I am the zombie king of the apocalypse

The paint man threw off his peaked cap, revealing a hooded head.

The hood covered most of his head, leaving only the part below the bridge of his nose uncovered.

His hood looks weird and has different colors, but if you look closely, you will find that it is made of skin from different people's faces, but everyone's skin color is different, which makes his hood look different. They look different in color, but each piece of flesh is only five centimeters in area. With this hood down, it's hard to imagine how many people's facial flesh he used.

The lower part of the hood is not flat, with pits and pits, and it has not been trimmed deliberately. It is obvious that the paint man will sew it on whenever he gets a person's skin. Maybe now, this hood will have an extra person's facial skin.

The paint man’s headgear will also be further improved.

He suddenly lost control of his emotions and yelled crazily at the woman, his voice crazy, but the woman silently endured the devastation of his tone and remained unmoved.

"Why? Why do you want to change?... Hehehehahaha~"

The roaring paint man suddenly changed his tone in his rage and started laughing again. His mood was like the weather, unpredictable, and it was impossible to understand what he was thinking.

"Hahaha Jiejie, very good, you have changed. I am not interested in your current appearance at all. Congratulations, it's time for you to go to heaven."

The paint man's tone became calm again, and his words sounded creepy, but the woman's numb eyes lit up after hearing it.

She finally waited for this day!

When she came out, she never thought that she would actually look forward to death. This made her unable to believe that she was still herself?

After the paint man said this, he seemed to be crazy. He threw the zombie scales he had just scattered on the blanket randomly. He seemed to be angry about why he wanted to buy this thing. He was no longer interested. What else could he buy? use?

The stall owner's face flashed through his mind, and the paint man regained his mood, with a crazy smile on his face.

"That guy is pretty good, hehehehehe."

After a few strange laughs, the paint man walked up to the woman with her expectant eyes.

"Everyone in my hands looks forward to death, and you are no exception."

His tone returned to a calm state again. He bent down and reached out to smooth the woman's hair covering her face, revealing a pale and bloodless face. This woman was the "daughter of a big shot" that Tang Ye met at Pingnan Base. Yang Yuexi, her father was Yang Yong, the regiment commander under He Jinzhan. Now that He Jinzhan died, Yang Yong also died tragically in the hands of Li Henian.

After learning the news of her father's death, Yang Yuexi collapsed, but a few days later, she came through and decided to carry out a revenge plan.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the change, and she met this man before it even started. She didn't know why the paint man treated her like this. She obviously had no enmity with him, but she couldn't figure it out, but she couldn't do anything about it.

The end of the world is not a time of peace. Everything must be governed by laws and principles. In the end of the world, there is never right or wrong. It does not need those laws. Everything established in human society before the end of the world has already fallen apart due to the birth of new humans!

New humans are the hope of mankind, but their appearance turns justice in the eyes of the masses into personal power!

With strength, you are righteous!

Although this man is a lunatic, he doesn't seem to attack him without any connection. This lack of connection is not just a joke, it is absolutely irrelevant. In other words, as long as there is even the slightest connection with the paint man, Even just by looking at each other, everyone may be tortured by him!

In her gaze, the paint man's hand filled with paint kept stroking her face, but his other hand picked up a piece of zombie scales.

"Uh~uh uh..."

She opened her mouth with difficulty and uttered a few vague syllables, making it impossible for people to understand what she meant. It seemed that she was afraid that the paint man could not hear clearly, so she raised her hand to her mouth.

As her mouth opened, blood continued to flow from the corners of her mouth. It was as if she dipped her fingers in blood and then wrote a few words on the ground. But such a simple action seemed to suck her life away, and the process seemed very feeble. .

But just as she reached her mouth, Paint raised his hand and pressed it on her arm, easily suppressing her raised arm.

Uh-huh~

Yang Yuexi was a little anxious, and there was a look of pleading in her eyes, but it was not a desire for life. She just wanted to know why the paint man treated her like this. She wanted to understand better when she died.

The way she is now, even if the paint man lets her live, she won't survive more than a few days.

The paint man ignored the prayer in her eyes, shook his head and said, "You don't have to express anything, I know what you are talking about. Do you want to say why?"

Yang Yuexi exhaled, and the breath was full of the smell of blood. The paint man leaned his head over and took a deep breath with enjoyment on his face. It was obvious that he liked this smell, the smell of blood.

Yang Yuexi relaxed completely. The paint man just understands that there is no need to exert any more effort. Now even if she moves her fingers, she will be tortured in hell. Only death can she escape from here!

"Why? Why should I torture you like this? Well... I didn't want to answer this question originally, but you are about to die and there is nothing worse than this. For this reason, I can tell you. "

Yang Yuexi's eyes flashed brightly, and she looked at the paint man expectantly.

The painter man stood up and looked out the window, as if he was looking at the scenery. However, there was a dead end outside the window. Usually no one came there. The ground was filled with domestic garbage and exuded a strong stench. The other side of the window was just a bare road. gray wall.

He looked at the wall and didn't know what was attracting him. He looked at it for more than half a minute before he looked away from the wall.

He looked up at the window eaves where the organs taken out from Yang Yuexi's body were hanging. After being stored for a long time and in this dark environment, her organs were no longer as plump and tender as when they were first taken out. It was as dry as a pile of sun-dried feces, and in some places it was so rotten that it looked like someone had bitten it.

The paint man removed all the organs above, turned around and walked towards the woman. He took away the blanket covering her body and exposed the entire abdomen. There was a shocking scar on the abdomen, which was more than 20 centimeters long.

The wound was not sutured. It seemed that the paint man had known this day for a long time so that he could insert the organ again in the future.