Chapter 719: Fear of the Walking Dead (Part 1)

"Ok?"
Gogu groaned in confusion, slowing down the speed of the motorcycle.
The headlights reflected a moving figure in the distance, as if a part of the darkness flowed into the coverage of the cone of light. Although his thinking insisted that it was not a real threat, he checked the ammunition out of caution.
The red blitzkrieg has swept the entire lower city, more than 70% of the buildings are burning, and the boys are hunting for anything that is not green. This is a very interesting hunt.
Gogu left the war alone, and for him the war was over. He wanted to make a circle around the city-he would repeat this move every time he went to a new place, just to find a way to explode in the future. The "track" of the tire race.
In the west of the city, he found a very smooth and flat place-the Great Cemetery of Salt Lake City.
When he first arrived at the cemetery, he unexpectedly discovered that it had a quiet building in addition to a large number of lawns and tombstones, unlike the overly fancy stone warehouses he had seen before.
It is very tall and well proportioned. The elaborate colonnade supports thinner and thinner spires. All the female statues on the pillars are religiously looking down at the iconostasis of the living beings under the eaves.
The surface of the entire building is covered with white marble slabs, which emits a faint light under the dim fire reflection, giving it an extremely ethereal feeling, which is completely in line with its eerie purpose.
In the dark, Gogu could recognize the large number of smaller tombs surrounding it, which was less fancy, like a group of burying his head underground, and the scene in front of him seriously exacerbated his heart. That kind of ridiculousness—Ok never had the habit of burying, he doesn’t
Know what these little stones are for.
But it doesn't matter, until tomorrow it will be razed to the ground and become a place for kids to play violent motorcycle competitions.
The only thing he didn’t know was that most of the people buried in it were only recently buried—
"Bypass those stones."
Gogu intends to look at it again. His technical deputy fart Jing followed the instructions and guided the motorcycle to a big bend with a light to bypass the unlucky burial place.
The drag racing boss stared at the surrounding darkness with wide eyes, hoping to capture the figure just now, but still didn't see anything.
Then he suddenly turned around and drove back to the cemetery.
"In front is the pool."
He said that although it was only a small trouble, he did not pay a large amount of teeth to pay for motorcycle repairs after the war.
"Turn the light over there, we will change direction."
As the headlights moved, Gogu turned and looked at the cemetery from the right.
The night in that direction seemed even darker, and the fire in the city was covered by a solid embankment made of plants, as faintly as a thundercloud floating low on the horizon.
The driveway leading to the other gate was quite close to here, but he had to cross a graveyard in front of him to get there, and this meant that he had to slow down. Gogu didn’t like moving at low speeds, but still In that sentence, the maintenance cost of this motorcycle is too high, even if he
Already a boss, I don't want to spend this money in vain.
"Strange--"
Gogu didn't feel any movement around him, so he pressed the trigger of the front of the car with his thumb, and then held the grip tightly, ready to fire.
"Turn the lights on."
The cemetery is so strangely quiet that the battlefield is full of artillery fire outside, but the air here seems to be frozen for a moment, not even the insects.
Gogu's instinct told him that this was very, very wrong.
The fart in the car followed the instructions, and the entire motorcycle lit up like a star in the dark night sky, and at the same time the tone of the roar of the engine dropped octave.
The motorcycle slowed down and began to approach the low, huddled auxiliary tombs at a more steady speed, and the strong light from the headlights of the car showed all the details of the forward path.
Some of the tombs have little damage, indicating that the living still remembers the owners of the tombs, while others are wrapped in a layer of green clothes made of moss and climbing plants. These nasty things climbed over the tombstone and broke Unbearable religious icons almost destroyed them in the worst case.
"Ouch! What a thing!"
Suddenly, the front of the car was raised sharply. Because he failed to turn, the motorcycle directly hit the spacious and solemn tomb on the road from the side.
The overweight motorcycle crashed the pouring concrete, and the wreckage was scattered everywhere. Fortunately, in the process, they did not hit Gogu’s head, but instead smashed the fart to cry and howl.
Gogu tilted his head and glanced, and found that a rather rough little angel fell to the ground and was crushed by the front wheel of the motorcycle.
"Fortunately, it was downshifted."
Gogu wiped off the worst dust and pigeon droppings on the top of his hat, and the side wall behind him fell down like a drunk who couldn't be bothered, startling him.
He had thought that the whole building was going to be a ruin, but it was still standing there reluctantly, but Gogu didn't want to guess how long it could stand without certainty.
Accompanied by the harsh sound of the transmission, the motorcycle slowed down to the speed of walking, and drove through the open space between the monuments.
At first, it seemed that the war did not affect this small village made of graves. At least this road did not see the ruined scene after the war, but after a while, Gogu recognized that the tombs passing by the car were affected. Signs of damage.
The tomb door was barely hung on the hinge, and as the night wind swayed gently, the farts in the car apparently discovered this too-they were either making a lot of noise or spitting, The disgust of this is clearly shown~EbookFREE.me~We haven't stolen it yet! "
That tone is exactly the same as they are used to.
"I Xunsi seems to be opened from inside."
Gogu carefully inspected the next mausoleum from a safe location as far as possible. As far as the current situation can be seen, those places are more like being broken from the inside than when someone enters from the outside.
"Boss, there must be something good in those short houses. Some thieves stole it first!!! Damn!"
The fart’s guess is not wrong. The Benedict Empire has always had the customs of thick burial. A large number of rich and powerful people seem to think that if they cannot be taken away, they must at least keep them in their last residence. They are in the decoration And wasting a lot of money on antique artwork
Their final resting place looks as much as possible as a boudoir of a high-class prostitute.
But Gugusi didn't care about those treasures, because something more abrupt appeared.
A lifeless man appeared in front of the headlights, watching them silently, as if he had been given some kind of hypnosis.
He had no doubt about the fact that it was a shrimp, but there were a lot of marks on his body that were damaged by teeth and nails. Under the illumination of the luminous body, he was clearly seen in his eyes, and there were several wounded muscles. Bite or tear off, the bone is exposed directly.
This frantic attack not only took his life away, but also made his clothes tattered, but through the remnants of the fragments, he could still see that he was engaged in a humble job in a factory during his lifetime.
Boom~!
The next second, Gogu slammed on the accelerator, and with a weak crunch, the terrible ghost suddenly disappeared under the motorcycle.
"Bah, dare to block Lao Tzu!"