, like a fleeting spark, quickly flashed across the dark eyes.

——Gosho quickly put his ideas into practice.

He first used the terrain to fix the man, then reached out and pulled the torn sheet covered with dark blood on the bed beside him, and tied him up while ensuring that the man could not touch him.

Gexiu went to the kitchen, picked out a knife that was handy, and hurried back.

He stared at the struggling man with bulging eyes in front of him, and said empathetically, "If it hurts, just talk."

Bright light flashed on the blade, and the tip of the blade cleanly penetrated into the joints between the bones, skillfully cutting off the meridian and the flesh connected with it, but in just a short time, the limbs were already separated, and the thick black blood flowed from the cross section It flowed out slowly, deposited a small piece on the ground, and then stopped flowing.

A suffocating rancid smell spread in the small room, strong and disgusting.

However, Gexiu seemed to have been used to this unpleasant smell for a long time. His face was normal, but when his eyes touched the blood on the ground, he frowned slightly.

This is a dead limb.

In addition, he is still alive after inserting a sharp object into his heart—I'm afraid its blood circulation system has already stopped working.

Not only was the man dead long ago, he had probably been dead for several months.

That being the case, he has no worries about doing it.

Gexiu moved his neck, moved his stiff shoulders, and then stepped closer.

He cut open the stomach of "it", took out the greasy and smelly organs, cut off the spine section by section, and observed whether his doing so would cause damage to "it"—in the end, "it" "Below the shoulders, only the white and empty ribs and the muddy and rotten limbs remained.

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, slit its throat with the blade, cut off the throat, and the blade continued to go deep, cutting off the cervical vertebrae precisely.

Now, all it has left is its head.

But on the remaining head, the eyes covered with a layer of shadows are still slowly turning, the lower jaw keeps opening and closing, and the dark blood bubbles gushes out from the bottom of the head.

Gosho turned his palms.

"Push."

The blade was inserted straight between the eyebrows and sank into the skull.

Now, it finally stopped moving.

This is a monster that can only be killed by destroying the brain. Of course, if the limbs are removed from the central nervous system, its attack power can also be reduced or even eliminated.

Gexiu stood on a messy ground, with rotting organs and limbs trampled under his feet, a little black blood was splashed on his pale cheeks, like some kind of ominous omen.

He stared at the limbs, torso, and detached corpse on the ground, lost in thought.

Therefore, this world should be occupied by this kind of monster, so the street outside is such a desolate and desolate scene.

However, based on the attacking power of the monster in front of him, it may be difficult to bring human civilization to the brink of collapse and social order disappear—then, what is presented to him may only be the tip of the iceberg.

Gosho turned his neck.

The soreness in the shoulder is becoming more and more impossible to ignore.

He reached out and touched the back of his neck, and a feeling between numbness and tingling spread.

Ge Xiu withdrew his hand, and a little sticky, dark red blood was stained on his fingertips.

He was slightly startled, as if thinking of something, turned around and walked quickly towards the bathroom.

The layout of the room here is exactly the same as downstairs, the bathroom is as dirty as the outside, filled with a stench, a mutilated body that was bitten fell to the ground, its head seemed to be smashed heavily The ground is sunken, it's already dead

Gosho stepped over the corpse and came to the cracked mirror.

He turned sideways, reached out and pulled off his collar, and looked into the mirror.

At the back of his neck, a whole piece of flesh was torn off abruptly, and the sharp tooth marks on it looked a bit shocking.

This bite mark has obviously been there for a while, and the surrounding flesh and blood have shown a semi-solidified state.

It should have been caused before Gexiu woke up.

The surrounding clothes were stained black by the dried blood, and on the pale skin next to the bite marks, a strange black-purple color spread like a spider web, turning his entire shoulder blades into a sickly blue-black color.

But it doesn't hurt very much.

Just hemp.

Especially for a person like Gexiu who has long been accustomed to pain and has a very high threshold, this level is almost undetectable—otherwise he would have noticed it the first time he woke up.

- It's contagious.

And he was infected before he woke up.

A feeling of dizziness came.

Ge Xiu's eyes went dark, and he had to raise his hands to support the edge of the cold sink, and his knuckles turned blue and white with force, so that he could barely support himself from falling to the ground.

——This time... it was too bad.

A vague thought flashed through his mind.

Finally, Gexiu couldn't hold it anymore, leaned against the sink, slid down slowly, and sat on the ground.

With a clang, the pitch-black gun hit the ground.

...and the last bullet.

Ge Xiu was slightly taken aback.

He squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky—is that what you guys thought?

suicide?

——Although he doesn't know these two worlds, what are those people outside planning.

But want him to follow their plan?

dream.

Ge Xiu raised the corners of his lips silently, leaned against the cold sink behind him, and closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: Zombie: I just regret it.

It would be nice to make some noise later.