Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The young man slowly opened his eyes.

The field of vision seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist, light and shadow mixed, and nothing could be seen clearly.

He moved his head.

There was a rusty rubbing sound from the neck, scratching and scratching, stiff and sluggish.

hungry.

The intense hunger was like a blazing flame, burning his internal organs, spreading crazily along the cold bones and blood, torturing his body like scratching his heart and liver.

A chaotic and vague desire rose.

He is eager to eat.

Longing for teeth to bite, tearing the skin, chewing muscles, warm blood poured into the mouth, mixed with pieces of tender flesh, dripping down the cold throat into the dead body.

The young man stood up slowly.

As if he could not fully control his limbs, he made a harsh squeak at the joints, his movements were stiff, and he walked forward uncoordinatedly like a broken doll.

hungry.

So hungry.

Every cell in the body suffers from appetite and hunger.

The ears are too keen in the function of the body, collecting the fine sounds from the outside with extremely high efficiency, as if instinct telling him where to find food.

He dragged his steps and walked out slowly.

——Outside, there seems to be a sound.

However, before taking a few steps outside, the young man stopped.

He turned his head to look at the minced meat and corpses lying on the ground. The scene in his field of vision was still blurred and delayed, but he could see the round, **** sphere, enveloped in a layer of lightness. The halo is almost imperceptible.

The young man tilted his head in confusion and stared at it for a long time.

His sense of smell and instinct are telling him that that piece of meat is not to be eaten.

But there was another faint voice in his heart whispering, urging him to move forward.

The youth obeyed it.

He walked slowly to the head, stiffly bent down, his slender fingers were blue and white, and his fingertips were stained with long solidified dark blood. He held the head.

There was a crisp sound.

Dark and necrotic tissue fluid and pulpy brain plasma flowed out from the cracked skull, instantly blackening the ground.

The young man thought about it dullly, and then put his fingers into the head, the fingers dullly stirred the remaining brain tissue, making a grunting sound.

One minute later,

He slowly took out his fingers, and a dim gray spar lay in his palm that had long been invisible, and black pus and blood was still flowing downwards.

hungry.

Instinctively told him not to eat.

But very hungry.

The young man stuffed the spar into his mouth and bit it with a sharp canine tooth. The hard shell shattered instantly under the pressure. The next second, a strange warm current flowed into his stomach.

The layer of cloud that had been blinded before his eyes seemed to dissipate a little, and his vision became slightly clearer.

……good to eat.

It's like...some kind of round...hard...sphere...

Colorful...

Sweet?

Wait...what is sweet?

The young man squatted in front of the cracked skull, his head hanging down, racking his brains, thinking hard.

After a few minutes, he still didn't think of any results.

The young man stood up from the corpse, turned and walked towards the place where he had just come out-in his vague and short memory, he remembered that there was also something that looked very similar to the thing on the ground in front of him-only this was broken Piece by piece, and that one is complete.

He quickened his pace expectantly.

Would that be more delicious?

He reached out and grabbed the head of the corpse, knocked it to pieces on the ground, then picked up a smaller, darker spar from it, stuffed it into his mouth, and quacked it to pieces and swallowed it. .

——It seems almost the same.

The youth was a little disappointed.

And he still feels hungry.

He stood up, ready to leave the cramped room in front of him.

At this moment, in his gradually clear vision, the young man saw a vague outline in the mirror on the wall covered with cracked tortoise roads.

The man who appeared in the mirror was tall, with handsome features, his eyes were lifeless iron gray, his eyes were covered with a bleak cloud, his skin showed an extremely unhealthy paleness, and his bloodless lips were still stained with pitch black. Blood stains.

He tilted his head.

The man in the mirror also tilted his head.

But this is not my face.

A vague thought rose from the young man's mind.

The concept of "I" began to slowly take shape in his brain.

The young man slowly raised his hand, looking at the strange image in the mirror, and also raised his hand.

——I don’t know this person.

Who is the "me"?

It seems that something very important in the body is missing, as if broken gears cannot fit together accurately, and the brain cannot rotate normally.

He froze for a while, then turned around and left the narrow room swayingly.

Still hungry.

Apart from eating, everything seems to be of little importance.

The young man staggered out of the apartment.

There were a few decomposed corpses scattered on the floor of the corridor. The sultry heat like the temperature of a steamer further contributed to the stench in the air, making the small space more compact.

He knocked open the heads of several corpses on the ground.

Some corpses had that kind of light gray crystals in the brain plasma, but some did not—the youth slowly realized that there were crystals in the corpses with a halo outside their heads, but those gray ones. The brain of the corpse was empty, with nothing but rancid black water.

Soon, his vision was completely clear, and even the movement of his limbs seemed much smoother.

The young man returned to the room where he woke up once.

He was disappointed to see that the image in the mirror was only slightly clearer than before, and the white haze covering his eyes was eliminated-but other than that, there was almost no change in the others.

It was still that strange face.

He left the room in despair.

The entire residential building has basically been explored by him. He has also encountered other people with pale skin, stiff limbs, and slowly swaying in the dark corridor-except that their bodies are a little more broken than their own, and they are missing. Apart from having more parts than myself, everything else is basically the same as myself.

Their eyes were dull, and they didn't respond at all to the youth, even when their heads were smashed open by the youth and the crystals in their heads were taken out, they would not react.

Their stupidity disappointed the youth.

The young man slowly swayed down the corridor. When he passed a room, he paused slightly and turned and walked inward.

Every room here seems to be similar.

But I don't know why, this room gave him a very familiar feeling.

There was a decomposed corpse lying next to the bed, its head hanging down, and there was a **** hole in the back of the head—the youth's gaze passed across his head indifferently, and he could already see that there was nothing in his head. When he planted a round and delicious thing, he lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on the empty palm of the opponent.

For no reason, he always felt that the other party should be holding something in his hand.

The youth frowned.

He stared at the bed in front of him in confusion. The sheets were dirty, but the dents on it clearly showed signs of being laid down.

The feeling that he had forgotten something important came again, and quickly enveloped him completely.

There seemed to be something in his mind trying to break through the cage.

The young man stood blankly in the center of the room, the sun outside the window rose and set, the room was bright and dark, and dark and bright. For him, the passage of time seemed to be completely unnoticeable.

Finally, slowly and slowly, two vague words emerged from the depths of the blocked memory.

The youth spent another half an hour trying to figure out what these two words were.

——Ge.

--build.

...Ge Xiu.

Ge Xiu?

The young man moved, his joints creaked, and the expression on his face was still dull but sluggish. He slowly turned around and walked out, but he was still thinking about the two characters that jumped into his mind inexplicably.

Ge Xiu...is his name?

Whether it is or not, he has decided that he will be called by this name from now on.

The pronunciation of these two words is very nice.

The youth is very satisfied.

He came into the hallway and turned to look at the countless pieces of furniture stuck at the top of the stairs.

Before today, he had passed this place countless times, swaying past the furniture blocking the stairs, but it had never attracted his attention once.

After all, these things won't move, they will always be lifeless, they won't shine, and there are no delicious spheres in them.

Every time, Ge Xiu ignored its existence and continued to move forward.

However, this time, without any very specific reason, he suddenly wanted to leave here.

He didn't know why he had such an idea.

But he did just that.

After half an hour.

There was a huge "crash" sound from the door of the building, countless ragged furniture pouring out from the narrow doorway, dust was flying all over the sky, such a huge sound attracted countless sluggish and eager eyes-but in the eyes of everyone , A pale, sluggish young man slowly got up from it.

Ge Xiu stood up straight, stumbled over the obstacle in front of him, and continued to walk forward.

The other zombies looked away in disappointment, and left staggeringly.

Ge Xiu caught a man passing by, and skillfully knocked on his head, took out a dim gray crystal, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it.

He swallowed the remaining residue in his mouth, looked up at the empty and deserted city in front of him, his eyes lit up slowly.

In his eyes, every one of his kind who passes by is a walking food.

--so good.

For the next three days, Ge Xiu wandered in the city, catching the same kind who stumbled by his side from time to time, smashed its skull, took out the crystals, and ate while continuing to aimlessly. Go ahead.

Some walking corpses will not resist, they will only be smashed into pieces.

Their crystals are often unpalatable and a little lighter.

Some walking corpses will resist-their crystals will be delicious.

Ge Xiu quickly learned to be picky eaters.

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On this day, Ge Xian was walking in the street. He suddenly heard the noisy sound of the engine coming from the end of the road, and the rattling noise exploded among the empty buildings during the exchange of fire. It was so vivid and real that it instantly attracted countless eager eyes.

The group of corpses began to move.

Ge Xiu raised his head and sniffed the wind blowing.

The instinct that had been deposited for a long time suddenly became active, and the hunger that had been ignored by him for a long time suddenly began to burn again.

——That is the smell of fresh flesh and blood.

Ge Xiu began to drool.

The author has something to say: Zombies: Please, let him leave this world, really, can’t live it anymore