MTL - Call Me God of War-Chapter 6

Mo Qingqing has an injury on her leg. Every time she lifts her foot, moves her leg, and falls to the ground, it is a painful torture for her. Her legs hurt so much, she didn't want to die on the side of the road, so she could only endure the pain and keep walking.

The plants and mushrooms on the road grow very fast. When she got up in the morning, the plant was only more than half the height of the wheel, and now it has completely submerged the tires and half of the car door (the front door was written to flood the wheel), and even some vines have completely wrapped the car. . The giant mushroom has grown from the size of a sunshade in the morning to covering most of the roof of an off-road vehicle.

The plants have gradually spread to the corner of the wall, and there are fewer and fewer places for her to stay. Many times she can only take big steps to jump through the grass, her pants and legs are covered by the This kind of sawgrass that looks soft, but is actually bladed is not cut well. The sawgrass looked soft, but as soon as you touched it, the blade of the grass stretched straight and turned into a sharp saw, slashing her jeans, and her legs were bruised and bloodied. dripping.

If she doesn't find rescue before these plants completely seal the way, she will soon become a nutrient for these plants. The threat of death made her so anxious and terrified that the wound on her leg felt less painful, and she didn't care if Sawgrass added a few new wounds to her leg.

The only thing she is fortunate about is that there are many rust-colored thorn plants along the way. Their rust **** tempt and destroy most of the ghost vines, effectively restraining the ghost vines. Growth and spread rate. Where she found ghost hand vines, there were almost always rust balls.

She believes that if these plants are not cleaned up sooner, it is estimated that by tomorrow, they will be able to seal the doors of these buildings and shops on both sides of the street. People can't even get out of the door if they want to escape.

But from the current situation, even she feels that the house is safer than the outside, and few people come out to clean the plants outside, only occasionally see one or two small shops facing the street open The door, someone wearing a waterproof suit, thick plastic gloves and a mask, with a shovel to clear the plants at the door.

From time to time, the resident upstairs dumps the plant residues from the balcony and window sill downstairs.

Even if Mo Qingqing walked close to the outer wall of the building, it was inevitable that she would be splashed by some juice. Fortunately, these plants are not all corrosive like ghost hand vines, and they can't cause any substantial damage to her for the time being. As to whether there was any poison or other danger, she did not know.

One after another, there were more people on both sides of the street. Occasionally, you can see groups of three or two walking under the wall across the street. Almost all of these people are tightly wrapped, wearing helmets and hats on their heads, masks or scarves on their faces, and holding sticks, kitchen knives and the like in their hands. The people walking outside were all adults, no old people, no children.

The pedestrians Mo Qingqing saw were far away from each other, and there were countless dangerous plants in the middle.

She was hungry, so she took out the flat box of instant noodles in her pocket and stuffed it into her mouth as she walked.

She walked to the front of a hotel and looked into the lobby from a distance. There were some staff still working and there was electricity, so she couldn't help but stop. The hotel seemed to be very safe. She hesitated whether to live in it or not, but the decoration inside the hotel was luxurious and she touched the money in her pocket. She couldn't even pay for one night's room.

Mo Qingqing glanced at the hotel silently, and continued on her way.

She walked about half a street away, the sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds rolled, and a strong wind blew.

The wind was too strong, flying sand and rocks, the plants on the road swayed to and fro, making a rattling sound, and the open car doors were blown constantly by the wind, and the clack clack One after another, it was blown away by the wind.

Mo Qingqing remembered the storm last night and the corpses everywhere. She didn't dare to go any further, so she turned around and ran towards the hotel she just saw. It was the closest place to her with the door open to survive.

This part of the road she just walked, the road condition is familiar, she limped back to hold back the pain and ran back quickly.

She ran outside the hotel within minutes.

The parking lot in front of the hotel is overgrown with mushrooms and weeds, and even the driveway leading to the lobby is overgrown with colorful mushrooms, as well as sawgrass, ghost vines, a It's about half a person's height and looks like a trumpet, a large candy-sweet plant, and a few unremarkable and unknown shrubs. She saw a rust ball next to the ghost hand vine, and the ghost hand vine was surrounded by the rust ball, so she stepped on mushrooms, sawgrass, etc. and ran to the hotel lobby quickly.

She pushed open the revolving door at the entrance of the hotel lobby and rushed in, and a waiter looked at her. She stood in the doorway, holding her chest and breathing hard, the pain on her leg was unbearable.

She turned around, looked out through the glass, and saw that it was dark outside, the trees planted outside the hotel and the grass growing on the ground were constantly torn and torn by the strong wind, and the giant mushrooms growing on the roof of the car All were overturned.

Suddenly, a woman's scream came: "Let her out!" The voice was sharp and shrill.

Mo Qingqing looked back, and a woman in her twenties or thirties, dressed in fashion, was looking at her in horror. It looked like she had some kind of infectious disease. Only then did she notice that there were a lot of people gathered in the lobby of the hotel, and many people were carrying luggage.

Next to the screaming woman stood an old couple, like her parents, with a child.

The woman saw Mo Qingqing and looked back, pointed at her again, and said, "Go out!" She then called to the security guard of the hotel: "Tell her to go out, we still have the children! You guys! How can I let her in? Look at how dirty she is, what if she gets infected! There are corpses outside, maybe with infectious diseases."

The voice was sharp and sharp, full of fear and panic.

Mo Qingqing looked back and looked outside the house. What is the difference between letting her out at this time and letting her die? She looked at the other people in the lobby, and found that they all looked at her with fear, and their expressions were very ugly.

The security guard who stood about four or five meters away from her said to her: "You go out." Then her face became tense and she yelled: "Go out!"

Besides a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s, with a shaved head and a height of at least 1.8 meters. He said to the security guard, "Don't do this!" He stopped about a meter away from Mo Qingqing and asked, "Little sister, where did you come from? What's the situation outside?"

Mo Qingqing glanced at the middle-aged man suspiciously.

The woman screamed again: "You let her out! Those things outside are poisonous, they will infect and kill people!"

Mo Qingqing ignored the woman and said to the middle-aged man: "I came from the vicinity of No. 1 Middle School. I went out at dawn and only got here now. The road is full of dead people, everywhere. They are all very scary plants and mushrooms. There is a plant I call it ghost hand vine. When you see it, you must keep away from it. Anything that touches it will be caught by its tentacles, and then it will spray The corrosive juice melted what was caught." After she finished speaking, she glanced at the woman who was still screaming for the security to kick her out, and stopped talking.

The middle-aged man asked Mo Qingqing kindly, "Do you see any troops?"

Mo Qingqing shook her head and said, "I didn't see it, there was a traffic jam on the road, and the road was tightly packed."

The middle-aged man asked something else.

Mo Qingqing told everything she saw and said, "That's all I know, nothing else."

Seeing that the middle-aged man could not ask anything else, he politely said, "Thank you." He said to the security guard, "Please ask her out."

Mo Qingqing did not expect the middle-aged man to come over to her to ask her for news, and immediately turned his face ruthlessly. She stared at the middle-aged man in disbelief.

The security guard stepped forward with a baton and made a gesture to drive her away. With an unbearable face, he whispered: "No way, you better go out, don't make it difficult for us." Two more security guards came to help.

Mo Qingqing leaned her back against the glass, she looked at the people in the lobby, and couldn't help but redden her eyes. She couldn't tell if it was grievance or something else, she just felt a little panicked. She looked at the man, looked at the security guard, and looked at the people in the lobby who were staying far away. There was no one who stood up to say a word to her and was willing to let her stay. She turned her head and looked outside. The gust of wind made a gloomy sky, and he took out the dagger in his pocket and held it in his hand.

The security guard was shocked when he saw Mo Qingqing taking out the dagger, and shouted: "What are you doing? Put down the dagger!"

Mo Qingqing turned around through the revolving door and exited the hotel lobby. She recognized the wind direction and found a leeward corner to sit down.

The wind was very strong, even if there was a corner behind her to block the wind, the wind continued to roll in, and drilled into the body along the ripped jeans, collar, and cuffs, feeling that the body temperature was constantly losing , it's getting colder. She huddled in the corner, and a few dozen steps forward was the light from the glass windows of the hotel. The air conditioner was on and it was very warm. But she felt that she would rather die outside if she was left to stay with those people and be cast aside by those eyes.

Her shoes and trousers are covered with blood and mud, and her legs are covered with wounds. She herself does not know how many fungal spores are on her clothes, and will it also become that One of the mushroom-covered corpses.

Mo Qingqing shrank into a ball, snorting heat into her palm. The hot air was blown away by the strong wind before it could blow into her palm, and she was shivering from the cold. She felt that if it went on like this, even if she didn't die from the fungal spore infection, she would freeze to death. She stood up and paced in place to keep warm.

The wind drilled down the trouser legs, both legs were frozen and numb, and her body was getting colder and colder.

Mo Qingqing felt that staying outdoors was not the way to go. At night, the temperature was only a few degrees, and she could really freeze to death wearing only a pair of ripped jeans.

She turned her head to look at the hotel lobby where the lights came out. She wanted to avoid going in, but she thought that the result of avoiding going in would only be to be beaten out by the security guard.

Mo Qingqing no longer hesitated, gritted her teeth, shrank her body, clenched her dagger, and plunged her head into the wind.