"Are you pretending not to hear me talking to you, or are you fucking deaf? Grandpa is telling you to get out of this shithole!"
The man cursed with gnashing teeth, and kicked the tightly packed 'Plague Disaster' hard on the waist.
According to the strength of an average person, this kick is enough to make a person fall or fall forward a few steps, but the body of the "Plague Bearer" has been strengthened, how could it be easily shaken by an ordinary person?
Sure enough, its body did not move, not even shaking, and it stood there steadily, while the person who kicked it took two steps back under the force.
"Hehe! It's so boring, it didn't even shake at all..." someone laughed with glee at the side.
"Hahaha, could it be kidney deficiency?" another stall owner also joined in the fun.
"Oh~ You are so weak that you definitely can't take care of a woman. You are so incompetent..." Another woman continued to mock him and even added fuel to the fire.
"Hahaha! I'm strong, how about I serve you?" The person next to him laughed obscenely.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
The people around laughed as if they were watching a funny show.
The man who kicked it felt even more embarrassed by the mocking looks and words from those around him. In a rage and humiliation, he pulled out the dagger from his pocket and was about to step forward and act like a threat again.
When the people nearby saw him getting angry and drawing his knife, they dared not say anything and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.
At this moment, a dark green gas suddenly emanated from the back of the clothes of the 'Plague Bearer' where he was kicked. The color was strong, strange and enchanting.
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, and stopped selling their things. They started discussing:
"What...what is that..."
"Green gas..."
“Dark green…”
"Isn't that crimson...?"
"You are color blind..."
For a moment, the whole scene fell into chaos, but no one was aware of the danger because the people nearby were usually speculators and seldom left the city.
Suddenly, the person who wrapped himself tightly began to move.
I saw it slowly take off its hat, revealing a head with sparse hair and covered with dark green bumps, which was creepy.
What's even more strange is that there seems to be gas rotating back and forth in those bulges, as if they will explode at any time.
Then the man took off his mask, revealing a face that was also covered with bulges.
Then, it took off the outer coat that covered its entire body, and stood there naked with nothing on inside.
The pale chest and back were covered with large lumps that were about to burst, emitting an eerie aura that made one's scalp tingle.
Especially the place where the waist was kicked, the two damaged big bags kept spewing out dark green gas, which was pungent and unpleasant. It was obviously gas but it smelled sticky.
As for why it keeps spraying, it is because there is a small hole in the center of all the bags on its body that is connected to the abdominal cavity, so it can continuously spray out poisonous gas.
If you cut off the outer skin of these bags, you can see the hidden holes inside his body.
"Oh my god, what the hell is this thing?" someone shouted in horror.
"Get away from it quickly, this thing must be poisonous!" another person said nervously.
"Damn, it's covered with so many bumps that I'm getting goosebumps all over the floor!" Someone else hugged his arms and said in disgust.
The people around him stepped back with disgust on their faces, rubbing the goose bumps on their bodies. The bumps on his body were really too dense, and people who saw them were suffering from trypophobia.
The person who had just kicked it was holding a sharp dagger in his hand, his body trembling slightly.
He opened his eyes wide and stared in horror at the creepy figure in front of him.
The body covered with pus-filled blisters and the broken parts that constantly spewed out pungent gas, every detail was enough to make him tremble with fear and his scalp tingle.
At this moment, the dark green gas slowly spread out like a strange smoke, enveloping the surrounding air.
As time passed, the deep green color gradually faded, like a mysterious veil, making the whole scene even more eerie and terrifying.
Suddenly, a scream broke the silence: "Look! He's bleeding!"
A stall owner pointed at the man who kicked someone in horror, his voice trembling and sharp.
The man who kicked the man let out a sharp scream that echoed throughout the entire street.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa—!”
Everyone retreated in panic, all looking at the man.
Fresh red blood began to flow out of his seven orifices, especially from his nose, which gushed out like a fountain. In just a short moment, his clothes on his chest were dyed red, forming a shocking bloodstain.
He looked around frantically, trying to seek help, but when his eyes swept over the crowd around him, everyone stepped back in fear, fearing that they would be implicated.
However, no one chose to flee the scene, perhaps because of their strong curiosity, or perhaps because they were shocked by this strange incident.
But they didn't know that it was too late to escape...
The man who kicked the person was as pale as paper, with big beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His eyes were wide open in horror as he watched everything happening in front of him. His lips trembled as he wanted to say something, but he could only make whimpering sounds.
Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of dizziness, his breathing became rapid and disordered, and his heart beat faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
“Hiss…ho…ho…ho…ho…!”
A sinister roar came from the throat of the man who kicked the person. The voice was low and hoarse, full of the breath of death and despair, just like a zombie.
His eyes gradually became dull, and his originally clear pupils were now replaced by gray.
The muscles began to gradually tense, the legs slowly bent, and the waist suddenly bent backwards to 90 degrees, forming a strange posture, and the bones all over the body crackled.
His arms were waving unconsciously, as if he wanted to grab something, but he just grabbed around in the air. His whole body looked extremely distorted in the eyes of outsiders, like a broken puppet.
Every step of change causes memories in people's minds to quickly revive. Isn't this what it looks like when humans turn into zombies?
They had seen such scenes before, where the infected people would turn into consciousnessless monsters that only knew how to attack in a short period of time.
"He...he is infected, he is going to turn into a zombie, everyone run!" someone shouted in panic.
"Yes! That's right, he has become a zombie, and this green gas contains the zombie virus." another person echoed.
Panic spread quickly.