Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

This is... has you started the next world directly?

Three consecutive worlds uninterrupted?

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

His gaze flicked over the broken tables and chairs scattered on the ground, the swarm of flies humming and hovering in the darkness, and finally landed on the rotten and smelly corpse leaning on the foot of the bed.

The man had obviously been dead for a long time, and the thick black internal organs dripped down the open belly onto the moist ground, and there was a black hole in the back of his head.

There was a dark gun held in his dark blue fingers hanging on the ground.

This time, Ge Xiu still did not hear the familiar system prompt ringing in his ears.

Same as the last world.

He bent down, picked up the gun from the corpse's stiff fingers, and tipped it gently.

The straight metal of the line board fell heavily between the fingers, with an icy and inhuman taste.

Ge Xiu thought for a while, lowered his head, looked at the dark and cold barrel of the gun in his hand for a while, then flexibly opened the magazine 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 and died? .

He walked to the window, stretched out the dirty blackout curtain, and looked down through the glass covered with fuzzy handprints.

The field of view is very narrow.

It can be seen that the street below is empty, as if the whole city has fallen into deathly silence. You can only hear the whistling wind whizzing through the lifeless tall buildings, shaking the windows that are not very stable in front of them. .

The vehicle overturned on an empty road, and heavy smoke rose from the scrapped engine.

Crushed stones, broken glass, and old newspapers were scattered on the ground, exuding a strong atmosphere of unknownness.

Ge Xiu squinted his eyes.

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

The door was ajar.

It only needs a light push to slide away silently.

The turbid and strong stench came on his face instantly.

Outside the door is a narrow staircase. The bottom of the staircase is blocked by piles of broken furniture, and the top is shrouded in thick darkness.

The lamp tube on the ceiling was swayed in mid-air, led by wires, emitting a faint and intermittent light, illuminating the black semi-coagulated blood on the dirty wall, and countless messy and crazy blood handprints.

There was a faint faint noise from the top of the head.

Ge Xiu raised his eyes and looked at the upwardly extending stairs, and walked in the direction where the sound came from.

The upstairs is exactly the same pattern, the only difference is that there is sticky, fishy blood spreading from the cracks of the closed door, dripping down the edge of the stairs, gathering into small blood puddles.

He rubbed his fingertips lightly, and the cold touch of the blood had not dissipated.

—It should have penetrated downstairs from this room.

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

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

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

The subtle sound became more obvious.

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

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

—The door opened.

As soon as the door slid open, a distorted figure quickly rushed out along with the stinking air, rushing violently towards the unsuspecting figure at the door, just about to hit the front— !

"Hey!"

A dull percussion sounded, and the figure suddenly fell backward.

Ge Xiu was expressionless, he took the metal latch in his hand and walked into the room.

The figure slowly got up again.

Only then did Ge Xiu clearly see "him".

The man in front of him was wearing rumpled home clothes, and his clothes were stained with dried black blood. His eyes were muddy and dull, his skin was gray, and a piece of skin was torn off on his face, revealing the dark red fascia underneath. Teeth were exposed in the dark hollows of cheeks.

He stood up swayingly, roaring like a beast in his throat, and a hungry and greedy expression in his turbid eyes.

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

Ge Xiu was already prepared.

He once again pulled the metal door latch in his hand, and knocked the man who leaped at him again to the ground.

The recessed part of the half-folded door latch happened to be stuck in the man’s throat. He struggled, making a hollow sound of "drinking" in his throat, and grabbed the door latch with his dirty and **** hands, his eyes were always locked. Xiu's figure had nothing but primitive appetite under his eyes.

Ge Xiu frowned.

Compared to a living person, he was more like a movable corpse.

Ge Xiu made a decisive decision, raised his foot to step on the man's chest, and stuck him in the gap between the ground and the wall with clever force.

He picked up the bent metal strip, flipped it with one hand, aligned the sharp tip at the gap between the ribs, and then applied downward force, slowly sending the weapon in his hand into the heart of the "man".

The sizzling sound of flesh and blood broke, and the tip was quickly inserted to the bottom.

However, unexpectedly, the man is still alive.

He struggled on the soles of Ge Xiu's feet, trying to lower his head and bite the tips of Ge Xiu's boots.

Ge Xiu was a little surprised.

His eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up, and a faint gleam of fun flashed across the gloomy eyes like a fleeting spark.

-Ge Xiu quickly put his ideas into practice.

He first fixed the man with the help of the terrain, then stretched his hand over the tattered sheet covered with dark blood on the side of the bed, and tied him up while ensuring that the other party could not touch him.

Ge Xiu walked to the kitchen, picked a handy knife, and hurried back.

He stared at the violent eyes in front of him, roared at the struggling man, and said empathetically, "Speak if it hurts."

The sharp light flashed on the blade, and the tip of the blade cleanly penetrated into the orifice between the bones, skillfully cutting the meridian and the skin and flesh connected to it, only a short writing, the limbs have been separated, and the dark blood is from the cross section. It slowly flowed out, deposited a small piece on the ground, and then stopped the flow.

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

Ge Xiu seemed to be accustomed to this unpleasant smell, his face was as usual, but when his eyes touched the blood on the ground, he frowned slightly.

This is a dead body.

In addition, inserting a sharp weapon into the heart has not died yet-I am afraid that its blood circulation system has already stopped working.

Not only did this man die long ago, he might have been dead for several months.

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

Ge Xiu moved his neck, moved his somewhat stiff shoulders, and then stepped closer.

He cut open the belly of "it", took out the greasy and smelly organs, and truncated his spine section by section, observing whether he would do harm to "it"-in the end, "it" Below the shoulders, only Bai Sensen's empty ribs and muddy and rotting limbs were left.

Ge Xiu squinted his eyes slightly, slashed its throat with a knife, cut off the throat, and the blade continued to penetrate deeply, cutting off the cervical vertebrae precisely.

Now, it only has its head.

But on the only remaining head, the darkened eyes were still turning slowly, the lower jaw kept opening and closing, and dark blood bubbles poured out from under the head.

Ge Xiu flipped his palms.

"Pump."

The blade was inserted straight into the center of the eyebrows and 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, it can also reduce or even eliminate its attack power.

Ge Xiu was standing on a messy ground, with rotten organs and limbs under his feet, and a little dark blood was splashed on his pale cheeks, like some kind of strange and unknown omen.

He stared at the corpse with limbs, torso, and head separated on the ground, lost in thought.

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

However, according to the attack power displayed by the monster in front of him, it would be somewhat difficult to make human civilization on the verge of collapse and the social order disappeared—then, what appeared in front of him might be only the tip of the iceberg.

Ge Xiu turned his neck.

The soreness in the shoulders is becoming more and more irresistible.

He reached out and touched the position of the back of his neck, and a sensation that bordered on tingling and tingling spread.

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

He was startled slightly, as if thinking of something, he turned 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 corpse that has been bitten falls to the ground, and its head seems to have been smashed. The ground sags down and it's already dead

Ge Xiu stepped over the corpse and came to the cracked mirror.

He leaned over, stretched out his collar, and looked into the mirror.

On the back of his neck, a whole piece of meat was torn off abruptly, and the distinctive tooth marks on it looked a bit shocking.

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

It should have been caused before Ge Xiu woke up.

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

But it doesn't hurt very much.

It's just hemp.

Especially for people like Ge Xiu who are accustomed to pain and have a very high threshold, this level is almost faint and imperceptible-otherwise he would be aware of it the first time he wakes up.

—This is contagious.

And he was infected before he woke up.

A feeling of dizziness came.

Ge Xiu's eyes were dark, and he had to raise his hand to support the edge of the cold sink, and his knuckles became vigorously blue, so that he could barely support himself from falling to the ground.

—This time...it's too bad.

This vague idea flashed through his mind.

Finally, Ge Xiu couldn't support it, leaned against the sink, slid down slowly, and sat on the ground.

When there was a cry, the pitch-black gun hit the ground.

…And the last bullet.

Ge Xiu was taken aback for a moment.

He squinted his eyes and looked up to the sky—is that the idea you guys made?

suicide?

-Although he doesn't know these two worlds, what the group of people outside are planning.

But want him to follow their plan?

dream.

Ge Xiu silently raised the corners of his lips, leaned on 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.