Did the corpse move? This... how is that possible?
Zhao Longchuan couldn't help but be startled.
It had been thirty days since the apocalypse, and survivors had long mastered the art of survival.
For any deceased survivor, regardless of who was present, a final blow to the head was mandatory.
Otherwise, the corpse could reanimate at any moment and attack you as an infected.
This was common knowledge by now.
Zhao Longchuan couldn't believe anyone would make such a mistake.
Seeing this scene, the team members immediately drew their weapons and entered a state of alert.
If it were just ordinary corpse transformation, it wouldn't be a big deal.
These zombies, facing an overwhelming advantage in numbers from the survivors, would be killed before they could even reach them.
But everyone knew... this definitely wasn't ordinary mutation...
Corpse transformations weren't happening simultaneously.
The first three survivors to stand up were defense team members who had been drained dry by mutated giant mosquitoes at the beginning.
Their skin was shriveled, their faces were ashen, their hands hung limply, and their heads were tilted as if devoid of any strength.
Their abdomens were bulging high, like they were ten months pregnant.
But... they were all men!
And there were clear signs of them being finished off at the back of their heads.
How could they stand up with their brain tissue destroyed?
What is this situation?
There was definitely something inside their bellies!
What should we do?
This scene was truly too bizarre...
Indeed, in the dead of night, the dead slowly stood up.
Not zombies... then could it be ghosts?
The thought of ghosts made many of the fainter-hearted survivors shudder, feeling as if a pair of eyes were watching them from the darkness, sending chills down their spines!
Zhang Chen and a few others instantly appeared beside Zhao Longchuan.
He also found it strange, because the [Primary Infection] skill originated from the larvae of burrowing insects, and they hadn't engaged with survivors; these people shouldn't have been infected!
He gazed at these strangely shaped corpses, and soon, lines of prompts appeared beside the three corpses:
[Incubator for mutated larvae, containing five hundred thousand mutated giant mosquito larvae...]
[Incubator for mutated larvae, containing three hundred and fifty thousand mutated giant mosquito larvae...]
[Incubator for mutated larvae, containing three hundred thousand mutated giant mosquito larvae...]
[Survivors killed by mutated insects have a certain chance of being parasitized by insect eggs. The higher the survivor's level, the greater the number of larvae hatched from the eggs and the faster the hatching speed!]
[Survivors parasitized by insect eggs cannot be collected. The biological energy of the insect eggs also blocks the spatial link of the storage ring...]
[Energy attacks will only eliminate some larvae while accelerating the growth and mutation of surviving larvae. Mutated insects fear high temperatures; it is recommended to burn them!]
Mutated larvae? Five hundred thousand, three hundred thousand?
Zhang Chen gasped, these larvae, once released, would be equivalent to over a million mutated giant mosquitoes all at once!
Huh? What?
Zhao Longchuan asked in surprise.
Zhang Chen had no time to explain. He instantly flashed to the side of these reanimated corpses, took out a barrel of gasoline, and poured it over the three corpses.
Then, he retreated dozens of meters and ignited it!
Whoosh!
Flames blazed fiercely.
At the same time, the corpses writhed in agony as if burned by the intense fire.
Immediately after, the number of larvae indicated beside these three corpses began to decrease rapidly.
Three hundred thousand...
Two hundred and fifty thousand...
One hundred thousand...
Five thousand...
[This is just a charred corpse... nothing to see!]
Huff...
Zhang Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Zhao Longchuan didn't understand what had happened, he knew that Zhang Chen must have his reasons for doing so.
He then ordered his men to do the same: collect what could be collected from the other corpses, and burn any that couldn't be!
In a short while, the solemn memorial service turned into a cremation site.
The onlookers felt a mix of emotions.
They had thought they could finally bid a quiet farewell to the deceased, only to encounter such a terrifying event!
It was fortunate that this memorial service was held. If the corpses that couldn't be collected had been hastily disposed of... the consequences would have been unimaginable...
......
Meanwhile, at a certain Japanese camp.
They had also just repelled an insect tide attack.
The larger the camp, the more numerous the insect tide it faced, and the smaller the camp, the smaller the insect tide encountered.
This Japanese camp only had fifty people, so what they encountered was merely an insect swarm, not a full-blown insect tide.
Even so, five survivors had perished.
Strange, why can't these people's corpses be collected?
The survivor in charge of managing supplies said with surprise.
Cannot be collected? Impossible, Kawakami-kun, it's not appropriate to joke at a time like this!
A scarred man said coldly.
I'm not joking, they really can't be collected. If you don't believe me, try it yourself!
Kawakami stood respectfully to the side.
Let me try!
The scarred man reached out and touched the cold corpse of the deceased.
Ding! This target cannot be collected!
Huh? What's going on? This is the first time I've encountered something like this!
The scarred man said, frowning.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the corpse slowly stand up...
Huh? Corpse transformation, die!
A bald Japanese man next to him shouted and drew his katana, hacking forcefully at the corpse's neck.
The head rolled off, tumbling far before coming to a stop.
This corpse... it's still not falling?
The scarred man, looking at the headless body still twisting its body in place... a sense of foreboding suddenly washed over him.
Why is its stomach so big? What's inside?
Kawakami asked nervously.
Whatever it is, it's definitely not anything good...
The scarred man said, narrowing his eyes.
What are we afraid of? We'll just cut it open and see!
We've defeated the insect swarm, are we still afraid of what's inside its stomach! Watch this!
Before his samurai sword could even swing down.
Suddenly, a cloud of black smoke emerged from the corpse's severed neck.
This smoke, as if alive, lunged towards the bald man.
Huh? What is this?
The bald man waved his hand in front of him.
However, in an instant, he found his hand beginning to shrink, becoming as gaunt as a skeleton.
What is going on?
Before the bald man could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.
Then, his body was rapidly desiccated at a visible speed.
Mosquitoes, mosquito larvae!
Use concentrated strikes to blast them!
The scarred man shouted.
Then, waves of shockwaves flashed, illuminating the camp as bright as day...
After that, came shouts of battle and screams.
Soon, a minibus and three jeeps suddenly rushed out of the camp and disappeared into the night...