Beiyin Great Sage

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.

The chaos in the forest finally subsided, and all the corpses that were biting people crazily fell down, and only a series of heavy breathing could be heard.

Zhou Jia was leaning against a big tree, covered in sweat and feeling weak. Even the pan in his hand was unable to hold and fell to the ground.

"brother!"

While he was resting, a dark figure came over and patted his shoulder with a big hand:

"It's amazing. You killed five or six corpses by yourself. The aura you got should be as good as a wolf-headed monster."

The person who came here was fat and wide, wearing casual clothes. He smiled and handed over a cigarette:

"Have one?"

"I'm not used to this." Zhou Jia waved his hand, turned around and sat on a raised tree root nearby:

"I don't know how to count, but it's definitely not as good as Brother Han. Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I don't know how many people would have died."

He felt grateful and a little admired.

Han Yonggui is the fat man who killed the three wolf-headed monsters before.

This time when faced with the mutated corpses, he also bore the brunt and attracted attention, knocking down a small group of corpses by himself.

At that time, this man was holding a stick in one hand and a car door that had been removed from somewhere with the other hand, and he was smashing the corpses randomly.

There were estimated to be ten corpses that fell in his hands.

If it hadn't been for him, I'm afraid there would have been chaos for a while.

"I'm also lucky, I've got some gains ahead of me." Han Yonggui took a cigarette in his mouth, and without forcing him to persuade him, he puffed out the smoke and said:

"It's a pity that I have come to this hellish place. Otherwise, if I had the strength, I would still be doing sales every day?"

"Why!"

"I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."

As he spoke, he patted the fat on his body.

He is 1.8 meters tall, but he doesn't look tall. The main reason is that he is too fat. He has gained weight from working in sales and eating and drinking for many years.

A weight of more than 200 kilograms is not an advantage in modern society, but here the chances of saving one's life are greatly increased.

Of course, his foundation is already good.

someone said,

The most powerful among domestic martial arts superstars is Sammo Hung. The reason is because of his weight. He is in a unique category.

It is not unreasonable that many generals in ancient times had general belly.

The two chatted for a few words, but then lost interest in talking. They looked at everyone in the venue crying and in a mess, looking a little confused and confused about the future.

This damn place!

"Fat man, Zhou Jia."

Huang Jinfu came over:

"Someone suggested that the injured person be separated separately. What do you think?"

"Separate?" Fatty Han was stunned:

"Why separate? Who suggested it?"

"President Guo over there." Huang Jinfu pointed to a somewhat stout middle-aged man in the distance and continued:

"Some people say that these corpses may be zombies in movies, and people who have been bitten may also mutate, so be careful."

"This isn't making a movie!" Fatty Han frowned subconsciously and glanced at the location of President Guo with displeasure in his eyes:

"He's the only one with a lot of shit."

"You can't say that." Huang Jinfu shook his head:

"Safety first."

"For safety reasons, I think these corpses should be burned first." Zhou Jia spoke from the side and pointed to the corpses on the ground:

"What if they come back to life again?"

No one knows why these corpses come to life. They can move even if they are dead. There is no guarantee that they will not wake up without their heads.

"Yes!" Huang Jinfu's face straightened:

"That's the truth."

After saying that, he arranged for people to collect the bodies and prepare to burn them.

He should be in a management position in the city, arrange people in an orderly manner, take the lead, and not be annoying.

After a while.

With the flames soaring into the sky, the remaining people stood up one after another. Under the light of the flames, they had different expressions of sadness, confusion, and pain.

In the end, everyone voted and decided to temporarily separate the injured from the uninjured.

Hong Jinfu found a red blanket, cut it into strips, and tied one to each of the injured people's arms.

At the same time, observe the situation at all times.

As soon as something changes...

We can only talk about it then.

…………

In the forest, cars were placed in a disorderly manner. The messy tire marks showed the chaos at that time, and many vine branches covered the car body.

Here, there is no difference between a luxury car worth more than one million yuan and a luxury car worth tens of thousands of yuan. They are all junk!

"Crack!"

Fatty Han removed the door panel from a car and handed it to Zhou Jia:

"If you are in danger, this thing should be stronger than the pan in your hand. Even those wolf-headed monsters can't scratch it."

"Take it!"

"Yeah." Zhou Jia nodded, reached out to take it, looked at the stick in the other person's hand, and asked curiously:

"Brother Han, where did this stick in your hand come from?"

The stick in the opponent's hand is about a little over a meter long. The part held by the hand is thin, and the other end is extremely thick, like a big pimple.

It looks substantial.

Especially the surface where you hold it is shiny, and where you hit it there are irregular bulges, it doesn't look like something you picked up casually.

"This thing." Fatty Han waved the stick in his hand and said:

"It was taken from a wolf-headed monster. Although it is inconspicuous, it is very hard and not heavy."

"Snatched?" Zhou Jia's expression changed.

"I know what you are thinking." Fatty Han was obviously an old smoker. He lit a cigarette with one hand and squinted his eyes while puffing out smoke:

"Those wolf-headed monsters may have...the ability to use tools, but since they eat people, they definitely can't be good."

Zhou Jia nodded silently.

He was just afraid that since he could make such a stick, could the wolf-headed monster make other things, or could he organize a tribe?

If this is the case, it will be troublesome again.

"That's right." Fatty Han interrupted his contemplation:

"Do you feel like you're on fire?"

"Burn yourself on fire?" Zhou Jia shook his head:

"what is that?"

"A kind of..." Fatty Han frowned, not knowing how to explain, so he could only gesture back and forth with one hand:

"How should I put it? It's a... a feeling of suddenly becoming stronger and breaking some... limit, just like this!"

As he spoke, he suddenly punched the longitudinal beam of the car beside him.

"Peng!"

There was a muffled sound, and the hard longitudinal beam was dented by his punch.

You know, this place is one of the hardest parts of the car, mainly to prevent accidental collisions. This is a domestically produced car and is full of materials.

"hiss……"

Fatty Han gritted his teeth and rubbed his fists:

"Good guy, it seems that the fist is not strong enough."

Zhou Jia was a little stunned. If this punch landed on someone, it would probably punch right through the person's stomach!

"Don't be envious."

Fatty Han recovered, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"You should be almost done. Kill one or two more wolf-headed monsters. Once you have that burning feeling, you can do it."

"More than just strength..."

"At that time, the fighting ability and speed will be improved by a leap. If you put it in our place, you can become a top boxer without training."

"If I didn't use weapons, I would have no problem dealing with ordinary people now. One person could fight ten of them!"

Although he came to this strange world and was full of confusion about the future, the real strength in his body still made Fatty Han excited.

Zhou Jia didn't get much rest that whole day and night, his spirit was tense all the time, and he still didn't know how much he had changed.

Now.

Fatty Han's performance finally made him realize something.

He clenched his fists with both hands, and a sense of power burst out from his muscles and spread throughout his body in an instant, deforming the handshake of the pan.

This kind of power...

Although he can't compare to his opponent, he can still kill someone with one punch!

"Fat man, Zhou Jia." From a distance, Huang Jinfu greeted:

"Come here and discuss what to do next?"